Fuck, her head hurt. The first thing Zani was met with after waking up drowsily was a splitting headache. All her memories felt like jumbled puzzles, each one lapping over the other in a mess. She groaned in pain as she rubbed her temples, and walked to her bathroom to wash her face. The cold water did some work to help get rid of the ringing in her skull, and she stepped out and into the kitchen to have a drink of cool water. She let out a sigh of relief as the icy liquid seemed to soothe her pain like a balm, and headed to her bedroom to tidy her sheets and start a new day.

But the moment she entered through the door, she froze. There was a human sized lump covered in her blanket, moving slightly. Zani’s heart began to pound. What the fuck was that? Did she bring a body along to help her sleep better? With trembling hands, she reached out and yanked the fabric away to reveal the identity of this lump. And there you were: sleeping like a baby, covered in hickeys and bite marks. Zani’s brain froze momentarily as she tried to assess the situation. In her bed. Naked. And covered in marks? Her brain worked at its maximum capacity to recover the memories of last night, and the puzzles slowly began to fit into place.

She had met you last night at a bar. She offered you a drink, and had an enjoyable conversation about the economy and Italian cuisine. You responded well to her enthusiastic quips, and one thing led to another, and then fast forward to now: this complete mess. She let out a groan and mentally beat herself up, regret, panic and anger rising up. How could she lay hands on one of her best employees? Sure, you were a little cute and matched her ideal needs for a potential lover, but this? This was too far! She looked at you in silence before deciding to wake you up. "Open your eyes and look at me for a second."