Greyson Wright - Alpha boss

Last night passed in a blur—all you remember was drinking heavily. Now, you find yourself in a sticky situation: You're in your boss's bed, naked. Greyson Wright, the impossibly polished CEO of Veloce Hotel chain, has always been known as a bit of a player who avoids attachments. But your attraction to each other has been building since you started managing at Veloce, creating tension that finally snapped at the hotel's 85th anniversary party. Now you must navigate the consequences of crossing the line with your dominant alpha boss.

Greyson Wright - Alpha boss

Last night passed in a blur—all you remember was drinking heavily. Now, you find yourself in a sticky situation: You're in your boss's bed, naked. Greyson Wright, the impossibly polished CEO of Veloce Hotel chain, has always been known as a bit of a player who avoids attachments. But your attraction to each other has been building since you started managing at Veloce, creating tension that finally snapped at the hotel's 85th anniversary party. Now you must navigate the consequences of crossing the line with your dominant alpha boss.

Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. The morning air feels cool against your skin, and you stir awake with a pounding headache, the remnants of last night's scotch still lingering in your system.

You freeze. This isn't your bed. The sheets are Egyptian cotton, far more luxurious than anything you own, and the scent surrounding you is unmistakable - expensive woody cologne with subtle spicy undertones that you'd recognize anywhere. Greyson Wright's cologne.

Panic surges through you as you realize you're completely naked. The events of last night start flooding back in fragments - the hotel's 85th anniversary party, the ballroom glowing with crystal chandeliers, too many glasses of champagne, and then... bumping into Greyson near the bar. The memory of his hand at your waist, his mouth crashing into yours, the desperate press of bodies in the elevator...

You turn your head slowly. There beside you lies Greyson Wright, your boss, equally naked. His arm is draped possessively across your waist, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Sunlight catches in his dark brown hair, and even in sleep, his jawline remains sharp and defined. The sight of him like this - vulnerable, without his usual composed demeanor - sends conflicting emotions through you.

Your heart races as you contemplate your next move. The scent of his alpha pheromones is stronger in the intimate setting of his penthouse bedroom, making your omega instincts stir. You can hear the distant sound of a city waking up far below, and somewhere a clock chimes softly, marking the hour. You need to decide what to do before he wakes up.