Page 3 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
He closed his eyes, visibly affected by some kind of pain. Probably his head, too. That was all I needed: my first time had been completely drunk with an equally drunk guy, who seemed to remember as much of the previous night as I did.
In other words: absolutely nothing.
It was all frustrating and embarrassing... to say the least.
I wasn't going to tell my name to a stranger – even if I had slept with him the night before. So, I began toanxiously pick up my clothes from the floor. It was only then that I took a closer look at him and could hardly believe what I saw.
He was not a total stranger.
He was my boss!
Chapter One
MICHAEL
What could I possibly say in my defense?
Well, I had to admit — I was never the dating type. No flowers, no wooing, no grand gestures. Sex was just that: physical, casual, uncomplicated. And maybe I really did forget the names of most of the women I slept with…
But that usually happened after a few days, sometimes even weeks — not the very next morning. I might not be the kind of guy who gets attached, but if there was one thing I could proudly call a strong asset, it was my memory.
And if I was good at remembering names, I was even better at remembering situations. Which made it all the more bizarre that I had absolutely no clue who that woman was… or how we ended up there, in...
Damn, where was I?
For God's sake, what room is this?
How much had I drunk last night?
I looked back at the woman, straining my memory to try to remember where I knew her from. Images flashed through my head.
I had arrived at the party, greeted that bunch of annoying minions from hell, and was immediately surrounded by some women, as was customary. As much as I rarely turned down the idea of a good night of sex, employees at my company were out of the question. My father had spent his life collecting problems thanks to his habit of getting involved with employees — and I definitely didn’t want that for myself.
But the red-haired woman in front of me, I was sure, was none of those.
I also had a great visual memory, modesty aside.
Not to mention that her red hair would be hard to forget or ignore.
I’d been through hell before even showing up to that party.
It had been a day filled with meetings with the company’s lawyers — who were currently handling a personal case for me. And the outlook wasn’t exactly promising.
Getting drunk after everything I heard was definitely not the smartest move, but I wasn't always a smart guy.
If I were, I wouldn’t have ended up in that situation to begin with.
Any of them, really. Not the one the lawyers were dealing with — and definitely not the one I was in right now.
I talked about it with this woman, I vaguely remembered it. I remembered her giving me some advice...
Or maybe she told jokes, I don't remember very well.
And apparently, I had had sex with her. Not that I remembered, but that was the only explanation for us waking up naked in the same bed.
Well, she was very pretty, so it was probably worth it.
“Oh my God...” was all she said, before rushing to put on her clothes.
