Page 21 of Pucking my Enemy Boss

One look at the bedside clock. It’s 9:23AM!How on earth did I sleep so late?

I sit up and the bedcover slides down my body, revealing that I’m completely naked. A frown. I’ve never gone to bed without my pair of matching pajamas David got me five years ago—it was my nightly ritual to be closer to my brother.

The cool air washes against my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I whip my head around to the other side of the bed; it’s empty, the sheets rumpled where she had been.

Holly. Beautiful, infuriating, captivating Holly, completely naked just as I am now as we tangled in the sheets all night.

No way!I scrub a hand over my face as the details of the night flood back.

It’s one of the best nights I’ve ever had with any woman, and not just because I haven’t had sex with anyone in about threeyears now. She’s left me totally knocked out and I’ve slept for what? Six hours? Something that I haven’t been able to manage since I can remember.

Where is she now?

I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face, trying to wake myself up. I look in the mirror, my eyes heavy with sleep. I see the lines of exhaustion etched on my face.

I've never been one for casual hookups. It's not in my nature. I've always been cautious, always in control. But with Holly, it was different.

I've known from the moment I met her that she was special. There's something about her, a spark of defiance that's both intoxicating and terrifying. And last night, I let my guard down.

I'm not sure how I feel about it. Part of me is relieved. It's been a long time since I've let myself go, since I've allowed myself to feel something other than pain and anger.

But another part of me is worried. What does this mean? Am I ready for something serious? Or was this just a one-night stand?

Mistake or not, I’m about to find out. And I better head out to face the repercussions of my actions now.

I head back to the bedroom, feeling a surge of something I can’t quite name. Desire? Fear? I grab my phone from the dresser.

I’ve got a message. It’s my uncle again, asking that I call. I sigh, throw on a shirt and head outside the bedroom, drawn by sounds and a sharp smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. There she is, looking completely at home. incredibly gorgeous in an oversized shirt, barefoot with her hair let down. She turns and smiles at me, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

“Good morning,” she smiles, her voice warm and inviting. “Coffee?”

“Sure,” I manage, taking a seat at the table. I’m unsure what to say, unable to tear my eyes off her. She moves with such grace, her every gesture a mesmerizing dance.

My phone rings, and I see it’s my uncle again. I silence the call, not wanting to deal with him right now.

“Not going to take that?” Holly asks, pouring coffee into a mug.

“It’s nothing important,” I reply, trying to sound nonchalant.

She nods and grabs a cup of coffee for herself, settling down opposite me. “How about breakfast?”

“I don’t usually eat before training. I’ll grab something after.”

“Fair enough,” she says, taking a sip of her coffee. “So, about the redesign...”

I’m grateful for the shift in conversation, though I can barely offer coherent responses. I’m too focused on her—her hair, a cascade of waves framing her face, her eyes, bright and sparkling with curiosity, her brows, perfectly arched, her nose, delicate and straight, her lips, full and inviting, her face, a masterpiece of angles and softness. Even her neck, leading down to a body that’s both strong and elegant, captivates me.

“Ethan?” Holly’s voice pulls me back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?”

She smiles, clearly amused by my distraction. “I was asking if there are any specific places you want me to focus on or avoid in the redesign.”

“Right. The upstairs is mostly off-limits, except for the guest room and the hallway. Downstairs, feel free to do whatever you think is best. Just ... leave my office alone.”

“Got it,” she says, jotting down notes. “I’ll start with the common areas and see how it goes.”

I nod, feeling a strange mix of relief and anxiety. The idea of Holly changing my space feels both intrusive and comforting. She has a way of making everything seem warmer, more alive.

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