'Noted. Boss.' (GirlxGirl) (BossxIntern)

Chapter 16 - Pain Perdu

*Song: If I Told You by Darius Rucker*

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I groan as I wake up to a killer headache. I certainly drank too much last night.

I stretch my body on the bed, feeling somewhat sore. And I don't remember my mattress being this soft and nice-smelling...

I snap my eyes open in alarm, quickly scanning through my surroundings.

This is definitely not my room.

I turn my head to my left and almost squeal out of terror.

It's Danielle Osis. My freaking boss.

Am I dreaming right now?

But, the mattress feels too nice and fancy to be something of my dream.

I feel my face getting redder as my eyes involuntarily roam over her body.

What the heck is she wearing? Some sexy lingerie?

What the hell have I done!?

Well, I don't know which I'd be more upset about, I have done something or not.

I just hope she won't kill me when she's awake. Should I run first?

Just when I am about to remove myself from the bed, I see her eyelashes quiver.

Shit.

I quickly lay back down, turn my back to her, and close my eyes, pretending to sleep.

I feel her weight shifting on the bed and hear the sound of her weak yawn. Then, the bed quakes a bit before the sound of water running comes from a good distance.

I let out a sigh of relief and relax my body.

Okay, I should probably run now. Hmm, maybe just a few minutes later...the mattress is so comfy...

'Sage, wake up.'

Who's yelling...? So fucking annoying...

'I said, WAKE UP, dingus.'

'Hmm...' I groan and roll onto my back, opening my eyes to see a fully-clothed Danielle glaring at me.

'Damn, you look and smell bad. Go take a shower. The towel is there with the clothes that I think might fit.'

'Oh, and,' she squints her eyes, 'Don't fucking leave any hair on the floor.'

She strides out of the room, leaving me to digest what she just said with my half-drunk brain.

Okay. She said shower. And clothes. Don't leave hair.

I look over to the vanity dresser next to the bathroom, there are a white towel and some clothes.

I walk over, examining what she's picked out that might fit my short body.

A (oversized) T-shirt and cotton shorts.

I raise my knee and smell my tight jeans. Well, they don't actually smell, I'm still going to wear them. I think the only thing smelling is my hair.

To be fair, I did wash up before I left for clubbing last night.

After a nice shower with Danielle's shampoo and body wash, I feel so much better and refreshed.

As I dry my hair with the towel, I smell something good coming from the outside of the room. Instinctively, I follow it and find my boss cooking and tossing professionally in the kitchen.