Surviving the CEO

Chapter 17: Twenty Questions

**Aria's POV**

I woke up the next morning with the sun beaming on my face. I clench the pillow in my hands and pull onto my face, blocking the sun.

"In the name of Lucifer, let me sleep." I groan and push the pillow into my head.

"Go away!" I hiss at the sun.

Wait. This isn't my pillow. My pillow cases aren't silk and my bed spread isn't black and red, it's teal and silver.

I turn to my right to see a lean figure laying next to me. His dark brown hair is laying sloppily on his head, a few strands cover his eyes and a blanket covers his hips leaving his bare chest exposed.

"You do know that it's impolite to stare?" The man quips sleepily.

I squeal and fall off the bed with a loud thud. I pull myself up, groaning and look at the figure. His arm is draped over his face and the other is resting where my body once lay. I glare at him as I sit on the floor, silently hoping for him to melt or combust into flames.

The man rolls over and sits up, his back facing me. I stare at it in awe and I watch the muscles ripple. He rises to his feet and stretches, snapping me out of my daydream. He walks into the bathroom without saying another word. I hear water begin to run from what sounds like the shower. I slowly stand and my body shivers. I look down to see that I'm in a large shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh and men's boxers.

"Oh god. Oh god. Please don't tell me." I silently pray to myself. I pull open the boxers and to see that I still have my underwear on.

"Thank the lord." I sigh in relief.

What happened last night? I remember drinking with Amy, dancing with a guy, almost getting raped by the same guy, getting rescued by Mr. DeLuca and then passing out. Holy shit I'm at my boss' house!

I look around the room frantically looking for my clothes. I find them on a table that's places at the foot of the bed a few minutes later. I pick them up but drop my shoes in the process. I bend down to pick them up when I hear the door open.

"I'm enjoying the view Ms. Harden." I hear him chuckle.

I gasp and quickly stand up but I end up tripping on the rug. I prepare myself for falling but it never comes. I feel his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I look up at him and I can tell that his hair is still slightly wet and isn't styled but signals that he's run his fingers through it. From what I can see Mr. DeLuca is wearing a grey t-shirt that shows of his muscular build and grey shorts that shows off his toned legs. Snap out of it!

"Uh..." My words get caught in my throat.

"Go get in the shower Ms. Harden. We have a busy day ahead of us." Mr. DeLuca replies huskily.

"What do you mean by a 'busy day?" I ask.

"Just go get ready. I had my driver pick an outfit out for you." His hands tighten on my waist before letting me go and leaves the room.

I stand there stunned for a minute but I snap back into reality and enter the bathroom. The counters are white marble while the floor is black marble. There's a large porcelain jacuzzi and an extremely spacious glass shower. A door that's slightly opened shows a great number of towels. I grab two and place them on the counter. I turn on the shower, letting the hot and cold water meld together into the perfect temperature. I slip out of my clothes and walk under the hot water.

My tense muscles relax and all the smells from the club swirl down the drain. I look around to see numerous bottles sitting on a ledge. I pick up a bottle to see that it's AXE 2- in-1 shampoo and conditioner. I squirt a good amount into my hand and I lather my scalp gently. I grab the matching body wash and repeat the action but on my body. My fingers run across my scar and a few tears prick my eyes.