She's his boss

It suddenly dawned on Dylan what kind of situation he was in. He was naked, in a hotel room, with his naked, drop-dead gorgeous boss. His eyes drifted down to her bare skin, but he caught himself and turned away. "Um...Miss Mercy! I didn't...I'm not...!"

Carrie Mercy was the top CEO in the city. She was the head of their financial business, the founder of several branches of the company, and one of the richest women in the world. Any man would have killed to spend a night with her. Unfortunately, as lovely as Dylan found her, he didn't want their relationship to be based on a cheap one-night stand. He respected her too much and thought she deserved better than that.

Carrie took a calming breath and tried to steady herself. She had been aware of Dylan's work in her company and thought he was a pretty good employee. She had briefly seen him during office parties, seminars, and mandatory meetings. As much as she liked his performance in work, she couldn't understand why she or he would do anything that they did, **** or no.

She shook the questions out of her head. The last thing she needed was a meltdown. "Dylan...just calm down, okay? Let's just try to figure this out."

Dylan nodded, but couldn't bring himself to face his red-headed and red-faced boss. Carrie shuffled in her spot and looked at the floor. It was covered in scattered beer bottles and empty pizza boxes. "Okay. From my pounding headache and all the food and beer, we were pretty drunk last night."

"Y-Yeah," Dylan admitted. "I can't remember anything."

"Me neither," Carrie said. "Are there any clothes you can see?"

"Um...no," Dylan said. "No underwear, or pants, or even a box of condoms."

Carrie whipped her head towards Dylan. "A box of...? Why would you be looking for that?!"

In his embarrassment, he turned back to Carrie, not even caring she was naked. "Nononono! I mean, it's good, right? That it was...protected?"

Carrie was starting to catch on, but was getting annoyed. "That WHAT was protected?!"

"I mean..." Dylan searched for the right words. "We're both naked, right? If there's no condoms, then does that mean we...?"

A finger flew in front of Dylan's lips. "Dylan, listen to me very carefully. We can't think about that right now. Right now, we are naked in a strange hotel room with no memories. Let's just focus on finding out where we are and getting something to wear first, okay?"

Dylan just nodded. Carrie withdrew her finger and spun it around. "Great. Now turn around."

He didn't even need to be told twice. As soon as his back was turned, Carrie stood up from the bed, dragging the blanket with her. "I'll be right back with the blanket. Just stay there."

Carrie inspected the bathroom for towels or a bathrobe, but the racks were empty. She cursed and realized that maybe her drunken self was a bitch after all. "Dylan, is there anything under the beds?!"

She heard the creaking of footsteps outside and resisted the urge to stick her head out the door. The last thing she needed was an eyeful of Dylan's bare ass as he bended over. She needed to focus on something other than his tan, possibly toned...

"There's nothing here either!" His shout interrupt her fantasy. "Did we streak here?"

"We couldn't have!" She insisted. "Look at all the pizza and beer!"

"Do you think we ordered room service?"

Carrie groaned at the thought of using her money on something as crazy as a sex-filled food night with an employee in a hotel. The papers would eat this up if they heard about it.

"Well...could you go to the window at least?" Carrie asked.

"What?! Why?! I don't want people seeing me!"

"Just tell me where we are, at least!"

"Oh. Okay, I can do that!"

She tried to wait for the footsteps to turn away before expecting an answer, but the whole ordeal was making her impatient. "Dylan? Where are we?"