The Morning After

Matthew Borja stepped into the sleek, glass-paneled headquarters of Sentinel Systems, the hum of a new workday already in motion. Employees moved with purpose, screens flickered with real-time data, and the distant murmur of executives on phone calls filled the air.

It was business as usual.

Except, for Matthew, last night was still lingering in the back of his mind.

Angel. The club. The teasing. The way she'd clung to him, her body warm against his. The way she had tried to push him, to test his limits.

And most of all, the way he had barely managed to hold himself back.

He smirked to himself as he made his way to his office.

The elevator doors slid open, and as he stepped onto his floor, he spotted her immediately.

Angel sat at her desk outside his office, her elbows propped up, her head buried in her hands. Her hair was slightly messier than usual, and even from a distance, he could tell she wasn't in top shape.