The Morning After's Regret

I woke up disoriented, sunlight streaming through unfamiliar curtains. The sheets beneath me were silky, the mattress impossibly plush. For one blissful moment, I drifted in peaceful confusion.

Then reality crashed down.

I was naked in Adrian Valois's bed.

My body felt different—pleasantly sore in places I'd never felt before, marked by the memory of his touch. The scent of our passion still clung to the sheets. I pressed my face into the pillow, breathing in the intoxicating mixture of his cologne and our combined scent.

What have I done?

I'd given my virginity to my boss. To the father of my ex-mate's fiancée. To a man known throughout the werewolf world as the ultimate playboy.

Sitting up, I wrapped the sheet around my body and surveyed the damage. My clothes were scattered across his bedroom floor, a trail leading from the door to the bed marking our frenzied path last night. My cheeks burned at the memory of how eagerly I'd surrendered to him.