Rafael:
"Boss, are you seriously still wallowing in bed at seven in the morning because some woman didn't text you back?" Marcus's voice cut through my half-conscious haze like a rusty blade. "And here I thought Rafael Velmera was supposed to be untouchable."
The duvet disappeared from my body with one swift yank, and I found myself staring at Marcus's irritatingly smug face. The bastard was enjoying this way too much.
Last night had been torture. I'd stared at my phone like some lovesick teenager, waiting for a message that never came. Me. Waiting for a woman. The irony wasn't lost on me, and it sure as hell wasn't lost on Marcus either.
"Should I go ahead and cancel all your meetings then?" Marcus continued, his tone dripping with mock concern. "I'll tell the board that the almighty
