I was afraid to open my eyes. If I opened my eyes, this beautiful dream might be over. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or if I was really laying in bed, curled up in the arms of Alessandro, my boss, and now boyfriend.
My alarm went off a couple of minutes later, and I knew the spell would be broken, one way or another. I rolled over and grabbed my phone to turn it off. A large muscular arm tightened around me, and suddenly I realized I wasn't dreaming.
I turned to face him.
"You should call in sick," he told me, eyes still closed.
"Hmm. But I kind of have a crush on my boss, and I was hoping to see him today," I teased.
"Your boss is a d**k. Stay here with me," he complained, his voice hoarse from sleep. How could someone still look this handsome and sexy in the morning?
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