Nicole’s POV
Sunlight tiptoes in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a spotlight on our gloriously unmade bed. I roll over, my fingers playing tag with his handsome but slumbering profile until they arrive at the treacherous territory of those three infamous scratches. Courtesy of a daring rescue mission involving a stray cat. Heroic? Maybe. Adorable? Definitely. Idiotic? Confirmed.
He stirs, eyes blinking open to greet me, “Good morning, Nicole.” Ah yes, my own incredibly hot i***t.
“Clothes. Now. Or we're going to be late,” I announce, ceremoniously tossing his shirt at him. But instead of complying, he traps me in a hug, his chin finding its spot on my shoulder. “Aren’t you the boss? Does punctuality really matter that much?”
“Hey, someone's got to set standards around her
