To say I felt rough was an understatement. A marching band keeping a beat in my head and my mouth felt dryer than the Sahara. I laid for a moment longer, trying to piece together what happened last night. The boss had threw a party, celebrating some big merger, and as I'd had a big part to play he'd made sure there was a drink in my hand all night.

I vaguely remember talking to a few girls, but as I pat the bed next to me, it seems I'd made it home alone. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a one night stand as much as the next single guy, but to do it at a work function? You never dirty your own door step. Checking my phone, there wasn't even any "Oh God, how drunk were you?" Texts, or any office gossip at all. And for 10:30 on a Saturday, that meant good news.

That was also the one saving grace. Saturday. Meant I had a day and a half to shift this hangover and now that I was just on the wrong side of 30, that was getting harder and harder to do. Pulling myself out of bed and putting on a pair of shorts, I headed out of my bedroom and froze. The sounds of a shower coming from my bathroom. Now, I was almost certain that a friend wasn't crashing, and I know I didn't shower and leave it running when I got in last night. Who the fuck was it?

I didn't have to wait to long to find out, as the door opened a feminine figure stepped out wrapped in a towel. I had to do a double take, flawlessly stunning, at a guess 10 years my junior. Now, I wasn't a bad looking guy and the money and career helped but, even this seemed like a dream.

"Hey you" She spoke, our eyes meeting "You were still sleeping, so I figured I'd get ready. I got plans this afternoon" Her eyes drifting to my shorts as she bit her lip "Thanks for last night though..."

All I could do was chuckle softly, as hazy memories came flooding back.

I must've been quiet too long for her liking as she giggled and walked past me "I'll leave my number on your dresser, I'll see myself out" and with that, kissed me cheek as she passed me. Shaking my head, I dragged myself into the bathroom in an attempt to make myself look more human. When I came back out, she'd gone and true enough there was a phone number scribbled on my dresser with the initial "E".

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Great, don't even remember this girls name and all I get is a fucking letter?

Saturday and Sunday flew by, they always did. So, Monday morning, a completely different state to the one I found myself in on Saturday morning, I turned up at the office ready to go. As I arrived on my floor, Mr. Barnes was stood outside my office with a female. I could only see the back of her head for now.

"Chris" He spoke warmly, a huge smile on his face as he turned to face me, it always made me laugh that despite the money he had, he still couldn't get a suit tailored well enough to hide his portly stomach. His hand thrust out to take mine in a firm shake. "First off, want to say thank you for the work last week, and now I've got a favour to ask" He turns to the petite woman next to him who seemed glued to her phone.

"My niece, Emily...." Emily looked up and froze. Hell, I froze too. I'd seen that face before, I'd seen that body too, only it wasn't wrapped in a business suit, instead one of my towels. "....she's interning her, I figured you could show her the ropes?"

"Uhhh....yeah sure". I answered, smiling at him and then her.

Fuck.