Page 57 of Saved By the CEO

I tuck myself against him, my cheek pressing against his shoulder, my arm draped across his stomach. He’s warm and solid. I want to crawl inside him. I make another sleepy sound and pull at him again until his arm finally, carefully, wraps around me.

There. That’s better.

“Carly,” he whispers, but his voice is softer now.

“Shh.”

The rain keeps tapping against the window. I know, somewhere far away, that I’m doing something I shouldn’t, butI’m too tired to think about it. So I press my face a little closer, hold on to him, and fall back asleep.

FIFTEEN

Something solid and warm surrounds me.

Soft fabric slides under my fingers as I lazily move my hand up and down.

This is nice.

Really nice.

As my mind slowly wakes up, an alarm bell starts ringing somewhere in the back of my head. Quiet at first, then louder. More aggressive. Like a tiny emergency siren operated by the last functioning brain cell I have left.

“Carly,” a voice says from right above my head.

A voice belonging to someone very familiar.

Andrew.

Also known as Andrew Bennett.

My boss.

Who I am currentlycuddling.

Scenes from last night flash through my mind in short, horrifying bursts. I told him to sleep here. Practically begged him. Pulled him closer and clung to him like a koala. And now I’m stroking his chest with my leg slung over his thigh.

FUCK.

I don’t want to face this.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

I’m going to pretend to be asleep, and then, when the time is right, I’ll roll away in my “sleep” and hope—no,pray—that he leaves the room without waking me. Then I’m going to leave New York, go back to my apartment, pack my shit, and move to bumfuck Indiana.

I’ll bring Mom with me.

“I know you’re awake.”

You don’t know shit!

“You stopped snoring about two minutes ago.”

My eyes shoot open as blind, hot rage consumes me. I sit up so fast I almost make myself dizzy, then give him the foulest, most acidic stare I can muster.

“I don’t fucking snore.”

A low, sleepy chuckle escapes him.