My one nightstand is the secret ceo

CHAPTER ONE EMILY’S POV We are thrilled to announce your promotion to Senior Analyst—a position earned through your relentless dedication and brilliant insight to the company. Cheers to your continued success. Executive team. Cahallan Enterprises… I stood frozen in my office, staring blankly at my screen. No team high-fives, no confetti. Just the quiet hum of fluorescent lights in my office and the weight of the words displayed on my screen pulsing through me. ‘Senior Analyst’ Excitedly, I grabbed my coat and headed for my favorite weekend chilling spot. McSorley’s Old Ale House, New York’s finest nightclub. Allowing the loud bass of the music to vibrate through my entire body, I sway my hips and relish in the feeling of being slightly intoxicated. Bright coloured lights momentarily blinded me, giving me no option but to squint a little. Finding it increasingly hard in maneuvering around the sweaty bodies as I made my way to only one destein mind. The bar. “Four shots of tequila please,” I struggled to say over the loud bass pounding right through the walls of the club. “Coming right up!” the fit bartender I recognized from last weekend responded while getting to work on my order. Pulling furiously at my ever-riding-up black skirt, I took one quick gulp of my shot with both eyes shut. Smiling to myself over a fulfilled day at the office. Not to mention the email I’d gotten from the board over my promotion and—- The sudden sensation of hot breath on my neck snapped me back to the realms of reality as I jolted in my seat. “Refreshing huh?” a desk baritone called out from behind me, the intensity of his voice sending a shiver down me. A man appeared beside me, leaning on the counter. His dark eyes locked in on mine. “I guess the night just started on your end!” “I guess,” I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “Just another man here to steal the night away with an unattractive charm” I suddenly remember it's a holiday weekend, which explains the number of people out at the club tonight. I inwardly groaned at the realisation of how I'll likely be spending the evening pressed up against very sweaty, very horny men. Once again, I yanked at my skirt and almost immediately felt his breath on the base of my neck. “Is there some sort of a celebration?” I crane my neck slightly, giving myself a better angle to respond, and then with a forced smile I said. “Promotion,” No way I’d say that! The alcohol was sure kicking in faster than it should. And I could tell from how quickly my lips moved. “Let me guess, managing director or even better you bought the company and has your boss kicked out!” a smile tugged at his lips as he settles into the empty seat beside me. For some reason, I couldn't hold in the laughter. Without holding back, I did. He tipped his head. “I mean bosses at the office can be so demanding and damn annoying,” “You can say that again,” I responded, with a smile creased on my face surprisingly. He must have leaned in at some point, during our conversation about how annoying bosses at the office can be. Because one minute, there was enough space and the next I was breathing in his earthly cologne. It filled my nostrils and caressed me with its warmth as my eyes fluttered closed and my lips opened to receive him. I felt him come impossibly closer, dispelling the rest of the chill with his warmth. Our lips touched, and passion rushed through me. It was meant to be one chaste, innocent kiss but in a couple of minutes, I knew it had to be more than that. I was drunk, but I knew what I wanted. “Would you want us to go somewhere more private?” His fresh minty breath brushed softly across my face and I inhaled helplessly. Next minute I was wrapped in the arms of a stranger in bed, his warm lips pressed onto mine, and with my eyes closed, I sighed mentally. The slight taste of beer still lingered on his lips as I instinctively moved my hand up his chest to his shoulder and then to the back of his neck. It felt electrifying and surreal. Like a million fireworks had gone off inside me all at once.l When I woke up hours later, the golden hues of sunlight, stabbed through the curtains and slowly I realized that he was gone. No note, no goodbye. Just the smell of his cologne lingering on the empty bed. ************************** My head pounded like a deadline at 10:00 AM the next morning. Coffee in one hand, I slid into the boardroom confidently. And just when I looked up, I saw him. Striking features, Familiar blue eyes from the night before. And a face I knew I could never miss anywhere. My world convulsed in multiple rhythms as I froze mid-step seeing that the man I’d been in bed with the night before was right in front of me. Leaning into a dumb smile as if he’d staged a photoshoot in there. “She’s here,” a voice called out, snapping me back to the realms of reality. “Emily you’re here just in time,” Miranda called out with a smile creased on his face as he gestured for me to approach them. But…I didn’t move. I just stood there gaping like an i***t. He held my gaze, then extended his hands. “Jace,” he cuts in with a smirk on his lips as he has his eyes pinned on the eye badge that declares Senior Analyst. “Good to know you’re the boss around here, and starting this morning, I’m training under you,” he added, soft enough to feel the weight of his words spin in my head. Instantly, my heart sank at the realization of what was happening. “I’d just gotten in bed with one of the new recruits of the company,” “No no no!” “s**t Emily!”