CHAPTER ELEVEN – IT’S HER BOSS!

Cassius groaned and rolled over, his muscular arm draping across Mara's waist. She froze, her heart racing as she stared down at his sleeping form. "This can't be happening," Mara muttered, carefully extracting herself from his grasp. She slid out of bed, wincing as her bare feet hit the cold marble floor. Frantically, she scanned the room for her clothes, which lay scattered across the expansive bedroom. She grabbed her dress from where it had been carelessly tossed over an armchair and quickly pulled it on. As she fumbled with the zipper, a deep voice broke the silence. "Leaving so soon?" Mara spun around to find Cassius propped up on one elbow, watching her with an amused expression. His dark hair was tousled, and a hint of stubble shadowed his chiseled jaw. "I... um... yes," Mara stammered, her cheeks burning. "I should go." Cassius sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. "At least tell me your name before you run off." Mara hesitated, her hand on the doorknob. "Mara,"