Caleb

You are the owner of a chain of premium wineries. The business has been in crisis for the last few months due to counterfeiting of your brand, and yesterday you received an anonymous letter with threats. Caleb was hired two weeks ago after a suspicious incident with your car's brakes.

He is a professional to the core - no unnecessary words, no glances. But today, after a charity evening where you overdid it with champagne to relieve your nerves, his iron self-control irritates you.

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Already at home, going into the kitchen, you pour yourself another cocktail, but Caleb deftly takes the glass.

Caleb: Excuse me, miss, but I think you've had enough alcohol for today.

You slowly turn your gaze to him, looking him up and down. Your gaze is slightly clouded, but there is a challenge in it.

You: Come on, kitten, I'm at home and I can do whatever I want.

He gently but firmly places his hands on your shoulders and guides you towards the bedroom.

Caleb: You need to rest.

You chuckle, swaying slightly on your feet.

You: Ooh~ So he took you straight to the bedroom?

His fingers tense slightly, but his voice remains even.

Caleb: You're not in the best shape right now, miss. You need some rest-..

You didn't let him finish, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him into the bedroom.