Single Dad’s Boss Woke Up in His Guest Room—Wearing Only His Shirt…
The scent of coffee pulled her from sleep before her eyes even opened. Unfamiliar sheets against her skin, a pounding headache and the slow, horrifying realization that the oversized t-shirt she wore,
the only thing she wore, belonged to her employee, the quiet single father whose career she held in her hands.
Mia Winters, the untouchable CEO who prided herself on perfect control, had just woken up in Jake Sullivan’s guest room with no memory of how she got there. And somewhere in the house, she could hear the cheerful voice of his 7-year-old daughter.
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Your support means everything. Jake Sullivan stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. exhaustion weighing on him like a physical presence. The digital clock on his nightstand read 5:47 a.m. 13 minutes before his alarm would sound.
He hadn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a stretch all night. His mind racing with the impossible situation unfolding in his guest room. His boss.
His intimidating, brilliant, untouchable boss was asleep down the hall wearing nothing but his old college t-shirt. The same boss who would be deciding on promotions next week. The same boss who had never so much as smiled at him in the three years he’d worked at Winter’s Architectural Design. He replayed the previous night in his mind for the hundth time.
The company holiday party. The unexpected snowstorm. Mia Winters clearly having had too much to drink, insisting she could drive herself home. His intervention. her car keys in his pocket. The argument in the parking lot is snow collected on their shoulders. His insistence that she couldn’t drive in her condition.
Her stubborn refusal to let him call her a cab. I’ll drive you home, he had finally offered, desperate to end the standoff before they both froze. “Absolutely not,” she had snapped. “I don’t need one of my employees knowing where I live.”
That was when Lily had appeared at his side. his seven-year-old daughter bundled in her winter coat, her babysitter hovering anxiously behind her.
The sitter had received an emergency call and needed to leave. Jake’s carefully constructed evening had collapsed entirely. With no other options, he had brought both his daughter and his inebriated boss home.
Mia had fallen asleep in the car, and he’d had to half carry her inside while Lily watched with curious eyes.
He’d put his boss in the guest room, found her something to sleep in, and then spent the night staring at his ceiling, wondering if he’d still have a job in the morning. Jake’s alarm finally buzzed.
He silenced it quickly and slipped out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt to go with his pajama pants. He needed to start breakfast for Lily and figure out what to do about the woman sleeping down the hall.
In the kitchen, he moved quietly, starting the coffee maker and pulling out ingredients for pancakes. Lily’s favorite. The familiar routine calmed his nerves slightly. He could handle this.
He was a master of handling impossible situations. He’d been doing it since his wife walked out four years ago, leaving him alone with a three-year-old.
Daddy. Lily’s voice came from the hallway. She stood there in her unicorn pajamas, her dark curls a wild mess around her face. Is Miss Winter still here? Jake winced at her volume.
Yes, honey, but she’s sleeping, so we need to be quiet. Lily nodded solemnly. Then Stage whispered, “Is she sick?” “She was walking funny last night.
” “She was just very tired,” Jake explained, lifting his daughter onto one of the kitchen stools. How about you help me make pancakes? Lily’s face lit up, and Jake felt the familiar surge of love that never failed to overwhelm him.