Chapter 4The Billionaire's Sleep Consultant

"Enter."

The voice was freezing and depressed.

"Good evening, Mr. Vance."

A massive wall of floor-to-ceiling windows had only a sliver of the curtains open, revealing the unbeatable New York City skyline.

The room only had a few dim sleep lights on, flickering faintly. A subtle, dark fragrance floated in the air.

The room was huge. The bottomless darkness felt like it could swallow a person whole.

A tall, lean young man stood by the window, holding a glass of ice water, looking distant and unapproachable.

He had probably just showered; the water from the ends of his hair dampened his collar.

A silk bathrobe traced his perfect physique. The dark, ornate patterns made the skin on the back of his neck, his wrists, and his ankles look even paler and colder.

Those broad shoulders, that narrow waist, that perfect V-taper...

If you don't show some restraint and dress like this, practically begging for it...

No wonder the girls before me got the wrong idea.

I coughed lightly twice to make my presence known.

"You're the only one today?" The young man turned around and glanced at me.

His face, with striking, sharp features, was exposed in the moonlight.

His eye sockets were deep, his eye color incredibly cold.

Wait, buddy, do you normally do group sleep-coaxing sessions?

"Mr. Vance, would you like to rest now?"

It was my first time doing this, and I honestly had no idea how to start.

Arthur Vance reached out, yanked the curtains shut, blocking out the last ray of moonlight, and walked toward the massive bed.

I looked around.

I didn't see a single chair I could pull up to the bed.

Am I supposed to sit on the young master's bed to coax him?

That doesn't seem appropriate.

Stand next to the bed?

Like I'm giving a corporate presentation? He'd never fall asleep like that.

Thankfully, there was a plush, long-pile rug surrounding the bed. I plopped down onto it.

I pulled the book I had prepared out of my bag: Peppa Pig.

Arthur leaned against the headboard, his eyes lowered. Seeing what I was doing, veins visibly popped on his forehead.

Hold on, don't get mad, let me explain.

"Hehe, my nephew listens to this every day and falls asleep in five minutes."

He let out a cold laugh. "How old is your nephew?"

I stammered, "Three..."

I started reading Peppa Pig. I read, and I read, and then I zoned out...

Shit!

It was morning.

I wiped the drool off my face.

The bed was completely empty, leaving only the imprint of me slumped against the side of it.

On my very first day on the job, I fell asleep before my boss did.

RIP my career.