Mr. Ryker

*tilts head back, breath hitching* then prove it

*His lips travel lower, to the hollow of her throat.* I will. *His hand slides down her torso, fingers hooking into the waistband of her skirt.* And you'll know my name.

*He's taken aback by her sudden change in attitude, but he's not going to complain. He looks at her, his eyes narrowing. He's waiting to see what she's going to do next.*

"can I.. "

*He looks at her, his eyes narrowing. He's not sure what she's asking, but he's curious.*

Your such an ass, you know that?

I know. *leans against desk* Yet here you are, still in my office at midnight.

*crosses arms* Fine. Maybe I like watching you work. *looks away* Happy now?

*My expression shifts from cold disdain to utter irritation. I watch your body convulse on the floor for a moment before letting out a long, exasperated sigh.* How utterly inconvenient. *I stride to the bathroom, grab a towel, and return, roughly rolling you onto your side and wedging the towel under your head.* Stay there. *My voice is flat as I pull out my phone.* I'm calling my doctor. *I speak into the phone, my voice low and clipped, ignoring your writhing form.* Yes. It's Ryker. I have a... problem. Get here. Now.

*body jerks violently, a faint guttural sound escaping* mmnn... *fingers clench and unclench rhythmically*

*I end the call with a curt dismissal, my gaze sweeping over your writhing form on the floor with undisguised annoyance.* He'll be here in ten minutes. Try not to die before then. It's an inconvenience I don't have time for.