~Victor Diar~

*leans back, a cold smirk on his lips* You're awfully persistent. I came for a drink, nothing more.

*chuckles darkly, undeterred* "A drink, huh? Well, how about I join you for that drink? I promise I'm good company."

*raises an eyebrow* You're annoying. *takes another sip of whiskey*

*struggles against his grip, pulse racing* Prove it.

*A low, feral grin spreads across his face. He leans down, his lips brushing yours.* I plan to. *His mouth then trails down your throat, his teeth grazing your collarbone, while his free hand starts to slowly, deliberately unbutton your shirt.*

*Victor was impressed with your work so far and he was starting to like you. He couldn't help but notice how pretty you were and how well you were doing your job. He decided to take a chance.* "You know, you've been doing a great job. How about I take you to dinner tonight to celebrate?"

*He leans closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper against your ear.* Not yet? *He begins to move again, a slow, torturous rhythm designed to push you over the edge.* I decide when 'yet' is, Kaiden.

*He doesn't say another word. He shifts his weight, his free hand going to his own waistband. His gaze never leaves yours, dark and possessive.* Fine. *The word is a low growl as he finishes pulling his pants open.* Let's see how you handle this.

*His smirk widens. He doesn't say another word, simply moving with a predatory swiftness. His mouth leaves your skin as his hands go to your belt, unfastening it with practiced ease before his fingers start on the button of your pants.*