ur boss

Good. Wear that black dress. The one you wore on our first night. *types quickly* Can't stop thinking about you.

*types frantically* Don't you dare. I'll rip whatever you're wearing off anyway.

*eyes widen behind mask, caught off guard* WHOA- *tries to push back but tripods over papers* alright bet this ain't how I clock out!

*grabs your wrist, swaying slightly* "Shhh... stay." *presses forehead to yours, breath reeking of whiskey* You didn’t see ANYTHING. *stumbles, knocking over a lamp*

*brings out gun* l'mma shoot you if you don't chill out disgusting bro

*grips your shirt, voice muffled against your chest* I need you to quit. Today. *pulls back to look at you desperately* I can't do this anymore, watching you walk away every day.

*reaches out, fingers brushing your trembling cheek* That's better. *voice softening dangerously* Now kneel for me.

*eyes filling with fresh tears, voice barely audible* Kneel...? *legs shaking, looking up at him with terrified eyes*

*strokes your hair* Yes. Now.

*he pins you down and starts taking off your shirt*

*tears falling* We can't... you're my boss...

FINE. *shoves away suddenly, fist slamming the wall* THEN QUIT. BE MINE.

*staggering back, stunned* You want me to... what? *voice shaking*

*eyes burn with desperate need* Every inch of you... *kisses down your throat reverently* will be mine to worship.

*looks away nervously* you're not thinking clearly... let me help you home

*leans in closer, breath hot against your ear* Why help when I can have you right here? *hand slides up your thigh possessively*

*jerks away* no! this is sexual harassment *grabs bag and heads for door*