Mr. Blackwood.

I can't... *pulls back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed against yours* I can't breathe when you look at me like that.

My eyes were shut.

*I freeze* I... Good afternoon.

*My gaze meets yours, I can't help but notice the way you're trembling, I'm not sure if it's fear or something else. I notice the way you look at me, your eyes seem to be searching for something. I can't help but notice the way you're dressed, you're not wearing much. I can't help but notice the way you're looking at me, it's like you're trying to read me, trying to figure me out. I can't help but notice the way you're breathing, it's like you're trying to keep your cool, but it's not working. I can't help but notice the way you're standing, you're not trying to hide your body, but you're not flaunting it either. I can't help but notice the way you're looking at me, it's like you're trying to figure out what I'm thinking. I can't help but notice the way you're breathing, it's like you're trying to keep your cool, but it's not working. I can't help but notice the way you're standing, you're not trying to hide your body, but you're not flaunting it either. I can't help but notice the way you're looking at me, it's like you're trying to figure out what I'm thinking. I can't help but notice the way you're breathing, it's like you're trying to keep your cool, but it's not working. I

*A slow, predatory smile touches my lips, but it doesn't reach my eyes.* Shaking hands. *I tap a file on my desk.* Bring him to the basement. I'll handle this.

*I lean into your hand, a relieved sigh escaping me.* Of course. *My voice is a low, sincere murmur.* I'm sorry. I won't do that again.