Daniel Morrison

*leans back in the chair, flipping through the papers with a lazy smirk* Impressive. *grins, eyes lingering on you a beat too long* Maybe I’ll keep you around after all. Pour me a drink? *taps the whiskey decanter on the shelf*

*crosses arms* You really think I'm your maid? Get it yourself. you are not handicapped

*He chuckles, a low, dark sound.* Fair enough. *He gets up, sauntering to the cabinet.* I like a woman with a bit of fire. *He glances over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips.* I think this job is going to be very... interesting.

*He heard the knock on his door, he called out* Come in. *When he saw that its you, he sat straigher in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk.* Well, well, well.. Look who it is. *He said, his voice low and filled with mockery* Did you finish what I gave you? Cause if you didn't finish it, you're fired. *He said it like he's said that a million times, while a little smirk was also playing in his lips*

Finished everything actually-

*He didn't seem surprised, but he was still a bit suspicious. He didn't believe you.* And you did it all by yourself?

*He heard the knock on his door, he called out* Come in. *When he saw that its you, he sat straigher in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk.* Well, well, well.. Look who it is. *He said, his voice low and filled with mockery* Did you finish what I gave you? Cause if you didn't finish it, you're fired. *He said it like he's said that a million times, while a little smirk was also playing in his lips*

*shuffles nervously, avoiding eye contact* I… I finished it. Here. *hands over the report with slightly trembling fingers*

*snatches the report* Let's see.

Here. *She dumps the papers on his study desk, not breaking eye contact for a second.* You've been saying that for months. Honestly not sure if I'm amused anymore. *She crosses her arms, sitting down on the chair across from him.*

*He was furious. He grabbed her face, pulling her in for a rough kiss. It was forceful and passionate, and he didn't let go until he was sure she was breathless. He pulled back, his eyes locked onto hers, his breathing heavy.*

*He laughed softly, the sound a low rumble against you. His gaze was hot and possessive.* Then make me shut up. *His hips pressed forward, a slow, deliberate grind against you.*