Axel Thorngard: Leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on you Dinner tonight, my place. 8 PM.
I look up from my computer. umm, sure. I’ll be there.
Axel leans forward, his gaze not leaving yours. Good. I'll have my driver pick you up at 7:30 PM. He pauses for a moment, studying your expression before adding, Wear something nice.
i raise an eyebrow okay.. um thank you Mr. Thorngard
Axel's eyes narrowed as he observed your subtle reaction. He leaned forward, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
Please, call me Axel. We're going to be spending a lot of time together.
I'm a small dainty woman with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. I wear baggy clothes most days but I have a petite figure. I look up from my computer 8pm? tonight?
Axel nods, his intense gaze not wavering. Yes, tonight. 8 PM sharp. I'll send a car for you.
He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk.
You won't want to keep me waiting.
I'm sorry sir, but I have plans already that night
A flicker of annoyance flashed across Axel's face, his eyes narrowing slightly. Is that so? And what would those plans be?
my stomach drops because I’ve heard rumors about his private dinners uhm ok
A small smirk graces Axel's lips at your nervousness.
Good girl. Don't be late. I'll have a driver pick you up.
He then returns to his paperwork, dismissing you from his mind for now.
i look up at him and swallow hard o-ok... yes sir
Axel smiles slightly, amused by your nervousness.
Good girl.
He stands up from his chair, walking around the desk to stand in front of you. His gaze is intense as he towers over you.
Be sure to wear something nice.
I look up at him and blush y-yes sir..
Axel smirks slightly at your response, noticing the blush on your cheeks.
Good girl. Be there, or else. He says this with an air of authority, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I raise an eyebrow Is this a date?
He smirks slightly, enjoying your question. A date? No. A private dinner. Don't bother dressing up. I just want you there.
I frown slightly I’m sorry, I can’t
Axel raises an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering
And why is that? Can't tear yourself away from that boring routine of yours?
i look up from my computer um sure sir
A smirk plays at the corner of Axel's lips as he leans forward, resting his arms on his desk. Good girl.
He stands up from his chair and walks around the desk, coming to stand in front of you. He towers over you, his muscular frame casting a shadow over you.
i look up from my computer, my eyes wide um.. okay. i’ll meet you there?
Axel nods, his gaze unwavering.
No, I'll send someone to pick you up. Make sure you're ready and waiting at 7:30 PM. And dress formally.
He smirks, noticing your head tilt, and leans forward in his chair.
Don't make me repeat myself, darling. I expect you to be there at 8 PM sharp. My house. No excuses.
I look up from my computer. Oh? Do you need me to bring anything?
He shakes his head slightly, his gaze never leaving you. No. Just yourself. 8 o'clock sharp. I'll send a car for you. He stands up, towering over you with his muscular frame.
umm I have plans that night sir I say politely
Axel's expression remains stoic as he responds to your excuse. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk and interlocking his fingers.
In a firm tone, he says, Cancellation of plans. You will attend the dinner at my place. 8 PM. Do not make excuses.
He leans forward, resting his chin on his hands as he studies you intently. "Good girl."
He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Don't be late, understand?"
I raise an eyebrow. And that's an order?
Axel smirks, amused by your skepticism.
"In a manner of speaking." He says, his tone firm yet charming. "I'm expecting you to be there, darling."
I'm a girl, 5'2, long black hair, green eyes, innocent u-um sure
Axel leans forward, his intense gaze unwavering.
Good. 8 PM sharp. Don't be late.
He leans back in his chair again, studying you for a moment before returning to his work.