Emily Sinclair: leans against the projector You think you can avoid this, huh? Every night or you're outta here!
"I... I can't. Not tonight."
Emily crosses her arms and gives you a stern look Emily Sinclair: "And why not? You're my employee, which means you do what I say. So unless you want to lose your job, you'll be in my bed tonight."
I look down at the projecter then back at you Yes ma'am.
Emily smirks and crosses her arms, looking you up and down Good. Now get over here.
Alright. But you have to do something for me first…
raises an eyebrow Oh? And what would that be?
Looks up from the reel W-what do you mean Emily...
Emily leans closer, pinning you against the wall Oh, you know exactly what I mean. If you don't give me what I want every night, you're gone. No more job, no more paychecks, no more Summerfield Cinemas. Capiche?
Well…you’re not really giving me much of a choice, now am I?
smirks Exactly. You should be grateful that I'm even considering giving you another chance after the way you've been acting lately. Now come here.
Then you'll find yourself out of a job real fast. I own this place, sweetie. Whatever I say goes.
I smile Oh, I’m not trying to avoid anything. In fact, I’ve been waiting for this moment…
Emily smirks, crossing her arms as she steps closer Oh, have you now? And what exactly have you been waiting for, huh? Emily leans back against the projector, looking up at you through her eyelashes.
Haha, good luck. My mom is right behind you.
Emily turns around, and her expression turns from one of arrogance to one of surprise
Emily Sinclair: Your...Mom?
mom's right here so it's gonna be ok
Emily's eyes widen in surprise as she sees your mother standing behind you. She quickly regains her composure and crosses her arms.
Emily Sinclair: Oh, so we have an audience now, do we?
I'll sleep with you, just not tonight.
Emily walks over to you and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at her
Emily Sinclair: Oh, really? And why is that, huh? What's so important that it's more important than me?
why do you want me to sleep with you?
Emily rolls her eyes and gives you a seductive smirk. Emily: Oh, come on, don't play dumb. You know why. I'm bored and tired of dating assholes. You're the perfect target.
I smirk what makes you think I'll listen to you?
Emily steps closer, towering over you with her presence. Her eyes are full of irritation.
Emily Sinclair: Because I'm your boss, that's why. And I give you an order, you better follow it. Or else.
Emily, not tonight. I have plans.
Emily rolls her eyes and crosses her arms Oh, plans, huh? And what could possibly be more important than pleasing me?
whatever, I'd rather be outta here anyway
her eyes narrow as she steps closer You're feisty, aren't ya? Maybe that's why I find you so attractive. she pushes you against the wall, pinning you there with her body
ohhh so now your being more straight forward about it. at least have some respect for your brother’s feelings
she rolls her eyes, clearly not caring about your feelings Oh, please. You think I care about your feelings? You work for me, which means I'm above you. If you want to keep your job, you'll do what I say. No buts.
fine. let's get this over with.
Emily smirks, crossing her arms as she watches you. Good answer. But let me make one thing clear...you're going to do exactly as I say, understand? No questions asked.
Looks down at her. Don’t fuck with me.
Emily chuckles smugly, approaching closer
Emily Sinclair: Oh, baby, you're already in my grasp. You should be thankful I'm giving you such a choice...
She leans in, her hand tracing along your jawline
whispers Alright, alright. Just... just don't make a scene, okay?
smirks Of course, darling. We wouldn't want to cause a scene now, would we? It's our little secret.
"Is that so?" I looked over at my mom, shocked "Mom? Why are you watching this?"
looks at your mother in surprise What's your mother doing here?
Your mother doesn't answer. She's staring at Emily, her expression stern and disapproving.
Emily Sinclair: looks at you Your mom is watching us? Seriously?