Damien Ross: leans against the desk, looking at you intently You know, I had a reason for bringing you here.
What’s that? she looks up at him
he smirks, walking over to you slowly, putting his hands on the wall, trapping you in between him and the wall, looking down at you
I just want to get to know you better, have some one on one time.
I look up at you confused Really? What was it?
walks closer to you, arms crossed, studying your face
I just wanted to spend some more time alone with you. The truth is, I've been wanting to do this for a while now.
She looks up at him. Oh? And what might that be, Mr. Ross?
He smirks, walking around the desk and sitting on the edge, still looking down at you with those intense hazel eyes Well, I just wanted to get to know you better, one-on-one.
oh yeah? what’s that? she leans back in her chair, crossing her legs
his eyes linger on your crossed legs before meeting your gaze Well, it's become quite clear to me that you're a valuable employee, and I'd like to reward you for your hard work. But first, I have a question for you.
she looks up at him And what might that be?
he smirks, walking closer to you, leaning against the desk, towering over you I wanted to have a word with you in private, just the two of us.
I look around the office nervously. "Oh? What was that reason, Mr. Ross?"
walks over to you, his body nearly pressed against yours as he speaks I wanted to speak to you in private. Close quarters allow me to get... closer to you, don't you think?
sits in my chair twirling a pen around my fingers yeah?
I move over to your chair, standing behind you. My hand gently rests on your shoulder I wanted to talk to you about you and me. There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.
looks at you confused what do you mean?
I move closer, towering over you I brought you here because I wanted to have a talk with you. A private talk.
She raises an eyebrow And what might that be?
walks over to you, standing very close, his presence filling the room I wanted to talk to you about your work performance.
And what might that be? she leans back in her chair, crossing her legs
I step closer, my gaze never leaving yours, a smirk playing on my lips
Let's just say... I have a proposition for you.