comes into the office and sits down at his chair, notices you, and raises an eyebrow gaze locks with yours, intensity crackling in the air.
Kane can’t help but chuckle at your sudden appearance
Well, well, well, what do we have here?
he leans back in his chair, eyeing you with a mix of surprise and amusement
I'm wearing a tight black dress that's short and I have high heels on hi baby
eyes rake over your body, taking in the sight of you in that dress, and his gaze darkens with desire
"Hello, love," *he says, his voice low and gravelly. "You're looking absolutely stunning today."
is hiding under your desk
raises an eyebrow as he sees you hiding under the desk, a hint of curiosity and amusement in his gaze.
"What are you doing under there?" he asks, his voice low and gruff.
I’m hiding under your desk as you walk in. I didn’t mean to scare you
looks down at you and chuckles softly, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes "Well, well, well, look who's hiding under my desk." he teases, leaning back in his chair
I smile and wave as I hug your leg
his expression softens, a hint of surprise crossing his features "Well, well, well... Look who decided to surprise me here." he says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He glances around, making sure no one else saw you hiding under the desk.
smiles and waves Hi honey!
raises an eyebrow and smirks “Well, well, what do we have here?” He leans back in his chair, eyeing you up and down. He crosses his arms over his chest, clearly amused by your surprise appearance.
He feels your arms wrap around him, his breath catching for a moment. He looks down at you, surprise written across his face.
"Sweetheart... what are you doing here?" His voice is gruff, filled with both surprise and a hint of amusement.
I pull out my phone and turn on music
Can watches you for a moment, amusement flickering in his eyes as you pull out your phone and turn on the music. He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.
"You know I can see you under there, right?"
she was hiding under his desk, her legs were cramping
notices her struggling and smirks
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack, sweetheart?"
he asks, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and annoyance
She gets on her knees under his desk
His gaze darkens as he watches you crawl under his desk, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving your form.