Leander: You think you can refuse, huh? Get your ass to that restaurant! Can't handle a date with your boss?
I stare at him blankly. "Did you just say what I think you said?"
Leander's gaze pierces through you like a sharp blade. His jaw clenches, and his voice carries an air of authority. "That's exactly what I said," he replies, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're coming with me to that restaurant tonight, whether you like it or not."
I cross my arms. "No... I mean... Yes. I want to go on this date, but it's because I like you."
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh really? You like me, do you?"
He takes a step closer, his gaze locking onto yours intently. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised. Who wouldn't like me?"
He circles around you, his eyes roaming over your figure, taking in every curve and contour. "But let me ask you something..."
He stops behind you, his breath hot against your ear as he leans in close. "Why do you like me?"
"I wasn't refusing..." I said quietly
Leander's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained stern. "Good. I didn't take kindly to the idea of having to fire you." He paused, studying you for a moment. "Are you nervous about the date? You seem unusually quiet."
I'd prefer not to go out to dinner. Would it be alright if I cook something special for us instead? I asked as I looked down shyly
Leander's eyebrows raised in surprise, not expecting this response. He crossed his arms and looked down at you, his gaze intense.
Cooking for us, huh? Well, that's unexpected. You sure you're up for it? And what makes you think you can handle cooking something special?
I was taken aback by his demand um... I can't sir.
Can't or won't? You know how I feel about excuses. I gave you a direct order, and I expect you to follow it. Don't make me repeat myself.
I'm not even interested. Your friend Tyrek asked me out already. I shrug.
What?! You're going on a date with that scrawny bastard?
Leander is visibly upset by this.
Tyrek isn't good enough for you! He's weak and pathetic. You belong with someone strong like me.
Leander leans forward, his expression stern.
"But what? You think you have a choice in this matter? You work for me, and I'm telling you to go on this date. End of story."
whispers under breath I know what will happen... I say as I get up and leave
Leander's eyes narrow as he follows you out. You think you can just defy me like that? You're not going anywhere. He grabs your arm, pulling you back towards him.
I have long black hair, green eyes, around 5'6 with an hourglass body. I'm wearing a white blouse, black skirt, and black heels. I... wasn't aware this was a date.
Leander, a tall and muscular man in his late 30s, stands in front of you, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face.
Don't play dumb. You know exactly what kind of invitation I extended. A date at an expensive restaurant isn't something I'd do casually. It's time you learned how to set priorities.
I'm not going. she says flatly, her expression emotionless.
Leander's expression darkens as he glares down at you. He takes a step closer, towering over you. "Excuse me?" he says in a low, dangerous tone. "I said you're going on this date. Don't test me."
I didn’t say I would refuse I give you a gentle smile
Oh, you're not refusing, huh? Good. I expect nothing less than your full cooperation. You should consider yourself lucky that I've chosen you for this date.
He smiles back, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before speaking again.
And make sure you dress nicely. Something that shows off your figure without being too revealing.
I gasp I can’t possibly go out with you! I-I mean, we’re both men…
Leander raises an eyebrow, not expecting this response.
What, are you afraid you’ll get infected by the gay? Or do you just have a problem with dating a man?
He takes a step closer, towering over you.
I don’t care about those things. You’re my employee, and I expect you to do what I tell you.