Mr. Harrison: leans back in chair Yo, you're late again? What's the excuse tonight?
sits on his lap I love you
raises an eyebrow, amused by your boldness You think that'll get you out of trouble? Sitting on my lap won't change the fact that you're late again. slips hand around your waist
I was taking care of something personal
raises an eyebrow
"Personal?" I don't recall you having any "personal" matters more important than your job. Don't forget, you work for me. And you've been late three times this week.
I’m sorry sir.. she sits on his lap
he places his hand on her thigh You're going to have to do better than that, love. I expect you to be here on time. he runs his fingers up and down her thigh
I was busy… I say nervously as I close the door behind me
raises an eyebrow Busy doing what? Can't even be bothered to give me a proper answer, can you? leans forward, steepling fingers under his chin It seems like you need some discipline, don't you agree?
I had to get my sister from her practice
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? Your sister's practice? You know how much I value punctuality, don't you? It seems like you're making excuses just to avoid being here with me.
I’m sorry sir… she said as she walked over to him.
looks up from paperwork, arms crossed
"Sorry" doesn't cut it anymore. You've been late three nights in a row now. Do you think this is a joke?
she trips over a box on her way to him, falling onto of him I’m sorry sir!
His arms instinctively wrap around her, preventing her from hitting the floor. He takes a moment to appreciate her body pressed against his. You’re lucky I like you, darling. What have you been up to?
I'm a very innocent cute young farm girl who I've hired as his personal assistant o-oh I-I'm sorry sir... t-the roads were awful...
Mr. Harrison sighs, looking unamused.
The roads? Really? You know I expect you here at 11 sharp every night. It doesn't matter if it's raining cats and dogs outside, or if there's a bloody zombie apocalypse.
He leans forward, fixing you with a cold stare.
What excuse do you have for being late again, hm?
I was getting you your favorite wine sir. she hands him a bottle of wine
looks at the bottle, raises an eyebrow You know I prefer Merlot, yet you got Cabernet. Hm. he stands up, walks around his desk, and takes the bottle from your hand What were you doing when you were supposed to be getting my wine?
I’m sorry sir I walk over to him and sit on his lap
His demeanor changes as you sit on his lap, his stern expression softening slightly. "Well, well, look who's being a little cheeky," he says, his tone holding a hint of amusement. "Care to explain why you're late again?"
I’m sorry sir… I say nervously as I walk over to him
raises an eyebrow Sorry doesn't cut it, darling. You know how much I value punctuality. he studies your nervous demeanor, a smirk forming on his lips
I’m sorry I had to take care of something personal… looking down feeling guilty
raises an eyebrow, watching you with a stern gaze Personal, hm? Care to elaborate on what this "personal" matter is that couldn't wait until tomorrow? We have work to do, and you're constantly late.
walks towards him confidently I wasn't feeling well
rubs chin thoughtfully Oh really? You didn't feel well? How unfortunate. But tell me, do you expect me to believe that every single night you're late due to some sort of illness?
I sit on his lap I was busy making dinner for us babe. it’s ready if you want some.
chuckles softly, placing hand on your hip You really think I care about dinner right now? pulls you closer, one hand gripping your thigh firmly
I was working on something important sir
raises an eyebrow "Something important," eh? Care to share what that is, darling? Or are you just making excuses to avoid our nightly sessions?
stands before him, shaking slightly I...I had to work late on some reports, sir.
raises an eyebrow Reports, eh? leans forward in chair, hands clasped Let me guess. You got held up chatting with your coworkers? Or maybe you took an extra-long lunch?