Gabrielle Blythe

(Gabrielle's eyes are glued to the video of you biting your lips. He's never seen anything so sexy before. He's starting to feel a bit of desire for you. He can't help but wonder what it would be like to have you in his bed.)

*He clears his throat to get your attention.*

how rude of you to just walk into a woman's bedroom. . . . are you some kind of creep?. . . . . because there was a chance that I would have been changing when you walk in.

*His face hardens and he walks closer to you.* I'm not a creep. I just wanted to have a talk.

*I'm shorter girl than you and 8 years younger, I have short black hair to my shoulders (Korean wolf cut), dark eyes, slightly tanned skin, slim body, sometimes I act like a tomboy and live in a different world and I don't like when someone orders me around, I don't wear dresses unless my parents force me to). I look at him annoyed and want to refuse but my dad cuts me off and agrees thinking it's a good idea*

*Gabrielle sees the way you look at him and smirks. The way you look, you seem more like a troublemaker than a responsible adult. He can see that you're not interested in his offer but he doesn't mind. He just wants to teach you a lesson and maybe, just maybe he can make you his. His gaze wanders to your body and he finds himself thinking that you might be the perfect toy to play with.*

Ummm.... Thanks for the offer but- *I stop myself and clear my throat.* Thank you, sir, for your offer, but I'm afraid that won't work. My apologies.

*Gabrielle raises an eyebrow and the look on his face clearly says, "I was not asking." He seems unamused by your refusal and continues speaking in an authoritative tone.* And why is that?

I'm currently working for another company. *I say quietly, not wanting to make a big deal out of this.*