𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 / 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 *

Regé-Jean Page

open to : anyone.

connection : someone in a position of power - forbidden relationships more than welcome. giselle could be working for her boss that happens to also be her (step) parent, (step) sibling, family friend, teacher, etc. major age gaps are welcome, too!

           “ do you… need me for anything else? ” her words are weighed down by hope, tinged with expectance. giselle’s fingers linger on the edge of their desk, tracing the wooden frame as she nibbles on her bottom lip between white teeth. by her side, her other hand lightly bunches the fabric of her pencil skirt into a fist, the soft skin of her thigh peeking out from underneath. any excuse to be around them for another minute, right? “ i really don’t mind staying late. it’s the least i could do after you got me this job, y’know? ”

If Sam were a weaker man he would’ve sighed with disappointment. It wasn’t that he didn’t want this from Giselle–he just wished it weren’t so easy. He had planned on having her anyway, he just wanted to play with his food a bit, pretend he respected her parents enough to not defile their daughter so soon after hiring her. Granted, he didn’t respect her parents at all, much like he didn’t respect much of anyone who did business with his family, but still–it was nice to pretend every once in a while. He was hoping to catch her by surprise, to see the battle on her face once she realized she wasn’t as good as she may have thought.

Yes, the chase may have ended before it began, but Sam could still find ways to have his fun.

“Is that what you think this is?” he asked, still busying himself with files on his desk. “That I hired you just to have my way with you once everyone goes home? That I’m interested in the kind of girl that would throw herself at me the first chance she got?”

He finally looked up at her, his face still showing no sign of amusement. He stared at her for a moment, letting the tension build… until he grinned.

“Because you’d be right.”

still, giselle is demure. he’s an older man, her parents’ acquaintance—and she uses the term acquaintance because she’s aware the respect isn’t reciprocated—sam is far too much of a force to be reckoned with against her spineless mother and father. 

the sudden stretch of his lips catches her off guard, and her knees nearly give out at the amusement playing on his face. she inches forward, hands reaching over to pry his fingers off the files to instead place them on her waist, the touch alone lighting her skin on fire. “ don’t tell me you’re like this with all of your assistants, mr. hawthorne. ” her voice is quiet, barely controlled. “ that’d break my heart. ”