"May I pour you a drink Mr. Sloan?" I asked turning my back to the seething ball of testosterone behind me. If I had been human it would have been extremely stupid to look away from him, but I had little to fear from him.
"Brandy if you have it." He said standing too close to me. I poured him a large one, and nearly bumped into him trying to hand it to him. He took it and drained it in one gulp sitting it on the table behind me. I cleared my throat, and moved around him to the chairs that sat by a large fireplace. I sat gracefully, and motioned to the chair opposite me. He didn't sit just started at me his eyes burning with my cold response to him.
"What was it you needed to discuss Mr. Sloan? If it was about the business you will need to speak to Mara she handles my affairs. I am hopeless at that sort of thing." I said blathering on on purpose. I wanted to appear a bit nervous of him. He laughed moving to stand in front of me, so he could intimidate me with his size. I was right at crotch height to him sitting in the very plush chair. I could tell he was very, cough, blessed in the manhood department. I looked up at him eyes wide.
"I want you." He said crouching infront of me. I wanted to roll my eyes and say no duh, but figured he would just punch me too and didn't want to clean up the mess. I sat very still looking away from him. I actually really was at a lose for words here. I wanted to push his buttons, but at this rate he was going to throw me on the desk and ravish me. I wasn't really opposed to that, but I wanted him so ready to burst he really screwed up big. I put a hand on his chest, and pushed gently.
"Mr. Sloan I think you are being very forward, and unprofessional. I apologize if I lead you to think I desired you in any way other than a professional relationship." I said playing the weak woman. The rage on his face was raw. I stood, and left him sitting there glowering at me.