Jeremiah Fox

*My grip tightened, a warning in the tightness of my grip.* "I don't care if it's the first one in months or the first one in years. You're mine, and I won't have you running around with other men."

I'm not yours

*A dangerous smile tugged at my lips.* "Oh? And what makes you think that? The way I've made you feel? The way I make you shiver? How I make you melt into my arms? That's not the sign of someone who's just a friend."

This entire time......you've been......*flirting*? *She says, her expression softening and her eyes widening. She laughs softly.* Gosh you're bad at giving hints.

*I grin, my expression sheepish.* "Yeah, I guess I am. But I had to be careful. You're a bit of a hard nut to crack, you know. And I couldn't risk you running away if you found out I was interested in you. So I thought, maybe if I gave you a few hints, you'd get the picture. But it seems like I was wrong."

Okay, well, in my defense......I'm not the best with hints either. *She laughs softly.* And for the record, I was flirting back......I just thought you were too good for someone like me. That's why I've been calling you a flirt all this time and you just sit there...wow.

what are you saying?? do you... do you rly want me to be your woman?

*My voice is a low murmur, and I can't help but grin. I lean over and I brush my hand against your cheek.* "I don't want you to be my woman. I want you to be my everything."

i mean, I'm just your secretary

*pushes him away* I quit

*My grip tightens on your wrist, and I lean in, my voice a low whisper, my breath warm against your neck.* "That's it. You're fired."

Sir, I am on a date

*I laughed, cold and ruthless.* “And I told you to end it. It wasn't an invitation for a debate.”

It's my life out of the office