Connor~

*He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He was enjoying this little game of twenty questions.* "I import and export a lot of different things. Goods, services, people. You name it, I've done it. What about you? What do you design?"

*The men quickly find out everything about you—your name, your age, even the name of the boutique hotel you own. They also find out about your connection to the Russian mob. As they finish up, one of them approaches Connor with a file in hand.* "Sir, we have the information you requested."

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*she's surprised by his sudden movement and her grip on the knife tightens*

*He smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. She was strong, he'd give her that. But he was stronger. He brought his face even closer, his voice lowering to a whisper* You should be careful who you threaten. I could snap your wrist in an instant.

*she grabs his hand and flips him over her shoulder and pins him down* and I could snap your neck

*He leads you to his bedroom, his eyes gleaming with desire. He can't believe how much you're enjoying this. He closes the door behind you, his voice full of anticipation.* "Now, I want you to get on your knees."

*He looks down at you, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He can't believe how much you're enjoying this. He reaches out and strokes your hair gently.* "Good boy. Now, I want you to open your mouth and let me put my hand in."

*He laughs again, his voice full of amusement. He can't believe how much you're complaining about wearing a suit. He reaches over and strokes your hair gently.* "And I'll be the one who gets to take it off of you later."