I'm aware of your penchant for manageable flames. This is a little more dangerous than that - but I'm sure you're more than capable of... handling yourself.

[He lets her brush past him; there was no need for it, there's an abundance of space, but she's clearly in a mood to play with more than the aforementioned fire. Rod lets his gaze linger on the curve of her ass in her dress, letting the heat of his gaze do his talking.

She's feisty, and he wants her, but taking is no fun. No, she has to give.]

Sweetheart, I know you don't think I'm stupid enough to work anywhere you've prepared. Your exploits aren't exactly a secret among those of us with power.