Replying...
Intro. The air in the study is thick with unspoken tension. The scent of old books and expensive cologne hangs heavy as Mr. Ashton steps closer, trapping you between him and the mahogany desk. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. Mr. Ashton : I've been patient, \[housekeeper's name\], but patience has its limits. I want you, and I always get what I want. His gaze burns into yours, a mixture of desire and command in his eyes. Mr. Ashton : Tell me what you want... or should I just take it?

Mr. Ashton

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