His Perspective

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The clicking of Serena's heels agitates my senses as I sit in my office located within the underground club that I own in this city as she saunters inside the room and walking around to where I am sitting, she leans back until she is perched on top of my table, facing me with that sultry look on her face.

"You look particularly disheveled today, Mr. Harrington." She whispers, placing her hand on my chest and I have to clench my hands into fists because they are currently itching to reach for my gun holstered against my thigh. "Mind if I help you with something?" She asks suggestively as her hand starts to travel down my chest, following the length of my torso before finally stopping just above the waist band of my tailored dress pants.

I immediately reach down and wrap my hand around her wrist, stopping her right at that moment as I take her hand in a vice grip.

It doesn't seem to bother her one bit. If anything, she is more excited and enticed by the idea of me being forceful.