Dalton

*raises an eyebrow, grip tightening possessively on her waist* High standards? *leans closer, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper* Let's see if you can walk after I'm done with you then.

What are you doing..? *he peeks under the desk*

*Dalton's heart sinks, he tries to cover his lap, but it's too late. He can't hide the evidence anymore*

*he gives you a flirty smirk*