“Sit on my lap.”

After hearing the Regrator’s order, you abruptly froze in your tracks in shock, and slowly turned back to him.

You were only giving him some files and was about to leave his office, until he stopped you with those words, your face flushed.

Noticing your hesitance, Pantalone repeated after himself with raised brows,

"Sit. On. My. Lap."

No, you clearly heard exactly what he said. That smirk was still plastered across his face. He knew exactly how to humiliate you...