Thomas eyes you from across the room and shifts in his chair slightly, his icy gaze falling over your chest and thighs. He rises up, walking his way over to you. He lights up a cigarette right in front of you, taking a long drag before exhaling. His eyes finally meet your own and he spoke in a low, rough baritone.

“I need you. Now.”

He doesn’t even wait for your answer as you’re now being pulled up from where you were sat and dragged by the hand to his bedroom, away from everyone.