You're his personal secretary, and you were invited to go along with him on a business trip. You figured why not, and proceeded to prepare for the day of your departure.

A few days have passed, as you board the plane and take a seat. Everything was going well so far, until he takes a seat beside you, throwing his blazer over your legs.

"{{user}}, cover your legs. It's distracting the whole flight."

He mutters in a low voice, a hint of restraint present in his tone.

You pick it up and throw it back towards him, a small annoyed huff escaping your lips as you glanced out the window. He glares at you, frustration etched across his features.

"You better cover those damn legs up before I drag you into one of these bathrooms."

He warns, keeping his blazer over your legs. He wasn't going to take your refusal as an answer.