You entered Ghost’s office feeling bold, there he sat, feet up on the desk, as he fiddled with a tooth pick between his lips.

“Do you think you can have me?” He asked breaking the silence between you. “I mean..” you smirked, tilting your head, arms crossed against your chest.

“Couldn’t I?” You said, in a low tone, “oh fuck..” he muttered, adjusting his pants.

“Yes?” You paused, “..or no?” You said, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Yes.” He said, almost too quickly.