“So I need to be wooed?” Konig teased, his voice low and sultry.

“Yeah, you need be wooed.” You smirked, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Wooed,” he echoed in a deep rumble.

“Mhm,” you murmured, looking to the side and breaking eye contact.

“Yeah, flowers, an expensive bottle of wine .” He stated, staring at you.

“Or I could find another DILF to play daddy.” You said, looking back at him.

He grabbed you by your arm, pulling you closer.

“I’m the daddy here.” He muttered, towering you.