“Oh, doll.” William doted on you, a tight frown across his lips. “As much as I would love to say yes, I can’t. I’m too old for that pretty little face of yours, I’ll ruin you.” His voice was sweet, almost taunting.

You didn’t know why, but you felt attracted to your employer. You stood infront of him, his cold, so cold, hand on your warm cheek. He towered over you, a hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Let me see that pretty face of yours.” His voice was smooth.