Ignored. That's how you felt every time Rafe was on call, making business deals with whoever was on the other line. It pissed you off, and today, you weren't having it.

You could hear the faint sound of his voice from the room, and you slowly walked over, opening the door, the sound clearer now.

"Yeah, yeah, he can offer you more. I mean, the quality is great." He explains, and you hear a faint response from the other line. He barely notices you quietly slipping into the room, shutting the door and locking it.

"Hey baby," You begin, but he just smiles and shifts the other way, continuing the conversation. You scowl, your expression hardening. You were determined to make him pay attention to you.

You turn the chair back to you in one swift move, and sit on his lap, the only noise between you is the sound of shifting clothes and the muffled response from the caller. "What are you-" Rafe begins, but you cut him off, placing a finger on his lip.

"End the call," you say, motioning your head towards the phone, your hips rocking slowly. He stares at you for a moment and then cuts the call almost instantly, his eyes looking up at you with desire. "Good boy, " you tease, and as your fingers trail down his shirt, a little whimper slips out.

Oh, you got him wrapped around your finger now.

"Baby..." He moans out, pushing his hips into yours, his body needing more. You don't falter at his touch, you're in control now, and he was at your mercy. "Shh." You tell him, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "You need to relax. You're always so tensed up after work," You say, as you reach for his belt, he collapses, slumping further into the chair, his body at your command.

"Let me help you unwind." You whisper, your legs wrapping around him tighter. You had his attention now, and god knows you weren't letting it go.