"Don't do this." he told you, not quite looking at you.
You replied by taking off your shirt. Then your pants. His eyes trailed up your body, drinking you in, and you had to resist the urge to cover yourself.
"You provide a service, right? Do me Shawn. Anything. Everything. I don't care."
He reached up and softly caressed your cheek. Then he gripped your chin, squeezing it hard as he pushed you roughly against the wall. "You have no idea what you're asking for." he growled in your ear.