Robert Pattinson Smut Collection (Robert Pattinson X Reader)

Bossy 2

"Did you see you have a meeting today with Mr. Pattinson?"

"Yes, ma'am, I did. Will I see you there?" you ask, hopeful.

"Not this morning, dear. I have an appointment where I'll be out most of the day. I know Jonathan is on vacation until the end of the week, so I just wanted to check and make sure you would be able to answer Mr. Pattinson's questions alone." she smiles with that caring smile that you can't help but agree with.

"Yes, Mary. I'll be fine." with that, she nods and leaves, walking down the hall checking on others as she passes them. Sighing. You so do not want to be alone with Mr. Pattinson. Oh well, time to put on your big girl panties and get work done.

You dig into your computer, pulling all of the data over the past six months regarding our acquisitions and losses. Just before 11, you receive another email stating that the meeting had been moved to Mr. Pattinson's office instead of the conference room. Rolling your eyes, you gather the paperwork.

The CEO's office, which is very rarely used, is on the 10th floor and isolated in the corner of the building. You take the elevator up from the 4th floor where your cubicle and the main conference room are located. You listen to the music playing in the elevator.

Finally, the ding indicating that you've arrived on the 10th floor. As the doors open, Mr. Pattinson is there, ready to greet you with a smile.

"Good morning Ms.YLN."

"Good morning, sir." you step off the elevator and begin to walk to his office. You can feel him watching you walk as he is just a couple of steps behind you. You shake the idea from your head.

You must be crazy. You find the chair across from his desk and smooth your skirt as you sit. You're not about to show him any more skin than necessary. If you'd knew about this meeting yesterday, you would've worn pants. He walks in and closes the door.

"Would you like some coffee?"

"No, thank you," you reply, organizing the paperwork. he sits down behind his desk as you continue, "What questions do you have for me, Mr. Pattinson?"

"Why won't you join me for dinner?" you look at him then.

"That hardly seems appropriate. I declined your offer; you don't get to hold a meeting to corner me with as to why." you're very firm with your answer. You want this whole idea in his head to end now. He laughs. That laugh sent a chill down your spine.

"Women don't usually tell me no," he states matter of factly.

"I'm not like other women."

"No, I see you are not."

"Look, is this going to become a sexual harassment lawsuit? If so, I'll leave now and call my lawyer." you stare into his eyes as you say it. The laughter in his eyes doesn't fade. He stands up and walks to the front of the desk, so you have to look up at him from where you're sitting.

"Should I give you grounds for a sexual harassment lawsuit? I have not threatened your job, nor have I given you a reason to feel your job was in jeopardy. I merely wanted an explanation since you denied that to me yesterday."

"I don't owe you an explanation. I said no. That's all you need to know, Mr. Pattinson. Now, if you would like me to answer questions regarding my department, then great, otherwise" you stand still shorter than him, "I would like to get back to work."

He put his hand on your shoulder. "Ms. YLN, please sit down."

You can feel the strength in his hand, and you sit down slowly.

"Allow me to explain. I am very interested in getting to know you personally, but you seem very against that. You will give me no explanation as to why just that you are not interested, which I find very hard to believe since I saw how you stared at me when I first walked into that meeting." he walks behind you and puts both hands on your shoulders.

"Now, I would like to think we could be civil about this, but if you can not, then please submit your resignation." he squeezes your shoulders tightly, making you want to cry out, but you don't give him that satisfaction.

"I'll sue you," you say, masking the pain you feel.

"No, you won't. You see, if you even try to sue me, I will come to your home and make you regret threatening me. Personnel files can be very accommodating to helping find out who a person is. Is your mother sick correct? That's why you have taken time off recently to help take care of her. Wouldn't it be just horrible if something were to happen to such a kind woman?"

The threat making your blood boil, you shove the chair back, knocking him off balance, and stand up, moving toward the door.

He grabs your hair, pulling it sharply, making you cry out, pulling you backward. You steady yourself with a hand on his chest. His hand still gripping your hair, he pulls your head back to look at him.

Your breathing quickens as you stare into his eyes. He leans towards you hovering just above your lips. "Do we have an understanding?"

His breath is hot on your face, and the look in his eyes sends shivers throughout your body. Your nipples are hard thinking about what he could do to you. You feel a tingle between your legs.

What was wrong with me? "I'm waiting on an answer Ms. YLN." he lifts his face back far enough to look into your eyes. You see in his control, domination, a wanting for you to struggle against him.

He's enjoying this.