Tiffany tensed visibly as he stepped behind her mostly because she couldn't see his face..or what he was doing. He put a hand on her shoulder and she nearly jumped out of the seat, though he assured her that there was no reason for her to be nervous. Bull shit she knew she had to be nervous because she didn't trust him for a moment.

He threw all of his threats out on the table, and she shifted uncomfortably on the chair, feeling the hand almost massaging her shoulder to try to get her to relax. It was when his hand began to wander that she shifted again, the question of 'did she know what he wanted' making her nearly want to vomit in disgust. His hand was soon groping her breast, making her groan as he squeezed and kneaded the mounds of flesh, her blue eyes shutting immediately.

He wanted her. That wasn't very hard to figure out...but he was already being rough. She actually sat back in the chair to attempt to get away from the groping hand as he proceeded to knead the flesh of her breasts until she was almost positive that there would be bruising. "..What do you want...do you want me to have sex with...with you...? Please stop...ah..you're being so rough.." She lifted her hand, trying to push his hand away from her breast, a few buttons on the blouse already undone just from the force of his groping.