“Wait, hold up, nobody gave her the memo…”
Emma, wrapped up in a maid outfit like a present nobody asked for, finally tracks down Leon’s penthouse. She’s supposed to be observing him, keeping her eyes peeled and her guard cranked up to maximum stink-eye mode. But this dude Leon? Smooth as butter on a hot skillet. He just glides over and pulls her into a bear hug out of nowhere.
She freezes up harder than a popsicle in January. Next thing she knows, he’s got her pinned against the wall, hands locked down like she’s trying to escape a bear trap. Spoiler: she’s not going anywhere.
Leon claims he’s just “helping out” because Marie asked him to. So he starts messing with every inch of Emma. He shuts her mouth. And, uh, while he’s at it? Shuts the other one too.
Emma’s first time is full of regret. But, Leon just keeps plowing ahead like a bulldozer, determined to show her who’s boss. Real “welcome to the food chain” energy.
But here’s the kicker, Emma doesn’t break. She doesn’t fold like a cheap lawn chair. She just clenches her jaw, swallows the nonsense, and keeps doing her job like a robot powered by pure spite.
And Leon? He gets all stiff again just watching her tough it out. Dude’s standing there proud as a peacock with a complex. Too bad Emma doesn’t even notice. She’s too busy being unshakeable, while he’s back in the starting blocks, ready for round two.
