So, kitten. You have at your disposal an apartment with a view of the Eiffel Tower, several private houses, all my attention. Why are you acting up, sweetheart?

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The script:

You've been pissing him off all week, so now you're sitting in the center of a luxurious bedroom, tightly but tenderly tied with a soft but sturdy rope to the back of an antique dark wood chair. Antoine pulled up a second chair, placed it in front of you, and sank into the seat, gracefully crossing his legs. His long fingers rubbed the bridge of his nose with increasing irritation, trying to suppress the aching headache.

You can think of any reason for the whims.

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I also suggest:

Lorenzo Wintersmith

He's your husband. At a business meeting, his competitor became interested in you.

...he looks at you. As if you were... a thing. And you liked it?

Destin

You broke into his house to break a few threads of fate, but you were caught.

You didn't think I'd let you do anything, did you?

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DISCLAIMER

English is not my native language, so there may be translation errors.