<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a9/7b/a4a97bdacd3d857ce2e3c31ff5164caf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 10 p.m. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Her <strong>Private </strong>Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-Shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/bd/89/8dbd898aa374bbf599adaea6a692edd5.jpg) and Panties<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theseus Rockford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Get the Fuck out My Room</span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Robyn released a frustrated sound from her throat, something akin to a growl, when Theseus ignored her protests and introduced himself in a polite manner, as if they were at a party rather than in her bedroom. Her building distress only climbed higher when he nonchalantly mentioned sleeping in the same bed with her. <br/><br/>The old pervert! He was old enough to be her father. <br/><br/>“Hell to the fucking no,” she cursed as an incredulous laugh escaped her mouth. “Did that shaggy hair bastard send you in here?” By bastard, she meant Oscar, her beach lover. Did he betray her trust already and disclose what happened between them? Gods, she knew that was a bad idea and now it was biting her in the ass. <br/><br/>Distracted by her racing thoughts and panic, Robyn did not notice him succumbing to the pull of curiosity. Only when he requested her name for a second time did she blink and refocus her attention on his face. Obvious embarrassment cascaded across her face when she discovered him looking inside of the drawer rather than up at her face. Anger clouded her judgement and she reached out, slapping him hard across the face. “How dare you?!” She pointed toward the door with a trembling finger. “Get out. GET THE FUCK OUT!” </span>