He glanced at her, surprised to find her dressed so fast. He would have preferred her to stay completely naked, of course, but he supposed he couldn't just leave her naked in his office. Of course he could stay naked in his office with her, but that alarm was starting to annoy him and the every day annoyance was coming back, buzzing in the back of his head. The pleasure, the enjoyment of completely focusing himself on someone else, the way she had responded to him--it was all faded and he gritted his teeth, looking at her with some displeasure. It was nothing she had done of course, but Michael's moods could be quicksilver, gone from violent to loving and back again just as quickly.<br/><br/>"Pick that up," he motioned to the bucket on the floor. "You need to get back to work. I should see what that noise is about.." He glanced at her, at least pleased she was showing the proper humility. He enjoyed the knowledge that she wasn't wearing panties, that his liquid was leaking down her leg. He wandered over to look down at her, his expression blank for a minute, his smile still firmly in place. It was almost a part of his face. He twined his fingers through her hair and yanked slightly, pulling her against his chest, then catching her chin to make her look at him.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, Sommer," he said quietly. "I know you're still learning. You're doing well, but there are still so many things I can teach you." He leaned down and kissed her with savage force, biting her lower lip as he broke the embrace, his smile turned savage. "And I'm sure you'll have rumors and gossip to tell me when I see you again." He turned and snatched his shirt, walking out without waiting for her answer. Leaving her to consider what her fate would be if she didn't have those rumors for him. He buttoned his shirt and headed toward the source of the alarm.<br/><br/>>To the Atrium