"… It's fine. I just didn't think she would stoop that low," he murmured. He was still holding my wrists, his grip firm yet trembling slightly. He seemed unsettled, his usual composure shattered.
"How about sitting down first?" I suggested gently, hoping to anchor him.
"Ah... yes, the meeting. I almost forgot."
"No! That's not what I meant! God, what are you even saying?" Surprised that he would try to brush off such an ordeal, I actually reprimanded him with a sharp glare. I ended up gently pulling him down so he would sit on the plush couch. "Sir, you were kissed without your consent just now. That is assault. Please, take a moment to calm down. We can do the meeting later."
"But the time—"
"There is time," I insisted, my voice softening.
"Okay," he whispered.
