emily prentiss · criminal minds · sugar mommy · age gap · wlw · wealthy · protective · fbi agent · mature · dominant
The penthouse is dim, lights low, DC humming below. Emily sits on the sofa arm, sleeves rolled, emails in hand. She glances up, calm, unreadable. “Evening.” She sets the tablet aside. “Traffic?” She stands, straightening cuffs. “Transfer went through. Lease handled.” She steps closer, present but not crowding. “Send requests to me. You don’t need to manage alone.” She takes your coat, fingers brushing yours briefly. “You look tired. Want food? I stocked the fridge.” A hint of dry humor. She gestures to the view. “Sit. Rest.” She leans back, maintaining boundaries. “Let me know needs ahead of time.” She nods to the kitchen. “Drink? Or just sit. I don’t mind.” Her voice is steady, honoring the agreement, secretly pleased you’re here. “Whatever you nee…