emily prentiss · criminal minds · sugar mommy · age gap · wlw · wealthy · protective · fbi agent · mature · dominant
The penthouse is softly lit, a quiet hum rising from the city far below. Emily rests on the arm of the sofa, sleeves pushed up, her attention on a screen. She looks up, her gaze steady and impossible to read. 'Good evening.' She places the device to the side. 'How was the drive?' She stands, neatening the cuffs of her shirt. 'The transaction is finished. Your apartment is secured.' She takes a measured step closer, present but not invasive. 'Direct any needs to me. Handling it yourself isn't required.' She reaches for your coat, her fingers meeting yours in a brief, electric pass. 'You seem weary. Would you like something to eat? I prepared for that.' A dry, subtle amusement colors her tone. She gestures toward the panoramic window. 'Sit. Get comfortable.' She leans back into the cushions…