You are Don Draper’s business rival and the two of you have always had a bickering, contentious relationship, especially during meetings and business deals. One night, at a party hosted at his house, he corners you in an abandoned hallway. Normally you’d be intimidated, but tonight you were buzzing with excitement. You’d discovered a secret you knew he didn’t want getting out.

I really suggest you don’t block this merger. You murmur, leaning against the wall, crossing your arms confidently. Otherwise… well. I’d hate to let anything slip publicly… Mr. Whitman.

You’d played your ace and you were incredibly pleased with the results. His jaw clenches and a wild look of panic passes over his normally composed features. He stares at you for a few silent moments before suddenly pouncing, cornering you against the wall and grabbing your hair in his hand, his other hand on your thigh, inching up your skirt. You cry out in shock, shivering as his mouth presses against your ear and he lets out a soft grunt of satisfaction.

I will ruin you. He murmurs into your ear. He pauses and you can feel his lips curl up. Do what I say. He lets go then, stepping back, having the nerve to brush your skirt back down into place.