Who said Emmett has to be a jovial teddy bear? Please don't try to picture Kellan Lutz for this – it just won't work.
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Dialogue Flex: "That's not how you treat a lady," she said.
Using the provided snippet of dialogue, explore what comes to mind, be it a scene, a thought, or something else.
Word prompt: pique
To say that Mr Emmett McCarty-Masen knew how to make an entrance would be an understatement. It had been pouring rain all day and the thunderstorm began around lunchtime. Rain beat against the window panes and the languorous growl of thunder surrounded the building. Rose eyed her umbrella dubiously; she wasn't relishing the walk to the bus-stop later.
She had just stepped out of Mr Masen's office, having delivered his usual afternoon break, when a man appeared. Rose knew that Mr Masen had two sons, but he wasn't the kind of man to adorn his desk with family photos, so she had no idea what they looked like. She approached the visitor warily – Marjorie must have been on another crying jag in the loos, or she would have warned her.
Emmett stood imperiously at the opening to her cubicle and thrust his dripping umbrella at her as she approached. He proceeded to strip off his gloves and sodden overcoat while Rose stood gaping before him, and she almost swallowed her tongue when he dumped his coat into her arms.
She found her voice as this, as yet unidentified stranger, made to step around her.
"Where I come from, that's not how you treat a lady," she said.
"You're not a lady, you're my father's secretary," was the less than gallant reply.
Rose stepped defiantly into his path. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and an imposing stance, but, in heels, Rose could look him straight in the eyes.
"Well, as Mr Masen's secretary, I must ask you to wait while I inform him of your arrival. I'd ask to take your coat, but…"
She raised her eyebrow mockingly and shook his umbrella slightly so that a few stray drops landed on his shiny shoes – how they looked so good after a walk in the rain was a mystery to her.
Emmett looked unconcerned as he brushed past her and took a seat in her desk chair. He rested his left leg against his right knee and gazed up at her unblinkingly.
Rose restrained her pique at his audacity and took care hanging his coat on the stand to the right of Mr Masen's door. She stood at the entrance to her cubicle and surveyed her intruder thoughtfully.
"And may I ask which of Mr Masen's sons is gracing us with his presence today?"
Again, there was a slight puckering of his lips, but the hard lines of his face remained entrenched.
"Emmett McCarty-Masen. The bastard."
Rose did a double-take at this potential double-entendre. Emmett suddenly grinned, but there was a challenging edge to his expression that put Rose on her guard.
"Please excuse me, Emmett, the bastard, while I speak to your father."
She paused just long enough to register his look of shock mingled with appreciation, before she left him sitting there.
A/N: This little scene wouldn't leave me alone at work, but I'm afraid I have to leave it here for today.