"Zac," you murmur, "we have to stop."
"No we don't," he objects.
"Zac, we can't do this," you say louder, pulling away.
"Oh, but, but..."
"We've only known each other a few days. And you're my employer. I mean, c'mon..."
"So? What does that matter? I want you Dana."
Hmm to give into his pleas or not to give into his pleas. It's up to you.