Just jump him

You bite your bottom lip as you step in closer. In return, he moves away, putting both hands up in front of him to ward you off.

“I don’t want any trouble,” he says.

You take another step; so does he.

“What’s going on here?” he asks. You smirk at the higher pitch in his voice now.

“Oh, Charles.” A small part of you is impressed with the sultry purr you manage. “I think you know exactly what is going on here.” Your next step is slightly to the left, which sends him away to your right.

“I don’t even know who you are!” His voice is almost shrill now.

“I think you do.” Just keep him talking, so he doesn’t have a chance to realize that you’re practically herding him. His eyes stay locked on you for the most part, though he does check for walls and any tripping hazards in his peripheral vision. “And I think you want this just as much as I do.”

“Look, lady, I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors--”

You cut him off with a sharp laugh. “Heard them?” You’ll only have one shot at this, so you spend a few more steps of this dance in silence before you drop the bomb: “I’m the one who started them.”

Absolute perfection: He’s frozen in confusion. “John?”

That’s when you make your move: Like a hunting lioness, you lunge at him. His knees buckle as your combined weight drives him into the arm of the couch behind him and he's driven prone onto the cushions. You have him pinned, straddling his hips with yours and pressing down on his shoulders with your palms. “Why do you think I told everyone you were gay?” He tries to sink deeper into the couch, but he can’t escape as you lean in for a passionate kiss. “I’ve been wanting you for so long now, but I was so scared to act. But now….” You rock back onto your knees so you can sit up tall. Both of your arms cross your body so you can grasp hold of the hem of your shirt. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

When your shirt is half-way off, obscuring your vision, Chuck makes his move. You give a squeak as you feel him dump you to the ground. You roll over onto your elbows and knees, raising your hips to give him access to you--

--only to hear the front door open and slam shut.

That hardly went according to plan.

It might have helped if you had a plan.

What next?