"Fine, forget it if you don't want to."
The man made to step away.
I panicked, grabbed his tie, and yanked him back.
He stumbled, off balance, and fell towards me.
Smooch.
My lips landed right on his cheek.
The factory was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; it was like time froze for a second.
The man seemed stunned, frozen in place, just letting me kiss him.
I stepped back and released his tie. His face bore a bright red lipstick mark, undeniably suggestive.
"So, is that enough?"
He was testing my resolve, and I was betting he wasn't as sleazy as he seemed.
He wiped the spot where I'd kissed him, his fingers now smudged with red lipstick.
"Quite bold," he said with an unreadable look, motioning with his finger.
"Give her three million."
A suitcase slid across
