"Mr. Ashby." "Yes?" "Do you know how insufferably hot you are?" he asked, locking the door, and shutting the blinds. "Well, yes. I've been told." I said, smirking. "Wipe that smirk off your face. Before I wipe it off for you." "And how would you do that, sir?" I asked, standing up. "Like this." The next thing I knew, I was pushed up against the whiteboard and Mr. Carlile's lips were on mine.