Yes, Sir. (Cashby)
"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.
The next thing I knew, I was pushed up against the whiteboard and Mr. Carlile's lips were on mine.