Yes, Sir. (Cashby)

"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.