Obscured Endearment

"Yeah. I'll grab a bite or something on my way home." I responded, making my way over to my purse lying by the floor. I was about to walk out before he caught hold of my wrist, snapping me back to him.
"In case that was unclear, that was me offering to take you to dinner." He said. I swallowed and tried to free my hand from his grasp.
"That's not necessary-"
"I insist." He cut in. His brown eyes twinkled mischievously. "The pleasure would be all mine." I looked in his eyes trying to make sure this wasn't a joke.
"I don't know, besides I-"
"Are you refusing, Ms. Holsey?" He asked.
"Kind of." I muttered.
"Is that so?" He asked. I noticed he had taken a step towards me, so I took one back.
"I want this to be strictly professional, Mr. Hathaway. I've been wishing for a job like this all my life and I don't want to mess that up." He chuckled at that and smirked, once again taking another step closer.
"It stopped being professional since I fucked you in that bar, chikita."