“Look at you, you’re just begging for someone to put you in your place.” You said to Price, a seductive smirk on your face.

“And you think you could handle that? Your cute.” Price chuckled in reply. “I could have you on your knees in a heartbeat, it would suit you.” He added on.

“You think about that image a lot?” You asked him.

“What? No, God, don’t flatter yourself, you brought it up.” He scoffed, yet he avoided eye contact, awkwardly clearing his throat to hide his flustered tone.