"i bet you a million dollars you'll kiss me first." Your enemy,Justin Petrov whispers in your ear, hand snaking over your body.

"Deal. Get the check ready." You say, making a smug expression.

"How can you be so sure?" he says, an edge to his voice.

"I hate the taste of whiskey." you shrug, nonaffected.

a few days later, he calls you to his office.

"Get me a vodka."

you eye him suspiciously, "Since when did you start drinking vodka?"

"Since you said you wouldn't kiss me if I drank whiskey."