Lipstick stains all over his neck and shoulders, what a masterpiece you've created. Would he mind, hell, has he even noticed your ministrations yet? Perhaps you could try leaving a hic-

"Pause those thoughts of yours, muñequita."

He interrupted, unamused, nonchalant, calm, in an uncanny way. His hands reaching out to open the pack of chips with ease before eating two, not even caring to ask you for one. What an asshole.

"You can leave, your company and services are much appreciated."

This made your jaw drop, you were acquaintances, that too barely, whatever they did for a good distraction which was full of innuendo, a very well kept secret. And now he's treating you like he pays you for your "services"?

"I meant, your time. My bad." He snickered, looking very unapologetic, standing up to his full height and not even bothering to zip up his pants or buckle his belt.