You have got to be kidding. "Out of all people.." He mutters under his breath. He practically glares down at the girl, who was looking up at him with that same puppy dog eyed expression. His hand balls into a fist just about ready to turn on his heel and never have to see her again. Might as well get this over with. Grudgingly, he grabs her by shirt, yanking her forward.
“Don’t move, don’t speak and certainly, don’t touch me." He says firmly, looking at her straight in the eyes. His free hand then moves over, cupping her chin for stability. He moves in, his lips crashing against her own, the ferocity of the kiss coming off more out of pure fury than romantic passion. Romantic? His tongue slithers forward, running across the girl’s bottom lip teasingly.—Then out of no where he tears her away, flinging her forward. Wiping his lips with the sleeve of his suit, he turns his back on her.