Patricia was back with a glass of refreshing orange juice in her hand. Max took it and gulped it down slowly, savoring every sip. Strangely, it was the most delicious orange juice he had in a long time.

"Thank you, Trish. It was de-lish!" Max cracked. His heart lit up when Patricia giggled at his cheesy rhyme.

"So... uh..." he continued, staring at the invoice that was left on the kitchen table top.

Patricia never wanted to sign it. Not when it meant never seeing this handsome stranger ever again.

"What if I don't?" Patricia asked, shocking both Max and herself with her surprising boldness.

"E-excuse me?" Max said, confused by her question.

"W-what if I don't sign it?" Patricia mustered up every bit of courage in her petite body to repeat her defiant question.

"Then I can't leave. The package's delivered right? Everything's in order, so why won't you sign it?"

Patricia stepped forward, her lips mere inches away from his.

She felt his warm breath caress her cheek, setting her on fire. Her breathing grew heavy just by being so close to this handsome stranger. Patricia finally knew what she wanted after a long time, and she wasn't going to let this chance go.

Max was bewildered and strangely, aroused at the same time. He didn't understand what was happening, but with her face so close to his, he could unwittingly feel his desires for her strain against his pants.

"I don't want you to leave." Patricia revealed at last, praying with every cell in her body that he wouldn't be turned off by his bold gesture.

Max grew breathless, yet wickedly happy at the same time.

"Then, what would you have me do before you're willing to sign?" he asked, knowing the answer in his heart, yet still uncertain enough to require confirmation.

Patricia leant in and whispered into his ear.

"Fuck me."