Lilian arrives at the conference expecting to smile at jokes that aren't funny and men who think too highly about themselves. She doesn't expect to cross paths with a man who needs her help figuring how who had been embezzling money from his business, but it is a welcomed exchange that leads to so much more...

..

"What would you like me to do next?" she asked. She expected there to be more files that he wanted her to look through. This wasn't exactly her area of expertise, but the conference had gotten really dull and finding incriminating information was invigorating.

"I would really like for you to sit on my face."

She saw his eyes widening as the words left his mouth, as if he couldn't believe they managed to escape his lips. Her reaction was instinctual, borne from years of smacking younger siblings for their lips. She hit him with the file in her hand. "Shameless!" she snapped, shocked, but somehow not terribly opposed.

"You should punish me," he continued and then looked like he very much wanted to shove his fist into his mouth. Instead, he took another swig of the whiskey. This wasn't going exactly where she thought it would go when she offered to take a look at his account books for him, but she could be flexible.

She blinked at him. "Punish you?"

Noises left his throat, but they were gurgled by the drink that he had placed firmly over his mouth. His face had gotten red. It was getting late and they should really head back to the conference. She noticed that he had kept drinking in the little corner, but she hadn't realized just how much he had imbibed for him to lost all sense of modesty.

"I'm not too keen on pain as a deterrent," she said cautiously.

The fist left his mouth abruptly. "But as a reward?" he asked, suddenly eager once more. And he really was extremely eager.

She could work with that.