Mileschanges his mind and takes Janice instead

He watches her walk away for approximately four seconds.

Then he goes after her.

He catches her wrist at the edge of the hallway, pulling her back. She spins around, her expression immediately sharp.

Janice: what are you—

He pulls her into the nearest corner, his back blocking her from the room, and kisses her hard before she can finish the sentence.

She is surprised. For exactly one second her hands come up against his chest pushing back.

Then something else happens.

He kisses her harder, one hand at her jaw, the other at her waist pulling her in. She pushes against his chest again, less convincingly this time.

He pulls back just enough.

Miles: everything you just said. He looks at her directly. you're going to do all of it. But not to him.

A beat.

Janice: She stares at him. fuck you.

She grabs his wrist and tries to pull it off her waist.

He does not move. He pulls her back in and kisses her again, slower this time, deeper, his hand moving from her waist to her lower back pressing her against him.

Her pushing slows.

Her hands stop trying to move his.

He slides his hand down from her lower back, finds the hem of her dress, and moves underneath it. His fingers find her inner thigh, moving upward slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop him.

She does not stop him.

His fingers find her and she inhales sharply against his mouth, her whole body going still for a moment.

Then her hands stop pushing entirely and grip his shirt instead.

Janice: She breathes it against his mouth, her resistance completely gone. asshole.

His fingers keep moving.

She grips his shirt tighter.