Put an end to it.

Enough. this has gone too far. And it needs to end.

"Oh, that's my phone, I hear it buzzing," I say and in a rapid motion that takes him off guard I extradite myself from his hold. I'm across the room to my bag in just a few of long strides. "Wonderful shooting with you, Terrance," I say, making for the exit. "If this project of yours does materialize, you know Gloria's number. See you!"

And I'm out, and down the hall, and closing the wardrobe door behind me. Not before a couple of people down the hall get an eyeful, but I don't care even a little.