You move in

She tries to turn and leave again but you cross the short distance and grab her wrist, turning her around so that her arm is pinned firmly above head and against the wall. 'Do you really think you could just stutter your weak apologies and leave?'

She looks up at you apprehensively, 'I'm so sorry, please, just let me go'

You lean in close to her ear and whisper, 'As you can see, I have a bit of an issue and I might just let you leave if you help me take care of it'. You trace your free hand down her neck and lightly run your fingertip over her clothed nipple. She shivers as your breathe washes against her ears and you feel her resolve weakening.

'I...I really shouldn't, I'm going to be late for my interview', her own argument sounding weak to herself.