You stop her

"Wait a moment Elena," you say, holding out a hand to stop her. "You can't just kiss me like that and run off afterwards."

"No Senor?" she smiles at you, her eyes and teeth flashing in her pretty face. "I have much work to do, and so little time to do it. And you, Senor, you have meetings this morning. Both of us are busy in our own way."

"At least you can tell me what I did to deserve a kiss," you chuckle.

"Maybe I just wanted to see what the gringo putas were getting," she teases.

"And maybe you wanted a taste of it yourself," you tease back, reaching out a hand and stroking one finger down her jawline. Her skin is silky and warm to the touch, and she grins at you, turning her head and biting your finger softly for a moment before stepping back from you.

"Maybe," she laughs. "Maybe I did Senor."