The twist

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"Behave," Ana murmured, her cheeks ablaze. She avoided meeting his gaze, but when he abruptly kissed her knuckles, a shiver ran down her spine. "This isn't home." She attempted to pull her hand away, but Richard held it firmly, his face a mask of determination. Such pettiness only added to her discomfort.

"So you're implying we can do this at home, which, I must admit, I prefer," Richard remarked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as his teasing intensified. Ana couldn't tell if he was genuinely drunk or not, because his teasing was executed with such finesse that it left her puzzled.

"No, I'll drop you off at home, then I'll head back to my place," Ana asserted, stealing a quick glance over her shoulder. She noticed the curious stares from the girls nearby, evidently intrigued by her interaction with Richard.

The next moment, Richard playfully tugged Ana by the hand, causing her to stumble into his lap, right in front of everyone. The manager hastily averted his gaze, while