Daphne was glad he didn't try to keep her there for longer or try to prolong the kiss or start back up on her neck or anything. Because she wasn't so sure she'd have been able to turn him down another time. She was going to get so much hell for this. She had no doubt that someone would say something and it would eventually get back to her fiancee. Maybe she could convince Clint to lie and say she was there with him. She'd have to ask.
"It was a pleasure, Mr. Pucey. See you around," she said with a small smile, leaning up and giving his cheek a quick kiss before stepping away. She needed to get home before she did something even more stupid. Plus, she had work early in the morning and she was exhausted. Sleep would be good. And a nice hot shower. Or bath.