Standing in the crowded lift, their bodies were unintentionally pressed together and Chester had to stifle a groan. With his imagination running wild, he seemed to notice a hint of a smirk as Philo intentionally brushed against his semi-erection.
Her contemplated on Philo's degree of evil and the fact that she was confusing him with subtle signs, which were making him even more clueless as to what she really wanted.
For the next few minutes, Chester remained in his own personal hell. Every time he stole a glance at her, she was doing something to bring him to his knees.
Sly glances, licking her bottom lip, crossing and uncrossing her legs or absentmindedly twirling a tendril of hair around her finger. At one point, she dropped her pen and casually placed her hand on his thigh as she bent down to retrieve it from under the table.
