"Harry is not my boyfriend and he has no interest in you so there is no reason I would be keeping an eye on you!" she nearly spat in his face. She wished she wore more than her white shirt and tie with her skirt, her nipples were growing into tight pebbles in excitement against his chest.
"I don't have a problem," she nearly whimpered, seeing the confusion drift in and out of his features as he fought off memories that couldn't quite form in his mind.
"I..... You don't understand," she was quivering now. She could feel his impressive length against her stomach. Should she tell him about what happened?