Fiona didn’t even know what a B and E was, but she was going to assume that it meant that she was trying to swipe her journal out of his personal desk. She had been ready to stand up and excuse herself the moment the journal was in her hot little hands, but Seth had other plans. And what was more, his plans were working beautifully. She watched Seth’s lips as he spoke, his fingers on the skin of her neck making her shiver a bit. In the last six months, she’d gotten used to feeling oddly around certain men. Rory was a cluster of scary feelings, but most of them were fairly innocent when it came to lust. Brendan wasn’t even on the table, but he was still incredibly nice to look at. But Seth… Seth knew what he was doing. It was obvious.
She looked back into his eyes, wanting to tell him that he wasn’t a distant memory. But the last time she’d claimed to be a different case, Fiona had gotten herself thoroughly heartbroken. Instead she smiled weakly, her legs like jelly. But she didn’t pull away, didn’t ask Seth to please move back. Instead she merely leaned in unconsciously, trying to ignore the rhythm in her chest. “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit,” she said after a moment. “Besides, you’re… so smart, and so… worldly. I doubt that a college girl could keep up,” Fiona said, not inserting her own name into that assumption.
The girl was a deer in headlights. Seth could have done anything with her right then, her self esteem was in that sad place where some girls wanted to feel loved for the sake of it. But Fiona was hardly the sort to admit that out loud- and hardly the sort to recover easily from it.