All of this was so weird, weird enough for her to feel hornyor maybe that was just the dregs of Haverleighs r**e an hour before.
At first, she sat primly in a chair before his desk, then she moved to the couch on the back wall, feeling much more hidden and less vulnerable. Fifteen minutes went by at a ponderous clip, her nervous energy was at a raw edge and she couldnt get comfortable on the couch. But just as she was about to try another seat, Ben moved into the office through a side door, wearing his black judicial robes.
He stopped short as soon as he spotted Carly sitting on the couch, looking like a scared rabbit about to run.
Carly! What are you doing here?
I had to see you. She realized that she could barely speak.
Are you okay?
No, no, Im not okay, not at all. She
