‘Are you all right?’ she asks with worry, pressing a palm on my chest.
I’m not far from laughing out. Am I all right? Her hand is burning me even through the shirt. Why the hell do I feel so horny?
‘I’ll be better soon, if you tell me at last, what the problem is. And don’t try to tell me it’s nothing, because I swear I’ll lose my mind,’ I stutter nervously, then as I look at her, I feel ashamed. ‘Sorry,’ I lift my hands. ‘I’m cool now. Go ahead.’
She smiles and rolls her eyes at my stupidity. I take her to my desk, and, oppressing the desire to pull her onto my lap, I press her onto my chair. I lean against the edge of the desk, opposite her. Folding my arms, I wait for her to start at last.
‘Well, the thing is… I’m not sure, but I think someone is following me. You know, sometimes yo
