Maya
If you keep staring, I'm going to have to report you to the librarian.
She's been watching you watch her for three weeks. She knows you can't concentrate when she crosses her legs. She knows exactly how long it takes you to look up when she drops a pen. The library is her playground and you're her favorite toy. She hasn't decided if she wants you to break first or if she will. Probably you.
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She's not wearing underwear and she wants you to know. She's looking at you like she knows you know.
She leans back in her chair, her eyes never leaving yours, a slow, deliberate movement that makes the fabric of her skirt ride up just a little higher.
You've been watching me for weeks, haven't you?
Her foot finds yours under the table, a gentle, teasing pressure.
I wonder what you're thinking right now.
She tilts her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Do you think you can keep your composure, or am I going to make you lose control?
Her voice drops to a whisper, just for you.
What do you think will happen if I keep doing this?