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None of this had gone according to plan.
Well, ok, Neo letting her in, and helping her get hooked up with enough gadgets and gizmos to have a fighting chance of hacking her grade again. That went more or less as expected.
Except when she'd given him his thank you hug - stretched up close against his skinny body, accidentally on purpose pressing her boobs against him and lining up her cute little tush to land naturally as can be in his hands .... Nothing from there on was going the way it was meant to.
For Christ’s sake, pussy-starved computer geeks were meant to want to kiss her. Meant to take the carefully staged thank you in the form of stolen gropes and hurried kiss or two. Not hug her cautiously around the waist and offer to call her a taxi.
She’s almost said as much. Not in those words, of course, but ‘Thank you’ and ‘There has to be something I can do to say thank you properly?’ Presented with fluttering eyelashes and a small suggestive smile.
Favors for favors she could deal with - ‘No, really, it’s no problem.’ was a shade too close to some sort of pity for comfort.
She was still trying to sort it out in her head when the taxi pulled up outside. Neo insisted on waling her to the car. Just as she was about to give up altogether things fell back into a more familiar groove. His hand lingered on her upper arm, and he didn’t shut the car door.
‘Can I see you again? After the deadline, of course?’
Well, there you go - there was the payback. The smile she flashed him was mostly genuine relief.
‘That would be lovely.’ She exaggerated.
Well, ok, Neo letting her in, and helping her get hooked up with enough gadgets and gizmos to have a fighting chance of hacking her grade again. That went more or less as expected.
Except when she'd given him his thank you hug - stretched up close against his skinny body, accidentally on purpose pressing her boobs against him and lining up her cute little tush to land naturally as can be in his hands .... Nothing from there on was going the way it was meant to.
For Christ’s sake, pussy-starved computer geeks were meant to want to kiss her. Meant to take the carefully staged thank you in the form of stolen gropes and hurried kiss or two. Not hug her cautiously around the waist and offer to call her a taxi.
She’s almost said as much. Not in those words, of course, but ‘Thank you’ and ‘There has to be something I can do to say thank you properly?’ Presented with fluttering eyelashes and a small suggestive smile.
Favors for favors she could deal with - ‘No, really, it’s no problem.’ was a shade too close to some sort of pity for comfort.
She was still trying to sort it out in her head when the taxi pulled up outside. Neo insisted on waling her to the car. Just as she was about to give up altogether things fell back into a more familiar groove. His hand lingered on her upper arm, and he didn’t shut the car door.
‘Can I see you again? After the deadline, of course?’
Well, there you go - there was the payback. The smile she flashed him was mostly genuine relief.
‘That would be lovely.’ She exaggerated.