It would take so little effort to get to her feet, to push him against the wall, to undo buttons she's slowly becoming familiar with...

She's aware of the way her gaze rakes over him and she can only imagine what he sees when he looks at her, kneeling on the floor in front of him, fighting these little thoughts.

Come back. If he could read her mind, the things he'd hear right now. The fact she isn't flirting, isn't teasing, must speak plenty about how hard she's working against herself.

"Well," she licks her lips, which feel dry. "I'll be there around midnight. If you're lonely."