Dinner emotions

Dinner that night was rather amusing, throughout your meal Harley would cast nervous if not rude glances at you, as if trying to figure out your play. Looking up from your plate, you catch her staring lustfully at you, as if in a daze. "Enjoying your meal?" you muse with a small smirk, seeing that you caught her.

She yelps in surprise, her face blushing heavily. "Eh" She squeaked out trying to sound indifferent, although her large blush told you otherwise. The dinner shenanigans didn't end there either, occasionally her spandex covered leg would brush and seductively trace yours, most likely unconsciously as she didn't seem to notice. Causing a constricting tightness in your jeans.

"Hmm, well, I guess this place'll do." Harley said, peering around the kitchen as her leg still rubbed against yours. "By the way, what's your name?"

You sweat dropped. She doesn't even know my name? This is gonna take a while. " It's John, John Doe."

"Well ima call you Johnny" She says matter a factly. Although she was somewhat rude, you couldn't help but think how cute she looked when her eyes fluttered while saying your name.

Although you want nothing more than to take this crazy, sexy psychopath right there, you remember just how crazy she is, and would rather not have a knife jammed somewhere unholy. Quickly hiding the tent in your pants, you decided to retire somewhat early tonight. As you brought Harley to the guest room, you could still feel her eyes undressing you from behind.

"So, well this is your room, I'll be right across the hall" Showing her the furnished room, You watched as she quickly grabbed the handle and shut the door behind her. "Um.. okay, good night."