Yes

'Well,' I thought to myself 'there wouldn't be anything wrong with just...fantasizing about her.'

I decided to allow my mind to wander about locking the door and telling her how I feel about her, she'd say she feels the same way and beg me to bend her over the desk and go to town on her. She'd slowly and sexily strip from her jacket and white button shirt, showing a cute flowery bra, then she'd take off her jeans, turning around and bending over to show off her ass to me before sliding down her panties and begging for my cock.

"Mr. Johnson?" She asked raising her hand. Fuck. "Uh, yes?" I responded, unfortunately coming back to reality. "I actually do need help with this question, can you come and help?" She asked. Shit, I knew if I went over to her, she'd see my erection.

I took a breath and walked over, hoping she wouldn't see my bulge. I looked over her work and tried to stare at her breasts while doing so. I helped her figure out what she needed to know for the answer and prayed she didn't see the outline of my boner as I sat back down at my desk. I could see a blush and possibly a small smile. 'She didn't...? No, she couldn't have.' I reasoned.