You're still angry

You stare at her coldly, reminding yourself that this is a calculating, manipulative girl and a practised deceiver. You have no idea what her agenda is, but you have no interest in playing her game. Whatever it is.

"Save it Miss Childers," you say coldly. "I've already seen how good an actor you are. I don't doubt that you can turn your tears on and off at will to suit your purpose."

She nods sadly, wiping tears away with the back of one hand. "You're right sir. I am a good actor. I'm not acting now but I know you'll never believe me. I know I've lost your trust. That hurts more than anything Mr. Carter. To lose your trust because I indulged the mean little bitch I can be. I wish there was someway to make it up to you sir. Some way I could start over." She sways gently, making her pleated skirt swing teasingly as she looks at you with pathetic, wounded eyes.

Despite your anger and the fact that you don't trust this deceitful bitch an inch, you feel your cock stir as the reptile part of your brain starts to calculate what advantage you can take of this situation.