She asks you to show her what you wrote about her

"Is this your computer, John?" she asks, motioning to a laptop in front of the sofa.

"Yes, Kaley, it is," you tell her, feeling a lot more confident, strangely, seeing as how all she had done up to that point is a little harmless flirting with you.

"So...aren't you gonna show me what you wrote?" she teases you, or are you too shy to talk to me now, Mr...Doe?"

She used your last name, how cute, you tell yourself before catching yourself and putting in a flash drive with the hopefully-not-to-offensive material, excusing yourself to do something in the kitchen that you weren't really going to do, just to get you away from her when she finds out how big a pervert you really are.

You catch yourself staring at her incredible body and longing for the chance to do all those things she was currently reading about you doing to her to her yourself.

And that's when you hear a moan coming from the other room, and you are shocked by what you find.