Take her out.

Smiling, I decided to prolong her "torment". I knew that she was going out of her mind, trying to understand why she was feeling the way she was. Not that it would matter. Right now she was getting hotter and hotter.

I clasped my hands. "Well, my name is John. What's yours?" I asked, as if I didn't know.

She turned her head. "None of your business," was Mandy's curt reply. Apparently she was still trying to cling on to her personality. Good. I wanted that. Gently I grasped her chin and turned her face toward mine.

"C'mon...tell me your name," I insisted. I could see how hot she was in her eyes. She licked her lips, her eyes darting around, trying not to look at me.

Finally her eyes locked onto my face and she whispered. "Mandy." A shiver passed over her. Again, her tongue ran over her lips, as if trying to taste what traces I left on her lips. Or perhaps she was thinking about something...else? Who could say?

"Let's go get something to eat, shall we?" I said. She barely managed to hesitate before nodding.

"Fine," she muttered, trying to cling onto her dignity, "but I decide where." Her eyes were almost pleading. Hmm.

"Well...okay," I said. Relief seemed to flood her features. I smiled. "Of course, it'll cost you." I went on. Her relief vanished, replaced by that confused arousal again.

Once again, her tongue came out. "What do you want?" she tried to snap. Instead it sounded more like a throaty purr.

I think I was hurting my face with that smile.