You want to know why.

"No, it does matter." You insist, crossing your arms. "If you knew I would win so easily, why invite me over for a game?"

"I don't want to talk about it." She mutters.

"Jennifer..." You whisper harshly. "I think I deserve to know after all this."

"I can't...I can't..." She sputters, wringing her hands.

"Just say it!" You exclaim. Angrily, Jennifer spins around to face you.

"Because I want you!" She almost yells. "Because I've wanted you since we've started working together! You have no idea how badly having to work with you everyday drives me crazy!"

"What?" You ask, flabbergasted. You and Jennifer flirted quite a bit at work, but it was mostly harmless fun, or so you thought. This seems a little more serious.

"See? You don't get it! I'm just a one-night stand to you! You have no idea what it's like to be so invested in someone that it turns you on whenever they so much as say your name!" Her face is crimson in embarrassment. "I wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to finally see you naked...and I had to win so I could! Why do you think I brought the camera?"

"I assumed you would show the pictures off to the other girls at work to humiliate me." You say, still in shock.

"God, no! I wouldn't let any other woman look at those pictures! They were going to be for me and my...uses." Her ire finally starts to die down and she looks mortified at what she has said. She quickly buries her face in her hands and turns away.

"Go away. Please." She mumbles into her hands. "I can't look you in the eye anymore. Just leave me alone."