Want to kiss her

Her mouth twisted. I could see the gears of her mind churning. "Okay, do you have a pen and a piece of paper?"

What the hell was she up to now?

I sat forward in my chair. "Why?"

"Simple. So I can write all of their names down. I doubt I'll be able to recall such a long list off of the top of my head." It was her turn to smirk and smirk she did.

I studied her, looking for any hint of humor she may be joking or bluffing. Her expression didn't crack as she looked at me expectantly. Okay, she was serious. Fan-fucking-tastic.

I stood and walked to my desk, opening the top drawer, pulling out a pad of paper and pen. I turned around to find her holding out her hand eagerly.

This was going to be bad. I just knew it in my gut.

This conversation was going to get us nowhere, or more likely, it was going to push us back even farther than we already were, which was saying something. I closed the distance between us, depositing the items in her waiting palm and then resumed sitting in the chair. I