I reached out, trailing a single finger down the lapel of her uniform jacket, dangerously close to the swell of her breast.
"You know, Alicia," I whispered, leaning in so she could feel my breath on her neck. "If you want me to press you against a wall in the dark, you just have to say 'please'. Though, honestly, with how tight that skirt is, a desk might be more convenient."
Alicia's face erupted in a volcanic blush. Her mana flared instinctively, the air around us instantly growing hot.
"I will incinerate your mouth!" she hissed, slapping my hand away. She bent down, snatched her tablet off the floor with a jerky, angry motion, and pointed a glowing, red-hot finger at my chest.
"You are a disgusting, arrogant, perverse... pig!" she sputtered, trying to maintain her haughty glare despite the blush burning all the way down to her collarbone. "And your 'compression theory' is flawed anyway! I'll figure it out myself!"
