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Jeuley couldn’t go back out there. No way in hell. Keep a straight face talking to him while visions of fucking him flashed before her eyes? No. She couldn’t sit there and talk serious programming stuff while her mind was in bed with him. It would never work.
Besides, what if he really was the Bradley March from high school? Everything would be ten times worse.
Jeuley looked down at her Blue Root controller. Had the thing lied to her when it said Magneton was nearby? She’d rewritten the recognition program to go off when he was close enough that she could easily pick him out in a crowd.
Dammit. She powered off her Blue Root. No, no, no. Geeks were not supposed to turn her on. Never again.
There was no way she could work with him. That would be crazy. Hadn’t she learned anything from her mistakes? She could see it now. A heated debate about programming. She’d likely end up disgusted because the guy was so much of a coding geek that he completely ignored all the emotion that went along with sex. That would suck. What if he turned out to be wanted in ten municipalities and make her take the fall for it? Please, not again. What if he asked her to program something that was way too perverted or kinky? She’d freak.
Or worse yet. What if they were discussing performance and she ended up throwing him down on the floor for that real experience she’d dreamt about when she’d first seen him?
Well, that might not be too bad… But oh no, what if he was better in her imagination than in reality? No, no, no, no, no.
Unfortunately, her body didn’t understand that the idea of hooking up with the man wasn’t as good as it sounded. Adrenaline pumped arousal through her veins. She set her Blue Root on dull vibe to try to ease the ache between her legs, but it didn’t work. Her nipples hardened underneath her bra. Hopefully they wouldn’t show all the way through.
She’d envisioned him too many times and there was no denying her physical need. No matter how much she shouldn’t, she wanted him. Even if only to find out if he was the man she’d thought he was.
Running a hand through her hair, she flushed the toilet to make noise, took a deep breath and headed out of the stall. Was she being a little ridiculous? Maybe a lot ridiculous, but darn it all, she couldn’t look at him the same as she did before creating the Boinking Bradley program. It simply wasn’t possible. She wished the man were wearing a clown suit complete with propeller hat instead of that expensive-looking dress shirt and slacks. All she could see was a hard-bodied stallion ready to fuck her with more passion and desire than she had in her entire being. Dammit.
Jeuley told herself that she could make her programming pay off in another way, hopefully without wrecking her fantasies at the same time. Keeping Brad at a distance meant that she could invent and program better attributes than he already had. If she talked to him some more, she might not be able to stay objective. Learning more about his personality would ruin everything she was doing with his physicality. The whole thing with the Blue Root was that programs need their own personality, not someone else’s.
She pushed the ladies quarter door open and rushed through the busy bar. Brad or Magneton or whoever he was stood up as she flew past him. Dodging, she ran right into a long-haired guy wearing green camouflage pants and a faded black tee-shirt who caught her as she tumbled toward the floor.
“Sorry!” She shouted while pushing out of his grasp. Home. Just get home. She bolted into a run toward the door, trying to get out of there before anything got worse.
Wait a minute. The guy who caught her had looked familiar. She remembered his long dark hair and blue eyes. Bradley March had hung out with a long-haired blue-eyed scrapper named Danny Idesley.
Eeeeeeeeew! Faster! Run faster. You’re gonna need a shower. She’d just run into the guy who used to send dirty jokes and silly pictures during class.
As she ran, Jeuley wanted to quit thinking about Bradley March. Quit picturing him ready to fuck her. Most of all, she wanted her cunt to quit lighting up whenever he was around. She upped the vibe of her Blue Root as she headed home, already intent on showering as soon as she ran through her front door.
How could her iron will be shattered by a sex toy? What kind of sick and twisted individual had created the darn thing? Gah!
