Conflict of Interest

7. The Desk

This week blows by fairly quickly, nothing too special happening. Dr. Reid couldn't make it to class Wednesday and Thursday because of a case.

Ever since last Wednesday, you've been thinking about Spencer more again. There weren't as many inappropriate images flashing through your head, but it was weird how often you thought about him.

"Well shit," you say out loud with a breath.

He asked you to come to class today, Friday, to help. But actually, it's not a bad idea. You need his help on an assignment for another class.

You email him back, agreeing to go in at 3pm.

You get dressed in a maroon blouse that dips down in a v neckline, black jeans, and white high tops. On Fridays, you guys are allowed to wear whatever you please as long as it's 'appropriate'.

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"Sorry to ask you to come in on your day off class."

"It's no problem, I actually need your help with something when we're done."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, can you review my paper for Psych?"

Spencer nods, "Yeah of course."

You give him a thankful smile and he gets to work on grading, you occasionally helping him with whatever he needs.

"Okay, the paper?"

"Yep," you walk over to his desk and set your lap top in front of him.

"You can take a seat," he motions for you sit down somewhere.

You shrug and just lean against his desk, facing the white board on the north wall. "Nah I'm fine."

He reads your paper quickly, reading it more than once to make sure for any errors.

"Okay, right here, I would say something along of the lines of..." Reid moves your lap top so you can see it.

You squint, looking down at it on his desk. It's hard to see, so you pick it up and set the laptop on your lap, sitting on his desk fully. "Wait where?"

Spencer stands up and points to the sentence on your screen. You're suddenly aware of how close he is to you, just inches away.

You swallow roughly, "Thanks." You type away, fixing the sentence. "What else?"

He bends over a little and scrolls to the third page after you scoot the laptop to where he has a better angle. His hands are technically on your lap. Well, they're on the laptop, but the laptop is on your lap. You can't help but see his hands, the veins, the length, the size. Mans must have a big di- You stop the thought.

He leans back away from you, realizing how close you are. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No it's okay," you say, heart racing just a little faster.

Spencer nods, giving you an awkward, all lip smile. He points to your screen again, showing you a typo.

"God, you are so hot."