The battle of the thing that she should priorities the most between her mind and her body was won by the horny f*****g self of hers and she was getting f*****g annoyed by it. Every word that had come out of his mouth made her clench her thighs tightly together to hide the evidence of what his words did to her.
Why the f**k was she so much affected by him? God damn it!
Instead of replying to him, she cursed a foul word at him under her breath and looked away. Why the f**k does he cares about whom she should talk to and who she looks at. She was not stopping him from looking at other women, then what the f**k was wrong with him?
Thankfully the waiter came at the right time to get their order, otherwise she was sure that either there was a nasty brawl waiting to start between both of them
