Pressing her lips together she glared at him, her arms wrapping around her waist as a sort of shield.  Who was she kidding?  He'd been mysterious at first but now?  Now she couldn't get him out of her mind and her dreams.  Since he'd cracked her head open, found what made her tick.<br/><br/>Grating out a frustrated growl, she turned from him,  "People aren't clocks or watches.  They aren't static. "  She couldn't look at him and lose herself...he was so clever.  Her body stiffened at his comment, but she didn't answer...couldn't.  Couldn't explain how it felt for him to know how she would react since that day.<br/><br/>"Does it get you off to fuck with people's heads?"  Again the tart rejoinders, her only defense.