"Daddy says I'm spoiled," Laurie Hendricks said abruptly.
"Daddy?" I repeated stupidly.
"Yes. I do have one, you know." She shrugged and the gesture caused a wonderful interplay of movement under the tight coverall. "But he's the one who spoiled me, so he shouldn't complain. He thinks I just amuse myself with men and he doesn't like it."
"Do you?"
She laughed, the warm rippling sound making my skin tingle like an electric current. "Of course," she said. "Why shouldn't I?"
"I suspect you're rich," I said. "It's funny, I hadn't thought of you that way."
"Have you thought about me very much?" Her face sobered and her voice became huskier. "I've thought about you. A lot. I guess that's pretty standard procedure, isn't it? Schoolgirl gets crush on handsome teacher."
I swallowed with difficulty. The conversation was getting out of hand. I wasn't controlling it at all.
"We'd better get down to work," I said. "Have you thought about a subject for your term paper?"
She appraised the couch under the long window, seemed satisfied, and settled onto it with a relaxed ease and grace of movement. "Well, if we must work—" she murmured. "No, I haven't thought about it. Did you have any suggestions for me?"