"Mrs. Cortez, here's my revised essay."
Kevin handed over the essay, but his eyes couldn't help but linger on Camila's alluring feet. He thought to himself that Camila's outfits were getting more and more provocative. She never used to dress so revealingly, let alone be so casual around him. It seemed like she wasn't against dressing up, she just hadn't had the motivation before.
Camila took the essay, glanced at it briefly, and tossed it aside. She nodded and said, "Alright, I'll look at it later. You can go home now."
With that, she ignored Kevin and continued looking at her lesson plans.
Kevin was stunned. Had he misunderstood? Did Camila really just want him to turn in his essay with no intention of anything else? It seemed unlikely. Earlier, in the classroom, Camila had been so aroused she could barely stand. If they hadn't been at school, they would have done it right there. Why was she acting so cold now?
