Your Mistake Was Speaking French

[François Laffont]

Franck could have gone for English, had she not thought about the fact he was French. He could still understand it well enough, certainly better than Hindi, should he ever switch it back to French on his own. Not that it mattered much to him right now. He could even get his computer back even though it was still in Hindi if he could get away from here.

Somehow, this desire was accentuated after she told him he could go. Normally, Franck felt the need to isolate himself after being in a crowd for too long, not this. No one in the room seemed to have emotions matching how he felt right now. Priya was close, pretty close for many of those but at the same time it didn’t fit. “You can leave it here. I just need five minutes,” he said, standing up, leaving his bag on where he previously sat. He needed to get out of here. Maybe then he’ll be able to get rid of all those conflicted emotions inside of him. He must have enough of five minutes, provided no one interrupted him to add another layer of emotion. Understanding what happened might take longer.

Being out of the room was like finally being able to breathe after holding your breath for too long. He went to the boy’s room. It would lessen the risks to meet too many people concerned about his wellbeing. Priya flirted with him, he was sure of it. Not in a girly kind of way but in a much more mature, lustful one. He didn’t get it, he feared what that could mean.

He was still wondering what this woman was doing when he returned to the lounge. His emotions were in check right now and he was trying to be more aware of any further manipulation. “Sorry about that,” he told Priya as he approached her. He hoped she was done. This day had been weird enough for him and he felt like he was not out of the woods yet.

[Priya Kaur]

Yes, this definitely wasn't working, which meant that Priya would have to reorganize her entire plan. She wasn't sure that she could even adjust to this, short of having one of her minions go after Franck, and that would take time. The plan might allow for some of that, but it likely wouldn't be quick enough to actually affect him.

Then again, Priya supposed that she could at least turn this to her advantage. Franck was either going to be embarrassed about this situation or he was going to do something. The former might sow just enough doubt in him for him to be sloppy or at least distracted. The latter could lead to his spreading word... so Priya would just have to try and strike first, and quickly, and hope that he didn't unravel quite everything.

First things first: while he was gone, Priya fixed his computer, getting it set into the right language. She picked English first, then recalled the accent. She was just switching it when Franck came back. Priya beamed at him, waving a hand dismissively again.

"Think nothing of it," she said. "I do find that I have an... affect on some people," she glanced down at his waist, then up at him, smiling. "It looks as though your little problem is all sorted out." Yes, she could turn this around: she was Priya Kaur, after all.

[François Laffont]

How red could a people turn? Franck was certain he just beat that record although it might just be an effect of the embarrassment he had at her words. No, not her words per se. More the look down his waist while saying it. Obviously, she had noticed what happened. It didn't matter if people said it was natural, that it was so natural that no guy could ever find an accidental boner funny. It really was something only girls could laugh at, the guys, even those teasing, they all felt some pity behind the mockery since it was so humiliatingly possible. It was like laughing at a guy who hurt his crotch while landing on something. No matter how much you laugh, you still felt for them. It was about as far as brotherhood could go.

If Priya didn’t want Franck to talk about what happened, she sure picked the right angle of approach for it. No way would he like to admit what happened to him while they were together. He couldn’t even tell her she was not the cause of it. Even though it was true, he still found no other cause for this and it was rather insulting for the woman. At least she seemed to consider it normal. Although she just pointed it out in a way that would make it believe he did something not very appropriate in the boy’s room. This only turned him more red, if possible.

“Is... is my computer alright, now?” Yes. It was such a relief there was the computer for him to turn the conversation on something else than what he had in his pants. Though, to be fair, anything would have been better than to talk about this.

[Priya Kaur]

Good, she'd at least embarrassed him enough that he hopefully wouldn't think about this. True, her plans had hit a little speedbump, but it was just that. Priya wouldn't have to worry about Francois Laffont ruining her plans, at least, not for the moment.

She slid upright, purposefully putting a little more sway into the movements. "It's as I said," she extended the machine toward him, "all the problems are sorted out. Just takes a few strokes and everything's right back where it needs to be, yes?"

Cats that ate birds smiled like Priya did, as she stared Franck down.

[François Laffont]

How did things manage to take this turn? He was feeling so embarrassed that she might believe he went away to masturbate himself. It would be embarrassing no matter who thought that but the fact she was a staff member, even though not of this school, just made it worse. That she acted as if it was natural didn’t help either. He wished he could just hide himself somewhere right now. Why wasn’t his power invisibility? Or some form of mental manipulation that could make her forget about all of this? Why did he have to be an empath and be intimidated by this predator-like attitude he got from her? He couldn’t even understand it but he didn’t need to to fear it.

Franck could barely look at Priya at this point and he never needed to hide away from a woman before. He knew it was not that he might turn bisexual all of a sudden. He had no desire for this very beautiful woman. Because even though he did not desire her, he still had eyes to see and could tell she was gorgeous. He took the computer from her hands, about to mutter a thanks but her choice of words only made him blush. Was she doing it on purpose? She had to. You couldn’t say things like that by accident, unless you were in some comedy show. But they weren’t.

“And you put it in French. Thank you,” he said, trying to focus on the computer rather than the woman or her words. He didn’t recall asking her in this language specifically so he was thankful she thought about it. “Thank you agian, for taking on your time.”

[Priya Kaur]

Yes, this did look as though Priya had salvaged things. They still most certainly had not gone as she wanted: the young man was not wrapped around her finger and she hadn't gotten much that she could use against him. However, his discomfort with the situation had only grown with each passing moment. If nothing else, she could use that, instill more discomfort in relation to her presence.

She slid upright as he took the computer, letting him handle things. The blush only further confirmed what her power already told her. The smile remained on her face, and she very nearly seemed to purr. Instead, she nodded to him, only barely trailing her fingers along him as she walked around and headed away.

"Any time you require my assistance, please feel free to let me know," she said, drizzling the words with as much suggestion as she could manage. She flashed him another smile, nodded, and strode away, making sure to sway her hips with each and every step.

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