Morgan turned to Bridget with a sly look on her face. Even though Bridget had fallen victim of the love juice and had experienced a kind of sexual awakening, Morgan thought that the lawyer still tried too hard to wear an outside skin of uptight, tight-laced attitude. Morgan wanted to toy with her some.
"He's gonna be out for awhile. It's just you and me now," the witch said, standing from her chair and taking a step towards Bridget. Bridget gulped, feeling a lump in her throat. Her stomach began to feel tingly, but she couldn't understand why.
"Isn't there something I can do to make you not dislike me so much?" Morgan asked, placing a hand against the table and leaning her hip into it. She twirled a finger of her other hand through a twist of hair on her forehead like a coy schoolgirl.
"I.. uh... don't know what you mean," Bridget croaked, her face feeling red. She could feel some anxious sweat forming on her brow and butterflies in her stomach. It hadn't been like this with Melvin and his love juice. She had seduced Mel and not the other way around, but this was different. Was the witch using something on her? Or was Bridget just squirming in her seat, her panties beginning to moisten, because she was attracted to Morgan and liked the idea of being seduced by her, no strings attached?
The witch smiled and took another step towards Bridget and leaned in, placing her hands on either side of the armrests on Bridget's chair, trapping her.
"I think I have some ideas," Morgan whispered.