A dinner date.

I got another text message later in the afternoon and for a moment my heart raced with excitement thinking it was Emma wanting another booty call but the call display revealed it was my wife. I must admit I was a bit disappointed but nonetheless I was still happy to get a message from my wife to divert my attention from work, even for a minute.

Sam: Hi honey r u busy?

Me: I'll always make time for you! :)

Sam: Awwww

Me: What's up?

Sam: Emma invited us over 4 dnr 2nte @ 7

Me: She cooks? ;)

Sam: Haha not well but she tries

Me: Okay, do you want me to bring some wine?

Sam: Sure! ILU!!!

Me: I love you too.

I guess since Bill and Emma were over at our house for the first night it was understandable we would switch to their house next. Emma was hopeless romantic like my wife so I'm sure she would go home early from work to set the mood for a nice dinner before Bill and I start banging each other's wives.

I set off my phone down and concentrated on getting my work done in order to leave early to try to beat the traffic. I stared at the code on my screen, practically meditating so could block out any and all thoughts of getting laid.

"You're in a rush to get home?" Steve noted, popping above the cubicle partition.

"Yup," I mumbled as I submitted my code changes. "Dinner date with the missus."

"Have fun."

"Oh, I will..." I grinned all the way to the elevator.