Abbie, Jake, and Chris approach the bar

Jake signaled to the waiter that he was ready for the check. When he brought it, the waiter made no indication of whether or not he noticed Abbie and Chris silently engrossed in one another, nor specifically that Abbie had her hands under the table on Chris's legs.

"Please," said Chris, barely looking toward Jake. "Let me."

Jake smiled and pushed the check across the table. Chris signed his name and put down his room number.

Without removing her hand from Chris's lap, Abbie lifted her head. "Do you all want to go to the bar? I'd enjoy another cocktail."

Jake stood up and pushed his chair in. "Sounds good. I could for another round."

"I'm, uh ..." Chris stammered

Abbie laughed. She looked at him and saw what her fingers already knew -- that she had gotten him turned on. She stood up, and held a hand out to him. Chris stood, his erection still plainly visible. Abbie stepped closer to him. She whispered, "if you want, you can walk behind me, and I'll hide you from public view." Chris nodded, and acted as if he were ushering Abbie toward the bar in front of him. In actuality, she was not only masking him, but rubbing her ass against him as well, making sure that whatever he had in his pants wasn't going away.

Jake watched them go. He stayed a few paces back, shaking his head in disbelief at how the evening was playing out.

The bar was surprisingly crowded. The restaurant dining room had been full, but not packed, and with the tables spread out, it felt roomy. The bar, on the other hand, was overflowing with people. Abbie, Jake, and Chris weaved through the masses and made their way up to the front. Miraculously, as they arrived, a patron vacated a stool at the bar, and Abbie quickly sat down. Jake and Chris stood behind her, hovering over each shoulder.

Abbie leaned in, her eyes playfully locking with the bartender's. She couldn't help but notice his gaze swiftly traveling downward, drawn to the hint of cleavage peeking from her loose-fitting dress. A mischievous grin formed on her lips as she glanced down, realizing the allure she exuded. The unspoken question danced between them, as if she was silently asking, did you sneak a peek down my top? Even so, she made no effort to cover up or discourage his lingering gaze.

Her vibe was all about confidence and playful allure. She fully embraced the moment, basking in the magnetic connection she had with the bartender. With a carefree attitude, she let the tension simmer and the chemistry unfold, without any reservations holding her back.

"Is that bartender checking you out?" Jake asked.

Without turning around, Abbie replied, "I think so."

"Lucky dog."

The bartended finished delivering four beers to a group down at the far end, and moved down toward Abbie.

"Hey there," the bartender greeted, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "You caught my eye." In his mid-20s, he stood tall with a captivating muscular physique. A slight beard adorned his chiseled face, adding a touch of ruggedness to his allure. Intricate tattoos graced both of his strong arms, extending tantalizingly around parts of his neck. His energy didn't quite align with the bar at Beija Flor, but no one seemed to mind. His laid-back confidence kept patrons engaged with him -- and more importantly, buying drinks.

"Hi!" said Abbie cheerfully. "Could I get an apple martini, please?"

"Absolutely," said the bartender. He looked up and noticed Jake and Chris behind her. "Are these guys with you, or are they just instinctively drawn toward this gorgeous goddess?"

Abbie smiled. "Both, I think. Boys, what are you drinking?"

"Bottle of Sam Adams," said Jake. Chris nodded and held up two fingers, indicating that he wanted the same.

"I'll be right back. Don't get in trouble while I'm gone." With that, the bartended swept past, pulling out the makings of Abbie's martini, and also collecting orders from other patrons further down the bar.

As the bartender moved away, Chris pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen. "One second, I just ..." He tapped away at something which Abbie assumed was a text message. "It's not Michelle, it's work. And I promise you, this is much more engaging than anything back home. One message, and I'll turn it off."

Abbie giggled. "It's fine. Take your time."

Chris turned away slightly, giving Jake and Abbie a moment of semi-privacy. Jake leaned over Abbie's left side. He put his hands on her shoulders, and gently pulled her toward him so he could speak quietly into her ear.

"You okay?" he asked.

Abbie nodded. She reached her left hand back to touch Jake, not sure what part of him she might come in contact with. As it turned out, she landed on his outer hip, which she held her palm against. She moved her hand a little bit further in order to give his ass a slight squeeze, just enough to elicit a smirk out of Jake.

"How adventurous are you feeling?" he asked her.

Abbie looked up at him and smiled. "What did you have in mind?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"Are you planning to test my boundaries?"

Jake laughed. "Maybe. Would that be okay with you?"

Abbie giggled. "Of course!" She wiggled in her seat, bit her lip, and looked around. "Oh my gosh, I don't even know what to imagine ... I just hope that whatever test you give me, I pass it!" She was clearly excited by the prospect of leaving Jake in charge.

"I trust you to be honest with me. If I step out of line, you'll let me know, okay?"

Abbie nodded. "Yes." She turned slightly to catch a glimpse of Chris, who was still tapping on his phone. She turned back to Jake. "But I don't imagine you'll step out of line."

Jake smiled. "I'm excited to find out."

Abbie squeezed his hip one more time. "Me too."