Abbie reveals her conversation with Chris

"That took a strange turn," said Jake once Michelle and Chris were clearly out of sight.

Abbie laughed. "Yeah, I wasn't expecting that!"

"She definitely wasn't that drunk when they arrived."

Abbie shrugged. "No, but I guess it caught up to her. I hope she'll be okay."

"I'm sure Chris will take care of her." Jake took another bite of his dinner.

Abbie bit her lip and looked down. She kept wiggling her toes against Jake's dick under the table, and something about this combination -- the demure response to talking about Chris and continuing to tease Jake -- gave Jake pause.

"What is it?" Jake looked up, mildly intrigued by Abbie's silence.

Abbie took a breath, but only said, "It's nothing."

Jake put down his fork. "Oh come on, Abbie. What's on your mind?" He looked at her for a minute. "Did Chris say something while I was in the bathroom?"

Abbie looked up at Jake and nodded. "He did."

Jake smiled. "Okay, now we're getting somewhere. What did you guys talk about?"

Abbie blushed, but didn't respond.

"Did he come on to you?"

Abbie giggled. "He did! I honestly couldn't believe it."

Jake laughed. "You couldn't believe it? You're absolutely stunning tonight!"

"Yeah, but ... but we're here together," she said, gesturing between her and Jake. "I guess I was just surprised." She wiggled her foot back and forth against Jake, who was completely hard now.

Jake smirked. "Did you tell him what you were doing to me under the table?" He took a sip of his water.

Abbie bit her lip again. Coyly, she replied, "I didn't ... tell him."

Jake put down his glass. "Wait. What does that mean, you didn't 'tell' him?"

Abbie giggled. "It means what I said! I didn't tell him. I didn't tell him about my foot rubbing you, getting you all hard and hot for me."

Jake chuckled. She was right, he was hard, he was hot for her. He wanted to fuck her right there, right then. "You didn't tell him. But he knew?"

Abbie nodded. "He knew."

Jake tried to remember. "He saw."

Abbie nodded again.

"He dropped his fork, and he looked under the table, and he saw what you were doing. Is that it?"

Abbie smiled. "You're like a detective. Agent Lewis solves the case of the curious dinner guest."

"Something makes me think there was more to it than that," Jake said, eyeing Abbie carefully. "You're adorable when you blush, by the way."

Jake's comment only made Abbie go even hotter in her cheeks. She wasn't trying to hide anything from Jake, and something about the slow reveal of her conversation with Chris was exciting for her.

"Was there more?" Jake pressed.

"Yes."

"Did he invite you up to his room?"

"Yes! Jake, how do you know?"

Jake laughed. "He seems like the type."

Abbie made a face. "Oh, what kind of type is that? It just means that he liked me."

"And wants to fuck you!"

Abbie shrugged. "And wants to fuck me? So what? What would be so bad?" She pressed down onto his dick with her toes. "You want to fuck me, don't you? So it's not like it's a crazy idea."

Jake laughed again, though less secure. "Um ..." He paused, unsure of what actually would be so bad. He wasn't in the practice of judging Abbie's choices -- though he did have an authentic concern for her safety.

Abbie read his mind. "You're worried that I might get hurt. Aren't you?"

Now it was Jake's turn to blush. "I'd hate to see something bad happen to you, that's all."

"That's so sweet!" Abbie focused on her foot and Jake's pants for a bit, then she spoke again. "Watching the way he took care of his wife, he seemed like a decent guy."

Jake nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. But how would it even work? What, you're going to go knock on his door, his wife is drunk and passed out in the bed? Doesn't sound quite like a fantasy come true."

"No, it sure doesn't," Abbie agreed. "Hey, all the better -- more time with you!" She cheerfully raised her glass, drank some wine, and had another bite of her dinner.