Ask her for clarification

Claire stands next to her wheeled luggage, her fingers tightly gripping the handle, looking incredibly small and deeply flushed beneath the warm hallway lights that bleed into the entryway. The sheer audacity of what Tom just pulled hangs thickly between you. You run a hand through your hair, letting out a sharp breath as you look at her. "Okay. Walk me through this. What exactly happened after you went back to your room last night?"

Claire lets out a nervous, breathless laugh, finally letting go of her suitcase. She steps further into the room, kicking off her flats. "Oh god. Tom was waiting up for me, just like I said. He was practically vibrating the moment I walked through the door. He wanted every single detail, so as we made love, I told him everything. Everything we did, everything you said. With some embellishment."

She walks over to the edge of the bed, smoothing her skirt as she sits down, her dark eyes looking up at you with a mix of sheepishness and lingering heat. "To heighten the enjoyment, to really get him over the edge, I told him it was a good thing I was wearing my diaphragm when I was with you. I told him, 'Otherwise, with the amount he delivered into me, I'd probably end up in the delivery room in nine months.'"

You chuckle, leaning against the desk, crossing your arms. "You used my line on him?"

"I did," she confesses, a wicked little smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "And then I teased him. I said it would be a bit problematic if the child came out resembling you. I looked him dead in the eye and told him I didn't really mind the idea, though, because you're handsome and intelligent."

"Oof," you say, raising an eyebrow. "That must have driven him crazy."

"It got him going like I've never seen before," Claire says, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "He got so intense. He demanded to know, 'Is he better than me? Is he?' And because I wanted to push him over the cliff, I told him, 'The best.'"

She pauses, quickly holding up her hands as she sees your expression. "Look, I need to clarify something. I only said that just to get him going. The truth is, it’s just completely different. Tom is pure intensity, but you... you build up the tempo... he hit like a sports car, all full throttle and exhilaration, while you're, like being slowly crushed by steamroller of passion."

"Okay... not the most beautiful description but it gets the message across..."

"Anyway, that fake confession got us both the biggest, most explosive orgasms we’ve had in years. Afterward, when we were catching our breath, I laughed and told him it was actually your joke from earlier."

"And him having to travel for work?"

"Totally legit, though I thought that we're going to say good bye to you and return home, until he pulled the whole 'leaving me with you' thing. "

"Wow."

"Indeed, wow." She shifts on the bed, her posture softening as she looks up at you coquettishly, tilting her head. "So... what do you think?"

Before you can answer, Claire's expression turns slightly serious, a trace of genuine vulnerability showing through her playful exterior. "Look, if you're uncomfortable with this situation, it’s totally fine. I can certainly just catch a flight back home to Chicago and come up with some excuse to tell him. I don't want to **** myself on you."

Depending your answer, your life may change, either for better or for worse. So, how will you answer the question?