Panic

As exciting as yesterday had been, Emma was suddenly nervous and having second thoughts about seeing Mike again. Luckily he had given her an out.

"No, that's OK. I don't want to mess with your workday," Emma stumbled through her excuse, "Maybe another day, or some evening?"

"That might be possible, but I'd have to set something up in advance for an evening date. I can't just tell the wife I'm going out, I'll need to make up some work excuse." Mike said.

Emma felt a twinge of guilt, at the word wife, but there was something else, too. "Sure, Mike. I'll call you later or something."

Before she got off the phone she gave Mike her number. She wasn't sure why. Emma was confused and didn't know what she was doing. She felt pulled in two directions, wanting to be a decent person, but also turned on by the thought of misbehaving.

Now off the phone, Emma tossed it back in her purse and shook her conflicting thoughts away. Without plans with Michael, she now had to find another way to kill some time.