She doesn't answer yet

He holds her hand as she slides back into the passenger seat. As the cold leather makes contact with her bare legs, she feels the goosebumps rise on her skin. She smooths down her dress whilst she waits for him to join her in the car, acutely aware that she still has nothing on under the dress, her thong still in his possession.

“So, anything you’d like to do for the rest of the afternoon?” he enquires as he starts the engine. He makes it sound so normal, no more unusual a request than she’d hear from her parents, but she can’t ever recall a lunch with her parents that ended in the way it did today with him.

She really wants to say yes, please take me right here, right now, and she wonders if she did say that if he would do it, maybe over the bonnet of his car, but even after everything that has happened, she finds herself too shy to ask outright. So instead she simply replies “anything really, I don’t mind”. She knows is a total cop-out to be so vague, but she can’t bring herself to say anything more, even with what has happened already.

She can see his smile as he begins to pull the car out of the carpark, a smile that seems to suggest he has thought of something. And even without knowing what that might be, Felicity feels a tingle between her thighs, as if even that smile was the most suggestive thing possible.

“How about…” he begins, then pauses, as if considering all the options available.