She does. And then she goes home with you.

"I had a nice time tonight John," Shawn tells you as she walks out of the restaurant with you, giving you no indication she wanted the night to be over, which convinces you that she might be willing to go home with you.

"How would you like to go back to my place with me and officially sign that contract I showed you?" you ask her, obviously having ulterior motives, namely seeing if you get her in bed with you and pop her cherry, but not playing that hand yet.

"I don't see what harm could come from that," she whispers, a little tipsy from the wine she has been downing all night, which clearly seems to be clouding her judgement at least a little.

""Here you go, I'm yours now," Shawn says as she signs the contract, giggling as she says it, which allows you to make a move on her again.

"MMM...more..." she moans softly as you pin her against your front door and kiss her, her hands going to the back of your head again as she returns it and allows you to carry her over to your couch.

"I'd really love to fuck you tonight Shawn," you whisper to her as you start to tug at her the bright blue shirt and blue jeans she wore to dinner, straddling her as you feel her reaching for your dick, "but if you're not ready, why don't you suck it for me instead, baby?"