Abort

You pull your hands away from Cherie with a sudden, sharp finality. The loss of the heat is like a physical blow; she gasps, her spine slumping as she stares at her plate, her body vibrating with a ****, unfulfilled hum.

Alexis catches the shift instantly. She leans in, her eyes gleaming as she intercepts Chad’s mounting suspicion. "Oh, stop being such a drill sergeant, Chad," she drawls, waving a hand dismissively. "She’s fine. She’s probably just thinking about how quiet the house is going to be tomorrow morning while you’re out on the links with Mike. You are still going, right? He said he was gonna practice his drive just to humiliate you."

Chad’s ego flares, the Blindfold protocol redirecting his focus to the challenge. "Practicing, is he? I'm sure he’s all muscle and no technique. I'll be ready." He turns his attention back to his steak, his suspicion receding like a low tide as he begins to mentally calculate his handicap.

You make mental note that Alexis is due for another reward. But in the meantime...