Ben gets a new round

She felt movement on her left as Ben asked her to move so he could get up. Announcing to the table that the next round was his. There was a chorus of cheers. Emma moved off the seat and let him pass before sitting back down.

She did not want to be killing the mood but she would have liked to leave the trap she was in. Tom asked her how she was doing. She put on a fake smile and told him she was having a great night. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her he was enjoyong himself too. Sarah wooped and said its a party tonight.

After a few moments Ben returned with a tray of drinks. He handed them off to everyone. Before asking her to scootch up so he could sit. She did so without thinking, before she knew it she was trapped on the inside of the booth, with Ben sat between her and her boyfriend. His big frame blocking her.

She took a sip from her drink and spoke with Satrah while Ben and Tom chatted about football. She did her best not to react as his now familiar hand began stroking her knee and thigh. He was brazen, doing this at same time as chatting to her boyfriend. She was no better she thought as she spoke with Sarah. It was tense, fearful and... exciting

There was a heat rising in her that had very little to do with the drink she thought. She had gone from keeping quiet to keep the peace, to keeping quiet and enjoying the thrill of not being caught.

Emma adjusted her leg ever so slightly, was she encouraging him? His big hand ran further up her leg, and she tried not to squirm. She glanced at him, he was deep in conversation with oblivious, but she was sure she saw a spark of knowing there.