I took it slightly further

I grinned inwardly. I had him wrapped around my little finger, and quite frankly I couldn’t resist.

I leaned forward, and whispered, “Shall I show you another position?” I stretched my leg out under the table and toyed with the growing bulge in his pants with my foot.

Freddie groaned and knocked over his Pepsi. “Oh shit,” he muttered, grabbing a napkin and starting to mop up the fizzy liquid.

God, I’m such an idiot. I stopped and helped him, cursing myself and my overactive vagina. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “But I think I’ll pass on the offer, considering you’ve got a boyfriend and all.”

Shit. “Right. Yeah.”

A waiter came over to help with Operation: Fix Emily’s Fuckup, and I left soon after, bidding farewell to Freddie. I really needed to sort myself out.