She just flirts with him for now.

Tempting as it is to get naughty – Anna decides to be good. For now.

‘So, uh-’

‘Jay.’

‘Anna. So, Jay – would you like to give me your number?’

‘Is that a trick question?’ he grins, taking advantage of a red light to pull his phone out of his pocket. The movement does nothing to diminish the tent in his pants, Anna notices. By the time it’s turned green again she’s added him to her contacts and sent him a picture. Nothing risqué, just the one she took before leaving the hotel.

‘There. Now you can look at me when you aren’t operating a motor vehicle.’

‘Can’t wait. I could drop you a message sometime soon?’

‘Please do. But-’ Anna adopts a mock stern voice, ‘-you’d better not start sending me dick pics!’

‘Of course I wouldn’t-’ He seems very easily flustered about these things! But of course he is technically at work right now.

‘Oh, I’m just messing with you.’ He grins and shakes his head. ‘I actually do want you to send me dick pics.’

There’s a pause. ‘Wait, now are you messing with me?’

‘No, now I’m being serious.’ Anna rolls her eyes in exasperation. ‘I really, truly, genuinely do want you to send me pictures of your hard cock.’ Jay opens his mouth. ‘Unless you’re about to ask if I’m joking again, in which case I’m going to block your number.’

‘Right, OK then. I’ll uh, I’ll do that later then.’

‘Looking forward to it!’