She leaves the decision for another

Emily still couldn’t make up her mind on whether to ask Tom about Bill’s offer by the time she got home. As they sat eating dinner, Tom noticed her distracted state, his brow crinkling in worry as he watched her staring off into the distance. ”You alright sweety?” he asked.

Emily startled slightly, blushing slightly. “Oh umm yeah, just thinking about something my lecturer said.” She quickly shovelled another mouthful of food into her mouth. She was annoyed at herself for getting so worked up over Bill and his stupid request! She really should just stick with her original resolution and keep ignoring him. But Tom would get such a kick out of watching her parade her body in front of multiple old men for an entire night. Suddenly Emily had an idea. If it was Tom she was thinking about doing this for, then she’d leave it fully in his hands, without having to break her promise of ignoring Bill.

Before getting in the shower after dinner, she first adjusted the settings on her phone so the screen wouldn’t timeout and lock the phone, and then left it turned on on the table. She then had a nice long shower. She eventually got out half an hour later, took plenty of time drying herself, before finally getting dressed and going to check on her phone.

She found it switched off where she’d left it. It wouldn’t have turned itself off, so that meant that Tom must have at least touched it. She picked it up and wandered over to join Tom on the couch where he was watching a nature documentary. “Hey babe, what are you watching?” she asked casually.

“Oh, just a new one about rainforests,” he answered, glancing over at her briefly. Emily waited for him to bring up the text from Bill, but he didn't say anything further. Damn, maybe he hadn’t looked, she thought to herself. Whatever, she shouldn’t even be upset, at least now she could stick to her decision.

A little dismayed, and a little annoyed at herself for being dismayed, she plonked herself onto the other side of the couch and put her feet in Tom’s lap. “Massage please!” she said in a pretend petulant voice.

Tom rolled his eyes and grumbled a token protest, but still got to work massaging her feet, a slight smile on his face. Emily gave him a big grin in return, and they both laughed. Emily turned her attention to the doco, letting out an occasional appreciative moan at Tom’s handiwork.