Sure, but lets stay at the bar.

You glance towards the booths. As secluded and dimly lit as they are, it would be easy to remain hidden there. You glance back at Akida, standing there radiating confidence and power. You can't deny that you're drawn to him and can tell that he would be a wonderfully attentive host.

{if Black > 30}{if Loyalty < 40} You can't deny that the thought of spending that much time with the man, hidden away from the eyes of everyone doesn't appeal to you. Of course you want to! You would love to spend the night close to him, brushing your smooth skin innocently against his. {if Morality < 41}{if Arousal > 50} And you know that as secluded as it is, you could easily do more than brush against him. No one would notice if you slid your hand onto his crotch. No one would notice if his own hand squeezed at your breasts. Hell, you don't think anyone would notice if you slid down, on the bench and took him into your mouth. {endif}{endif} You can feel your inner walls quiver at the thought. {endif}{endif}

But you also know what people would say if they saw you and the owner of the company together in a secluded place. The whispers and gossip. The scandalous glances. You bite your lip and shake your head, as much to yourself as to Akida. You couldn't do that to Troy or to his boss. "Why don't we stay here at the bar? That way we don't have to go looking for drinks when I need a top up." Akida smiles and nods, immediately understanding. "Speaking of drinks Mr Longstreet, you owe me one!" You give him a wink and turn to Troy. "You go take care of business. I'll be fine with your boss" You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before he makes his apologies and heads off into the crowd.

You spend the next few hours in the company of Mr Longstreet. You get to know each other quite well, chuckling and exchanging stories. He is a charming, thoughtful host as you suspected he would be. You can tell he is interested in you more than he should be, but the two of you are very careful to ensure that your conversation never strays from being anything more than playful. Eventually your husband returns and you can see the mental drain in his eyes. The two of you make your goodbyes to Mr Longstreet, thanking him for such a wonderful night. You think nothing of exchanging social media contact details with him before you go, happy to have made friends with your husband's boss.

Arm entwined around Troy's, the two of you leave the party and hail a cab to go home.