Tiffany invites her for drinks

Just when I thought my humiliation couldn't get any worse, Tiffany bounced up to my desk, eyes shining with excitement. "Hey Lis, a bunch of us are going out for drinks tonight - you in?"

Drinking with my new coworkers (slash porn stars) sounded like a recipe for disaster given how hot and bothered they already made me feel. But turning down the invitation would be rude, right? Plus it might give me a chance to redeem myself in front of Jake.

"Um, sure," I heard myself saying before my brain could catch up. "That sounds fun."

"Awesome! We'll swing by your room around 8 to pick you up." She skipped off, leaving me staring blankly at her retreating back. What had I just agreed to?

The rest of the workday passed in a blur as I agonized over what to wear that evening. Something cute but not too slutty? Sexy without being trashy? In the end, I settled on a short black dress with spaghetti straps that hugged my curves in all the right places. Teetering slightly on heels higher than I was used to, I met Tiffany and the guys downstairs at the designated time.

Jake's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me. He wolf-whistled appreciatively, making heat flood my cheeks once more. "Damn girl, you clean up nice!"

"Alright alright, enough ogling," Tiffany giggled, playfully swatting his arm. "Let's hit the road, boys. Ladies first!" She climbed into the passenger seat of Dick's sleek sports car while Jake held the back door open for me with exaggerated gallantry.

As we peeled out of the studio parking lot, Jake scooted closer until our thighs were touching. The warmth of his skin through my thin dress made goosebumps prickle across my flesh. He leaned in, breath tickling my ear as he murmured softly, "You know, if you ever need someone to practice your flirting on, I volunteer as tribute..."

My pulse jumped at the suggestive timbre of his voice but I tried to keep my tone light and teasing. "Oh really? And here I thought maybe you just wanted an excuse to get your hands on my 'cute little package.'"

He chuckled, the rumble vibrating straight through me. "Can you blame me? A sweet thing like you, all dressed up and smelling so good..." His fingers brushed casually against my knee before retreating again. It was barely anything yet somehow felt incredibly intimate in the close confines of the backseat.

I bit my lip, heart pounding furiously now. This was dangerous territory - Jake clearly knew how to push my buttons, and lord knows I was tempted to let him. But getting involved with a coworker (a porn star no less) would only complicate things further...wouldn't it?