Try to calm down

"Fuck, Hayley, what the fuck are you doing here?" Eric looks stressed, sweating and pacing around the hotel room in circles. "What is going on?" He's still wearing his suit, probably from work, though the tie is undone and thrown against the wall of the room. The top button of his shirt is undone too, showing off his thick grayish-black chest hair. Mr. Fowler still has most of his hair, though it's receding now, and it's gone mostly gray.

"It's okay!" you say, a little less composed than you planned on being. "It's okay! I'm not here to-- to bust you or anything! Liz sent me-- er, Mrs. Fowler sent me!" You try to get close to him, to put a hand on his shoulder, but he jumps back as soon as you get within five feet of him. Instead you try to look as meek as possible, standing by the entrance to the room, your bag in your hand.

"What do you mean?" Eric says suspiciously. "Why did my wife send you here?"

You glance around the room, trying not to look him in the eye. You had his wife's tongue on your pussy two days ago, but you can't look him in the eye now. Jesus, this is so fucked up. "I'm the one Liz sent to meet you," you say.

Mr. Fowler stills. You're still trying not to look him in the eyes, but he looks right at you and refuses to break eye contact. "You're the one I'm supposed to meet here tonight," he says. "You. Hayley Beck."

You blush. "Yes," you say. Suddenly you remember how you can prove it to him that you're the one he's here to see. You undo the belt around your waist and let it fall to the floor, then slowly unwrap your dress, dropping it next to the belt. In the end, you're left in the lacy black bodysuit and your heels. "Recognize this?" you say with more confidence than you feel.

"Holy shit," Eric says, staring at your body. Clearly he remembers the photo that his wife sent him when you were at the mall. "And this isn't a trick? Liz isn't trying to trap me or something?"

"No!" you say. "No no, she asked me a few days ago if I could come meet you here, and..." You set your bag down in your pile of clothes and stand up straight, looking your best friend's father in the eye for the first time tonight. "Liz asked me to come here tonight so I could have sex with you."

Eric is shocked. "Fuck," he says.