"Nothing special"

Carrie Just shrugged as she sipped at the wine, enjoying the smoothness of it and how it complemented the trout. "Same old same old; Allan mentioned that you're more then welcome to come by the gym anytime for some personal training."

Keeping secrets was something that Carrie had some practice at, from hiding boys from her parents to fooling teachers to any number of other feats, deception had proven to be such a useful tool for her. She'd done it with you on more then a few occassions, presenting you with a menagerie of "surprises", ranging from the time she'd blown you on a public bus to the time she'd shown you a video of her and an amateur pornstar scissoring in the backseat of your car. For the time being, keeping you blissfully unaware of how things were going was probably in your best interest; There wasn't much to talk about yet (She was baiting him, but it was still possible she hadn't set the hook... yet) and she didn't need you either getting your hopes (or worries) up just yet. Better to wait.

"Yeah, I hope he understands that I have uh... concerns when he says personal" you say with a bit of a chuckle.

"Scared you might enjoy it?" She teases.

Leaning back in your chair you casually respond "Nah, I'm afraid I might ruin him for other men."

You hold Carries gaze in an impromptu staring contest for a half a minute before you both laugh at the absurdity of it; you had zero interest in other and besides that Allan probably had a good 40 pounds on you.

Once she regains a little bit of composure though, the minx slides down out of the chair, under the table and just kneels at your feet, head tilted, a smirk on her face and just one mischievous eye peeking out from under the rim. "Well mister "too much man" I have to ask: after such a lovely dinner what are we going to do for dessert?" she asks as one hand slides up your thigh.