Abbie's reaction

Jake was mortified. Last night, she had been so instantly agreeable. And now -- well, he had clearly found her boundaries. Apparently this was too much.

"Oh fuck, Abbie," he said sheepishly, backing away from her. "I am sorry, I am so so sorry. I don't know what I -- I am just --"

"Jake," she finally said. "That wasn't very polite."

"I know, I know. I am clearly a horrible human being. I'll go now. I'm actually going to go quit and go home and maybe move to Africa or something, and --"

"Jake," she said again. She swallowed. "I'm saying that you weren't very polite. When you want something from another person, you should ask."

He froze. He turned his head to her slowly. "Ask?"

"You just told me you were going to -- to fuck me." She was breathing heavily, but smiled. "Except you didn't ask."

It was almost as if Abbie wasn't entirely sure why there needed to be a difference between an order and a question, but her case was legitimate. He hadn't asked.

"Like I told you last night -- all you have to do," she spoke slowly and carefully, "is ask."

Jake stared at her. Was this an invitation? Or was she going to own this moment of superiority over him?

"Ask. Okay." He looked at her. "Abbie," he started. "Could I please bend you over your desk and fuck you?"

Abbie smiled at him. Her posture relaxed, and her breath returned to normal. "Absolutely."