Jake asks for more

Jake had a full head of steam. He was so confused. "So, um, yeah ... something actually is on my mind ..." He struggled to form a coherent sentence. "I was ... Abbie, I --"

"Jake, what's going on. You don't look well," said Abbie.

The thoughts of last night swam through his mind. He had asked. She had agreed. And now she seemed to show no indication of any of it. But then again, she hadn't shown any indication that she'd even be interested in it then, and she did it anyway.

Jake decided to move past last night and start over again. And he was so worked up, he had no sense of easing into a conversation. After everything he'd been through yesterday and the way he thought about it today, he decided that either this was going to go extremely well or extremely poorly, and whatever happened, it happened.

"Abbie," he started. "Abbie, I --" He struggled again. Damn it, he thought. Just fucking speak!

"Yes, Jake?" Abbie asked, innocently.

"Abbie." He swung her office door shut. It landed with a mild slam. "Abbie, I'm going to bend you over your desk and fuck you."

She stared at him. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. He could tell that what he said had not landed well with her. This was definitely not the vibe he expected -- and felt horrible.