With her

I smirked at her as I gave her an answer. "Why not with you?" I asked.

She widened her eyes in shock and anger, but quickly adopted a neutral expression. "John, you do realize I'm married."

"Of course, Rebecca," I said, approaching her. "But I don't think I would be too comfortable on the couch and you probably don't want me in the same bed as your mom."

I continued to back her up as I talked to her until her back hit the wall. She glared at me a little bit, but then sighed. "Fine, John, you can sleep with me."

I smiled broadly.

She glared at me more intensely. "I said, SLEEP, not have sex with me," she told me coldly.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Are you sure you don't want to have sex with me?"