By the time I was through, I deleted all proof that I'd touched or searched her phone and kept it back in place.

A few seconds later, she was out of the toilet. That was a close one.

She didn't join me on the table but sashayed her way to the couch where she sat down and crossed her legs,  giving me a flirty stare. She then tapped the couch, motioning me to come sit by her.

"Cmon. We're done with the dinner right?"

I managed a smile.

"Yeah." I got up and went ...