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short enough to show off her legs to anyone looking—and there were many looking.
    Watching them meet, shy and smiley, Jack thought of his own first date with Sarah. She’d dressed more provocatively then than she did now, but had that same flirty openness. They’d torn each other’s clothes off at the end of the night. That was the Sarah he was seeing now. Not the wife who did the laundry or the mother who taxied their children to and from soccer practice. He saw the woman who had confessed she loved doggy-style after they’d fucked the first time, then had sucked him back to life so he could take her like that.
    The cocktail of emotions were strong enough that he didn’t need a drink, but he ordered one anyway. Anything to calm his frayed nerves. He ordered a 25 year old Scotch without looking at the price tag. This was the culmination of his darkest, craziest fantasy. What better cause to celebrate?
    Sarah felt all the eyes on her. Was the whole restaurant watching her? Judging her? Did they know who she was meeting and what she was thinking? She nearly fled. Instead, she leaned on the nervous energy for strength.
    David looked good. It was always a little strange seeing him when he wasn’t dressed for work—less like a coworker, more like a man. He stood as she approached. They held their hug a beat longer than what was appropriate, neither wanting to let go. Was this the last time they’d see one another? They were convenient acquaintances who enjoyed one another’s company, but not close enough to keep in touch. It happened all the time.
    “You look great,” he said, and when his eyes flickered over her dress, she felt great.
    “Thanks. So do you.” She liked the way his shirt tugged at his shoulders. He’d rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and Sarah found herself wanting to touch the exposed stretch of his forearms. She shook the thought away. “Why don’t we sit?”
    “Right. Of course.”
    Sarah wasn’t used to things being awkward with David. Even when they were flirting, it was never strained and silences didn’t need to be filled with inane chatter. Tonight, Sarah felt the urge to talk about the weather, or ask him things that she already knew about his new job.
    David helped her out. “I’m so glad you texted. I was a little disappointed when you didn’t come out last Friday. We didn’t get a proper goodbye.”
    “A proper one, huh? You sure that’s what you want?” Just like that, the awkwardness was gone. It was always like that with David: so easy to be bad. Like eating candy.
    “Well, now that you mention it, there’s nothing proper about what I had in mind.”
    Sarah raised an eyebrow. He usually wasn’t this forward. She liked it, although she had the feeling that he was teasing.
    “But those plans were for Friday,” he continued, “when I’d finally worked up my nerve. Now, you just get a nice dinner.”
    “So you had to work up your nerve for me?” She knew it was all a joke, but she liked that idea.
    David hesitated. He ran his fingers across the condensation on his glass of water, studying how the droplets pulled free and ran down to the tabletop. “Why did you text me?”
    His eyes swept up to hers after the question left his lips. They softened the bluntness of his words, but she still felt a little battered. I didn’t , she almost said. Was David giving her one last way out? Like every other opportunity, she didn’t take it. “I had a free night?”
    She’d meant to say evening. God, why hadn’t she said evening ?
    “So just because?”
    She considered putting it all out there. Because my husband has this crazy idea. Because I’ve always had this fantasy about you. Because I want to fuck you. Her eyelids fluttered. Her mouth went dry. “Yeah, I guess just because.” Putting it out there wasn’t really her style, but she had to give him something. “I’m going to miss you, David. And what we had.”
    “Me too.”
    She wanted to reach out and touch his