The question slips out of her mouth, urgent.

I lose my words with her foot stroking up the inside of my thigh.

I nod numbly, "Yeah."

Izzy leans back into her seat and I feel her stockinged limb circling my clit. I gasp and feel my eyes fly open, and the pressure suddenly disappears.

"A little cooler than that," her giggles turning into a whisper, "You look like someone getting a foot-job under the table."

I collect my thoughts and glare at her, "That's because I am getting a foot-job under the table."

She smiles at me and the pressure returns. I plaster on a friendly face and say hi to the waiter walking past the table as she starts rubbing harder.

"Am I doing this right?" she asks, looking nervous, "Do you want me to stop? Shit am I freaking you out?" she continues on about wanting to do something surprising.

I open my eyes and grab her foot under the table, "Okay I'm gonna need you to stop bothering and look me in the eye," I order, releasing her foot.

Her initial expression is playful, amused even with one eyebrow quirked. Soon she can see it on my face and her look goes from teasing to hungry. I can feel her smiling at me as a writhe, pushing back against her harder and faster.

My fingers close around the pole beside my head I didn't even know I was grasping. Her hand grips onto the tablecloth and I lose it that much more. I've never wanted anyone this much, not even my husband. Oh god- my husband. Tears begin to well in my eyes at the thought of him. Even through the feeling of betrayal I am reluctant as I remove her foot from my pulsing centre.

"Okay," I stutter, not believing what I had allowed to happen.

She leans over in a frustratingly concerned way, "Are you okay?"

I shake my head quickly clutching at my purse, "I don't think so," I mutter before heading to the bathroom.

I am wiping away the dark streaks that run down my cheeks when she walks in and my heart jumps.

"I just wanna make sure..." Izzy begins.

"Make sure you got paid?" I mumble, reaching for my purse, feeling hurt.

She shakes her head and steps in closer, "No, uh I was actually worried about you."

"Oh, a vulnerable hooker with a heart of gold," I mutter cynically, holding out a wad of cash, "Lucky me."

She gingerly takes the money, "a) I'm not a hooker and b) you called me, so," she says, making a point I can't refuse.

I think about Jack and am suddenly angry again.

"My name's Emma, I'm Jack's wife," I admit tentatively, which is met by a look of confusion, "Mini-bar-makeout-guy from last night?"

Izzy looks startled, "What?" she demands, "Why would you do this?"

"He liked you, I wanted to find out why," I state simply, staring at the ground.

Letting her guard down a little, she asks, "Well did you? I mean, find out why he liked me?"

"Yeah," I reply, "Unfortunately, I did."

We stand facing each other, she takes a breath, "Well, I like you right back, Emma."

She exhales, "Well I'm gonna..." she sighs, turning to leave.

I panic, not wanting her to go.

"Izzy," I call and grab onto her shoulder, swinging her back and then pushing her against the wall, colliding my lips into hers.

Izzy's hands are immediately tangled in my hair and I feel her groan as I push my tongue into her mouth, tasting the whisky on her breath. I move my arms to rest either side of her face, pinning her harder to the wall with my body, feeling her heartbeat mingling with mine.

Her delicate fingers are on the back of my head pushing me closer to her, exploring my mouth further and further. My knees are going weak as I slide my arms back down to cup her soft features. Her lips are plump and perfect, filling me with something I had never felt before.

Opening my eyes I suck gently on her lower lip and feel her follow me as I retract myself from her, only gently touching our noses to murmur, "Surprise."