So it feels like my authors notes are apologies latley but i have to say sorry i again...because somehow i forgot i was writing this lol. But here it is a long over due chapter 4 :) read and review please...

Chapter 4, "She wished they were unsexy thoughts."

"Baby you feeling alright?"

Torrie jumped when he spoke to her, she was so deep in thought when his voice interrupted. She couldn't help but look back down at her plate as she pushed the fork around it, she didn't want to look into those gorgeous eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine."

His hand reached across the table to rest on top of hers, "You sure, I mean you've barley touched your food?"

"I'm fine Johnny, really." She responded. Torrie just didn't feel like eating, while she may have worked up quiet the appetite last night it was for Trish not food and the thought of the whole ordeal turned her stomach leaving her far from hungry.

It was just so fucked up, all she wanted to do was forget it ever happened but she couldn't seem to stop thinking about it for a second. All she had to do was close her eyes and visions of Trish licking her lips and running a smooth hand up her thigh clouded her thoughts.

Yet she was resilient, Torrie was sure that staying away from the Canadian would be enough to erase the memories. But that was easier said then done as she watched Trish saunter across the room and take a seat across from her next to John.

"Hey guys, what's up?" She said cheerily, picking the crust from Torrie's toast off of her plate and popping it in her mouth.

John smiled at the woman beside him, "Well good morning Patricia, you look to be in rather good spirits today."

She smiled back with her full mouth closed, and chewed the bread before she responded, "You could say that." Without hesitation she looked across the booth to wink at a mortified Torrie Wilson.

The west Newberry native continued to pick at the hash browns on his plate, "Torrie says you girls had fun last night."

"Does she now?" Trish said, arching her brow at the other woman, who proceeded to kick her under the table. "We had lots of fun."

If Torrie was going to utilise the covering of the table for games then Trish decided she would also take advantage of the situation. Kicking off her flip-flop and pushing her foot between the blonde's legs under the table she began manoeuvring her foot around to tease Torrie. "So much fun…" Trish continued, trying her hardest to pleasure the Boise native with her boyfriend right there.

Torrie squirmed around trying to get Trish to stop what she was doing. Just because she didn't want it didn't stop it from feeling good. As much as she hated to admit it to herself the danger of it all was turning her on, and the circular motion was driving her crazy. Gluing her eyes shut she tried to remind herself that she hated Trish and she loved John, "Trish can I talk to you for a second?" She asked, gritting her teeth as she tried not to whimper.

"Of course," The Canadian replied, a devilish grin appearing on her face as she got up from the table to follow Torrie to the corner of the restaurant.

Grabbing the woman's arm Torrie tried her hardest not to yell, "What do you think your doing starting a game of footsie under the table?" Trish opened her mouth to answer but was cut off, "Better yet what did you even come over to the table for? To torcher me in front of my boyfriend?"

Trying not to look too suspicious Trish leaned closer to Torrie to whisper in her ear, "Actually I came over to tell you how sexy your ass looks in those pants…"

She jerked away from her, "Stop your messed up games Trish you're not getting to me. I was sitting down at the table, you couldn't even see my butt."

Wetting her lips she spoke, "But all I have to do is close my eyes and I remember how fucking hot you looked wearing no pants at all…" Trish said, her voice almost a moan. Then satisfied that she had indeed gotten to her she walked off, leaving Torrie Wilson speechless.