Emma listened intently to what Jason was trying to make out of her vagueness, and he absolutely hit the nail right on the head. She took in a breath when he mentioned the modernized version of cuckolding, and her eyes light up with understanding. She points to the celebrity and nods. “See, that’s what Daniel talks about whenever we play together. Maybe that’s what he’s interested in...” she trails off, thinking to herself before letting Jason continue, her mind running in so many directions before it comes to a stop when Jason suggests that if Emma does go through with this, she’d be able to hide it at first. To let her explore her own sexuality, and if she enjoys it, would then have an easier time combining her kinks with her husband’s.<i> ‘Sleep with someone else without Daniel knowing at all?’ </i>His interpretation/suggestion, whatever you want to call it, echos inside the wife’s head. She knew that they were treading on dangerous grounds, and when Jason confesses that he too likes her, her heart squeezes with a tiny bit of anxiety.<i>‘I consider you a friend,’</i>comes from his mouth, and she sucks in a sharp breath and drinks more of her coffee. She wasn’t going to let that ruin her morning, even though now the atmosphere has changed.<br/><br/>At first it was electrifying. The sexual tension after what they had shared on their video call filled the room and nearly suffocated Emma. But when Jason said that he considered her a friend, the tension was cut in half. Even though, given the young woman’s determination to visit Jason, despite the possible repercussions of getting caught by paparazzi or her husband, she wasn’t going to go home without a little bit of a fight.<br/><br/>“Just a friend?” Emma asks within a chuckle behind the rim of her coffee mug. Her blue eyes sparkling with laughter as she drinks her last bit of coffee since she seemed to be really thirsty at the moment. “I don’t think .. uh.. we’d categorize as friends to be honest,” she confesses with a blush rising to her cheeks. Holding the coffee mug within her hands and resting them on her lap, she looks at Jason without the mug covering her face. “Maybe something with benefits. Maybe,” she suddenly feels embarrassed and lifts a hand to bite at her nails. “I don’t know,” she quickly whispers out before standing from her seat and eyeing the celebrity. Shakily breathing, she steps up to him and pulls her hand away from her mouth. Gazing up into his eyes, remembering how tall and how gorgeous he is so close, Emma feels her breath hitch before slowly walking around him and approaching the large windows. Wondering if he would pursue her or back away. Looking out of the clean glass and admiring the city below her, Emma gives a quiet sigh and smiles.<br/><br/>She smiles because she’s finally beginning to feel comfortable and she’s somewhere that other biggest of fans could only dream of. AND, not that she would ever admit it in words, but she began to feel as if she were trying to court the man silently. She just wonders how he’ll react. What he’ll do.