When Jason brought up talking about what happened between the two of them that day, Emma looks up from her phone and shudders out a slightly nervous breath and nods. She knew they needed to talk about it, I guess she just assumed it would have been a bit later than this. But it was okay, and as she typed out her response to Daniel.<br/><br/><i>"I can't wait as well. I'll see you at home, and we can discuss the business trip and anything else that may come up. ;)"</i><br/><br/>Pressing send and setting her phone down, Emma deeply breathes in and finishes her sandwich in a couple of bites.<br/><br/>"Jason, whatever possessed me, what happened, I don't think I regret it," she confesses with a brief smile on her lips. "We did some things that I had never done before, and yet it felt like I was experienced. At least that's how I...mentally went about it. It became like a second nature to me. I don't know how else to describe it," she explains and her fingers clasp together as she thinks more about it. "Regardless," she claps quietly and chews at the inside of her bottom lip. "I think we should wait a bit before meeting again," she says as she steadies her thoughts by displaying her hands before her. "Daniel needs to not be suspicious of my intentions. Even though I feel as though my intentions aren't cruel...at least that's what I'm telling myself," she explains before picking up her phone and checking the time. Another reason was that she needed to make sure that she wasn't going to get pregnant with Jason's baby after the risk the both of them took.<br/><br/>Her blue eyes notice the time, and she looks up from her phone to meet gazes with the celebrity sitting across from her on his hotel suite bed. "Promise me you won't expose me until I know for absolute certain that Daniel would ever, under any circumstance, be okay with us," she begs, her eyes wide and searching his for his answer. "I can't have him finding out about us through any means but myself," she explains, her voice shaking just a little bit.<br/><br/>~*~<br/><br/>Hours passed, and Emma eventually did go home after taking the sweetest of naps with Jason. Stepping out of the incognito taxi and walking back up towards the entrance of her house. Her legs wobbled a little bit, and she could still feel a bit sore from resting on them for so long during the shower with Jason, but she pushes the inconvenience of it all aside and forces herself to return to her reality. Jason, the hotel, the wonderful lunch, it all had to be slid towards the backburner. Emma was home again, and she had a sexually frustrated husband coming home to her within a couple short hours. She had to prepare herself for it. She had to get excited for it, even though her body was completely content with the pleasure it had received earlier that day.<br/><br/>Once Emma came inside, greeted the dog, swept and mopped the floors, washed a few dishes, and then started making dinner, the events of that morning started to feel more like a daydream. But then she'd think about it. The way she stretched around Jason's length and girth and had two of her three holes claimed by him, and the jitters came rushing back as well as the reminder of her ignored never-to-happen orgasm. Jason was a real man that she did have sex with, and it only made her blush as she stirred the browning meat sizzling in her skillet.<br/><br/>While waiting for the meat to fully cook through, Emma checks her phone, wondering if she had missed another text message from her husband. She reminded herself that she was going to have to be on her a-game about replying almost immediately after being messaged. The fact that she unintentionally missed a couple of texts from him was very worrying, and it would not help her in the slightest about keeping her visit to Jason 100% secretive. Draining the grease from the meat and incorporating it into the next step of her dinner dish, she has her phone in one hand and the other gently shaking the pan over the colander, scrolling through her apps and tapping her thumb on her text message shortcut.<br/><br/>Thankfully, there was no text she missed, and moments later she heard the gravel of the front driveway crush underneath tires. Immediately, the excited clicks of nails scramble around the clean floors, and hushed, happy 'woof's come from their dog who began pacing in front of the door. The front door opens after she hears the car's driver door close, and Emma looks back over her shoulder and smiles her biggest grin when Daniel comes inside to a welcoming smell and two happy girls.