A dinner of garlic butter oysters linguini was served and was incredibly delicious. They finished with a chocolate fondue served with various cakes and fruits for dipping. Throughout the meal, Brooke's foot had been climbing its way up his leg and now was firmly rubbing his crotch. The lack of table cloth had not actually stopped her and occasionally he would notice looks of the passersby in the hallway, but she seemed not to care.
She finished the rest of the fruit with one last bite and stood. "I'm going to the ladies room before we leave. I think that wine went right through me." Her cheeks were a rosy pink, but she walked steadily as she left out the door and down the hall.
Brooke was gone for ten minutes before Tom noticed a message on his cuff from her.
"Man here. Come get me. Going to make a break for it."