Over the past few nights, Michael had been on his best behavior, or at least he pretended to be. The most he did was "accidentally" brush against Betty's chest or thigh.
Betty dressed very conservatively, even wearing a bra, leaving Michael with little opportunity for mischief. This kind of teasing through layers was far from satisfying for him, and gradually, it seemed like he was losing interest.
After reviewing the footage from the past five days, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. However, my anxiety spiked again when I watched the video from the fifth night.
That night, after Betty fell asleep, Michael couldn't help but sit up on his knees in bed, facing her direction. These past few nights had been frustrating for him.
Given that my business trip was a rare opportunity for him, and seeing that it was almost over with my return imminent, Michael was getting desperate. After having his way on the first night, he hadn't had much luck since then.