A/N: Just a quick two-shot to release some stress. February is a horrible month. Hope you enjoy! Don't forget to leave a review if you like it!


Andy was tipsy. Not drunk. But definitely tipsy. The girls had been adamant all week that they should go out drinking on Friday night, and eventually she'd agreed to go. But she'd had it put on record that she was very very reluctant to join them.

Traci had been the hardest one to argue one. As Andy's best friend she saw it as her duty and responsibility to make sure her dry-spells didn't last too long, and according to Traci, too long had arrived.

"Trace, seriously….I don't need you help," Andy whined.

"I'm not saying you need help, I'm saying you need some action. You're as dry as a desert down there. You need someone to push a few buttons and bring you back to life a bit. I refuse to have a boring best friend."

"Traci!" Andy gasped, grabbing the girl's arm and dragging her further into the depths of the locker room so no one could overhear their conversation.

They were at the gym. Another of Traci's fantastic ideas, except this one Andy didn't hate quite so much.

"I don't understand you Andy. It's like you don't want to get off with anyone, and I'm not calling you a slut or anything, but that really isn't like you. Do you have some secret lover you've not told me about or something?" Traci asked with a giggle, not believing for a second that Andy was seeing someone.

"No, nothing like that. I just really don't fancy going out okay?" Andy moaned.

"Well suck it up. We don't go out very often, and you already promised Gail, so there's no way you're getting out of it now!" Traci smirked at her.

"Fine. But no matchmaking me with random sweaty strangers in the club. Promise me?"

Traci sighed. "You're hopeless."

"I'm not hopeless. I could have any guy I want and you know it. I just don't want any guy right now." Andy protested.

Traci quirked an eyebrow at her. "Interesting choice of words there babe," she jibed at Andy.

"What?"

"You said you don't want any guy, which means you have your eye on someone."

Andy blushed and shook her head furiously. "Absolutely not. You're reading too much into it. I don't like anyone at the moment, I'm just happy being single."

"Well I call bullshit, and so will Gail when I tell her."

"Tell whoever you want, I'm not lying to you," Andy defended.

Traci snorted and chuckled. "Yeah, right. And I'm a pirate with two noses! You can't lie to me Andy, I know you too well. So mark my words, I will find out who you're after. It's probably a better idea for you to just tell me and put us both out of our misery right now."

"No." Andy replied. "There's nothing to tell."

"Alright, play it your way. But come Friday night I plan to know exactly who has caught your attention. Either that, or I'll make damn sure someone else has by the end of the night."

"Traci please…" Andy groaned in response. Traci raised her hands in defence.

"I'm sorry. But it's my job as your best friend."

"well take a week off then" Andy grumbled, collecting her stuff from the locker she'd stored her normal clothes in. She changed quickly, her back to Traci the entire time. Neither said a word to the other until they were walking out of the gym and parting ways.


"My car's this way" Traci said, hooking a thumb over her shoulder and shooting a glance across the parking lot.

"Okay, well I'm that way" Andy replied pointing in the other direction. "I'll see you at work tomorrow." Traci smiled and said goodbye heading off towards her car. Andy was left with nothing but the wind and her thoughts. She wished more than anything that the breeze could blow away the images in her head. Traci wasn't too far off the mark, although Andy would never admit it.

There was definitely someone occupying her thoughts. And he was hot. And pretty perfect. And completely unavailable. Hence the denial that he even existed. She's discovered it was easier to deny the whole thing that pine after someone she couldn't and shouldn't have.


Pulling herself out of bed for work the next morning was one of the hardest things Andy had done in a long time. She ached. It had been a while since she'd last hit the gym. Not that she was fat or anything, she still had amazing figure even by her own reckoning, but after one comment too many from her Dad that she should watch what she was eating, she decided to get back into running.

Dragging Traci with her had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now Andy was certain it had only raised some already peaked suspicions that her love life was more complicated than any of her friends had previously thought. The trouble was, she just wasn't ready to talk to any of them about it because she knew it would only get her grief, and she could really do without that.

Still, she put on a brave face and pretended that there was absolutely nothing wrong, and no tension whatsoever between her and the boss' ex.

Yep.

Nice one Andy. You couldn't just fall for anyone. It had to be the one person who could effectively put an end to her entire career hopes and future job prospects.

It'd taken a lot of persuading on her father's part to convince Andy that she was good enough to apply for her job. Straight out of school she had realised she wanted to work with words. She was good with words – writing them at least, saying them in coherent sentences was a different story. But in the end, Andy had applied for one of the most competitive internships in the city, working for a big publishing company in the editing department as a junior assistant. It didn't seem much in the grand scheme of things. Not being able to write her own material was disappointing, but she recognised that this job would open so many opportunities up for her, that she really couldn't say no when they offered her the job a month after receiving her application.

Over all, she'd made some of the best friends she could have hoped for a the company. Traci had been that one girl who was so put together and composed on their first day. Dressed in the most impeccable skirt and jacket combo, and confident as hell. She looked good, she talked the talk, and she completely outshined Andy from the second they walked through the doors. Andy was that one girl who woke up late, put her makeup on in the taxi, and spilt coffee down her shirt within the first five minutes. So not the best start.

But luckily, despite first appearances, Traci was not a bitch. They'd become fast friends. Gail was a different story. She dressed like Traci, but was nothing like her in personality. They three has fallen into a loose friendship because of their joint internship, and after a few months Traci and Andy has chipped away at the hard exterior on Gail to find a perfectly pleasant and extremely loyal friend underneath. The rest was history.


Today, Andy could almost pass as the same calibre of fashionista as her two friends and co-workers. She wore a classy black two-piece suit. Fitted jacket on top with a teal silk blouse beneath. A pencil skirt that hugged her legs to perfection and finished just above the knee, and some of those stockings with the black line up the back that has always made her feel sexy. She finished her look with a pair of killer heels that would kill her feet but add so much to the effect, and Andy had a sneaky feeling she was going to want to look her best today.


Today was Wednesday, and that meant it was a good day. Despite the early start and achey muscles from the gym, Andy knew that come 11am her day would be 100x brighter than it was looking in that instant. Wednesdays were good because he visited the office. Every Wednesday like clockwork. He'd broken up with Andy's boss nearly nine months ago, but he still held a controlling stake in the business. He left the everyday running of the company to his perfectly capable wife – soon to be ex-wife if the rumours were true – but still came by every Wednesday to check that things were running smoothly. And when he came in he walked passed Andy's desk and winked at her, every week. Without fail. And damn did she melt when he winked at her.

Today would be no different, or so she hoped. Although there was always the chance that he might want to talk about what happened the week before. A small chance, but a chance nonetheless. And that was why she was wearing her sexy stockings and killer heels. If he was allowed to tempt her all the time then hell, she was gonna tempt him back.


The coffee on Andy's desk had gone cold. She'd poured it at 10:55 and hadn't touched a drop since. Her eyes were glued to the note in front of her. Like clockwork, the boss' husband had strolled in only moments after she'd returned to her desk from the kitchen, and everything as perfectly normal until he'd dropped the note into her 'IN' tray as he walked past.

Not according to Andy's plan.

He was supposed to ignore her.

The note was simple. It said "Go to the photocopier at 11:15. Don't be late." And here she was, cold coffee in hand, frozen in the same position she'd been in since the moment she's read the message. Half scared and half excited. One the one hand he wanted to talk to her and that would be nothing but awkward, but on the other it would mean she got to spend a precious few minutes with him, and at this rate was wasn't willing to give that up.

So she was watching the clock. The hands were ticking by achingly slowly. But finally, at 11:14, she stood from her desk and glanced behind her to Traci and Gail who seemed absorbed in their work. They were too preoccupied to question where she was going, and therefore too busy to follow her too.


The photocopier was in a tiny room barely wide enough to house the beast of a machine and a few filing cabinets. And sure enough, waiting inside for her was the boss' ex, smouldering as usual as he leant against a cabinet waiting for her. She paused in the doorway, leaning against it slightly. She put a hand on her hip and quirked an eyebrow at him. "You summoned me?" She spoke quietly.

He looked up from his feet and grinned when he spotted her. Before she knew it he had crossed the tiny room and was dragging her closer to him, one arm securely around her waist, and the other delving deep into the curls and the bask of her neck.

"God you smell so good" he moaned once they were both well within the room. He dropped his hand from her waist momentarily and leant into her to reach the door behind her back. He swung it closed and flicked the curiously placed lock shut. Andy had always wondered why a company like this would put a lock on the photocopier door, surely they would anticipate rendezvous' like this one?

As he leant in he'd pressed the length of his body against her and Andy soon lost all trail of thought, releasing a little gasp at the feel of his body heat colliding with hers.

"I shouldn't have come" she groaned. "We can't do this."

"Can't or shouldn't?" he mumbled while placing delicate kisses to the skin beneath her ear.

"Don't you think we should talk about this…..whatever this is!" Andy flapped breathlessly.

"I don't want to talk to you Andy" he moaned.

"Charming!" she huffed pushing him away.

"I didn't mean it like that, and you know it," he growled. "I don't want to talk, I just need you."

"Not here," Andy said firmly pushing on his chest again.

"Well then you shouldn't have tempted me with these damn stockings" he groaned, running his hands across her ass and down the top of her thighs gently. Andy couldn't hide her smirk at that.

"So I'm not allowed to tempt you, but you get to walk through here in that jacket every week and I'm not allowed to complain?"

"You like this?" he chuckled quietly.

"You look so goddamn hot in leather. I'm only human," Andy retorted.

"I'll make you a deal," he mumbled, his lips mere centimetres from hers. "I'll stop wearing the jacket if you stop wearing that skirt. Starting now."

Andy took a deep breath and closed her eyes at the suggestion. He leaned in and nibbled at her bottom lip while she thought about it. He moved his lips to her jaw and kissed gently all the way down to her collar bone.

"Just this once," she sighed, "but this is never happening in the office again. You're gonna have to keep it in your pants!"

"Deal" he mumbled running his hands behind her to the skirt's zipper. Andy pushed his jacket down his arms at the same time. Within seconds she was left standing in her stockings and heels, her black lace thong on show to the world. She thanked god for the lock on the door in that moment.

"Jesus Christ you're trying to kill me Andy" he groaned loudly and rand his hand from the crease of her knee up to her butt. "I want you so bad."

"I want you too" Andy panted, her breath ragged from the feel of his hands on her skin. She pulled him into a searing kiss, running the tip of her tongue against the roof of his mouth and feeling him shiver in response. He pressed her back against the door and hooked her leg around his waist.

Andy felt how hard he was as he rocked his hips into her core.

"God how do you do that!?" she moaned.

"Do what?" he breathed.

"Make me so fucking wet when you've barely touched me."

He chuckled and kissed her deeply. "It's a talent."

"Well feel free to use it whenever you like" she breathed back.

He rocked into her again, harder, making her hips knock against the door.

He ran a hand down her side and into the material of her thong, pushing it down her legs quickly. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard you won't be able to think straight until next Wednesday" he growled into her ear before sucking on her earlobe.

"Please" she whimpered.

He dipped his finger between her folds and felt just how wet she really was. "So fucking pretty" he whispered, picking up a steady rhythm with his fingers, rubbing over her clit firmly.

"My god, don't stop" Andy groaned, thankful that he had one of her legs raised round his waist, her knees were going weak and she knew she'd need him to hold her up through this.

He continued his stroking of her while she buried her face in his neck, breathing him in and sucking on his skin to keep from calling out. He dipped his fingers into her and felt her walls squeeze him instantly. "Are you gonna squeeze me like that when I'm inside you?" he taunted.

"Yes" she panted "I'll…do anything….whatever you want….anything. Just….don't stop," he words were breathy and disjointed.

He smirked at her and continued to pump his hand into her, using his thumb to rub small circles across her clit. He felt her flutter as she got closer, but it was the sharp breath she took and held that told him she was about to cum.

When he heard that he pulled his fingers from her abruptly and smiled at the loud whimper she released, clawing at his back.

"Do you want to cum?" he probed.

"Yes" she whispered. "So badly."

"Then say my name."

She was quiet.

He moved his fingers back up to her drenched sex and rubbed a lazy stroke or two over her clit.

"I want you to say my name when you cum."

She whimpered again as he dipped his fingers back inside her. "Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes" she breathed, letting her head fall back against the door as he resumed his previous face inside her. She couldn't hold back the moans that escaped her lips while his hand pumped into her. It wasn't long before she came, her whole body shaking. She clutched him close to her as he stroked her through the pleasure.

"Sam" she called repeatedly as loudly as she dared. She felt him press a kiss to the top of her head as she buried her flushed face into his chest.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You" she whispered, "Only you Sam."


He removed his hands from her and placed her foot back on the floor once he was sure she could hold her own weight.

"This isn't over" he mumbled into her ear, before taking her lips in a sensual and teasing kiss. He stroked her cheek and reclaimed his jacket. He waited for her to replace her underwear and unlocked the door as soon as her skirt was re-zippered.

"I'll see you soon" he promised.

"Soon" she echoed, and watched as he walked around her and disappeared through the door.


The rest of the day at her desk was a haze. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Sam staring at her and flashing his dimples. She was falling for him, hard. She knew she shouldn't, she would be in so much trouble if her boss found out.

But the man was just so goddamn good with his hands. And if he was good with his hands she couldn't wait to see what he was like with everything else. She ached for it.

Soon better come before Wednesday. She couldn't wait that long. And thankfully she didn't have too. She'd been in the club for a whole hour before she spotted him, leaning against the bar at the other side of the dance floor.


Hope you like it! I'll get the other half up tomorrow.