She goes to the door and looks through the peephole. She stares at the figure on the other side in utter confusion. She unlocks the door, and pulls it open.
"What are you doing here?"
He steps in.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I can't do this," he tells her.
"Daniel what the hell are you talking about? You show up out of the blue and start apologizing for something. I don't even know what you did."
"It's not what I did, it's what I'm about to do."
"You're not going to try and kiss me again are you?"
"Not without permission."
"Why are you here? Is something wrong?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"I can't get you out of my head."
"You came all the way here to tell me that?"
"I can't believe that I let this happen."
"Let what happen?"
"Let you get into my head, and crawl under my skin."
"Could you be just a little more clear? Please."
"I just want to know that I'm not crazy."
"You came to the wrong person. I'm not going to tell you that you're not crazy."
"I need you to humor me."
"Humor you?"
"I need you to take your clothes off."
"Excuse me?"
"After the incident in the elevator..."
"The one where I made it very clear I'm not interested in you?"
"I don't want to be in a relationship with you."
"What do you want? I'm not sure that I understand."
"All I can think about is sex."
"You're a man, I'm not surprised."
"With you."
"Oh."
"If you can honestly look me in the eye, and tell me that you haven't wondered what it would be like, then I'll leave."
"And if I can't?"
"I'm not proposing marriage, I just want sex."
"You're really being serious?"
"Yes," he nods.
"Ok."
"Ok what?"
"I'll do anything once," she admits.
"Really? You hate me," he reminds her.
"That's true."
"So why are you making an exception."
"Because I'd be lying if I said I haven't wondered too. Hate is a passionate emotion."
"You're really willing to do this?"
"Why not?"
"I thought that you'd just punch me and send me on my way."
She steps out of her shoes, "How do you feel about whips?" she questions.
"You're joking right?"
She steps forward, and pulls off this jacket. She tosses it aside, and yanks off his tie. She rips off his shirt, and starts undoing his belt. "Do I look like I'm joking?" she questions.
He swallows hard as she pulls his t-shirt over his head. He finally unfreezes and begins reacting. He carefully unzips her dress. He takes a leap of faith as he moves in for her lips. She doesn't punch him, this time she doesn't even flinch. Much to her chagrin she kisses him back. Without any notice he scoops her off the ground, and carries her to her room. He tosses her on the bed and climbs on top of her. She places her hand firmly on his chest.
"What?" he questions.
"I get to be on top."
"No, you're always on top," he argues.
"Suit yourself."
"We don't have to do this you know."
"Don't stop now."
"Are you sure?"
"Are you going to talk or..."
He puts his hand on the nape of her neck, and pulls her in to him until his lips meet hers once again.