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Ch 2

Danny strode purposefully into the restroom, intending to make a beeline for the hand dryers. He froze at the sight of Mindy, half naked, bouncing on her heels, shaking something beneath the dryer. His breath caught in his chest. Damn it, was the universe conspiring against him? The harsh fluorescent lighting should have eradicated the warm glow he'd come to associate with her skin, but he found himself dumbstruck by how soft it looked, the swell of one breast peeking out as she focused on the task at hand.

He knew he should say something. She was only slightly angled away from him. At any second she would be aware of him, and then all hell would break loose, but he was frozen, saved from his predicament only by the bang of the door slamming behind him.

Her head whipped around at breakneck speed, her eyes wide with horror. "OH, MY GOD, DANNY! WHAT THE HELL?" She threw her arms up to cover her exposed breasts, her movement causing the still unzipped skirt to slide lower on her hips. "AGAIN, DANNY? DO YOU HAVE A HOMING DEVICE THAT GOES OFF WHEN I UNHOOK MY BRA? GET OUT OF HERE."

He instinctively covered his eyes, recovering somewhat from the shock of seeing her naked yet again. His voice came back to him, as he blindly tried to find his way back to the door. "WHAT? NO!" As always, she found a way to make this his fault, he even felt an apology on the tip of his tongue before snapping out of it. "This is the men's room. How was I supposed to know I would walk in on a wet t-shirt contest?"

"OH MY GOD, DANNY, QUIT STALLING AND GET OUT!" She looked down, finding humor in this situation, she smirked in spite of her discomfort. "You have to have a shirt to be in a wet t-shirt contest."

His jaw clenched at her words, and he flailed around behind him with his free hand in search of the handle. Before he found it, he heard a distinctly Mindy-like squeak accompanied by a worrisome 'oomph.' Chancing her ire, he peeked through his slightly parted fingers. She was sprawled across the bathroom floor, in a decidedly ungraceful heap, one hand clutching at her elbow, her need for modesty suddenly forgotten, she wailed. "DANNY!"

He took it as a sign that he should rush to her aid. Forgetting about their mutual discomfort, he hurried to her, kneeling at her side. In her haste to hide in one of the stalls, she'd spun on her heel, slipping in the water still on the tiles.

Danny pried her fingers away from her injured elbow, gently probing the area in question with his own. Looking up at her face when she sucked in a sharp breath. "You've bruised yourself good, but I don't think there's a fracture or anything." He stared a little too long, becoming hyper aware of the warmth of her skin beneath his touch.

She shivered and he felt the goose bumps rise up under his fingertips, the very sensation eliciting a similar response in himself. He should pull away, avert his eyes, get her shirt for her, do something other than stare at her. He trailed his fingers up the smooth skin along the back of her arm. It took him a second to realize he wasn't the only one staring, breathing shallowly in an effort not to break this strange tableau. Mindy was watching him, a look of inquiry on her face. "Danny?"

Her voice broke the spell over him, he released her abruptly, rocking back on his heels, levering himself upright. "Sorry." He was flustered, suddenly feeling too warm, the heat of embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck to his ears. He didn't know what to do with his hands, or where to look. Glancing up at the ceiling, he crossed and uncrossed his arms, finally turning back to the door he grasped the handle.

His sweaty palm slipped against surface has he twisted and pulled at it. Nothing. The door rattled in its frame. A soft curse escaped his lips and he jerked at the handle again, as if he would get a different result. He leaned forward to rest his head on the cool surface. "Damn it! We're locked in, Mindy."

His back to her still, he heard rather than saw her scramble to her feet. Then he felt her warmth at his back as she approached him, shoving him away to get to the handle. Danny jumped away from her nervously, noticing that she was still topless his hand flew to his eyes again. "God, Mindy, put your shirt back on!"

She ignored him, covering herself with one arm while she jiggled the handle. "What did you do? Why is it stuck?"

Danny yanked her blouse from the hook, holding it out in her general direction, still covering his eyes with his other hand. "What did I do? That's right Mindy, everything's my fault. I made the door handle get stuck. I made you get naked in the men's restroom. I made you trip and fall trying to get away from me."

He felt the material slip from his grasp as she yanked it away. "Oh, shut up, I'm not even naked. I'm topless. Haven't you ever been to a strip club?" She smirked, buttoning up her blouse, then looking at their surroundings. "What are we supposed to do now?"

Danny still face away from her, hand firmly clamped over his eyes. "What? Of course I've been to a… No! Stop it, I'm not arguing with you about the semantics of the states of undress!"

She smiled to herself, reaching up to pull his arm down. "Relax, weirdo, I'm fully clothed again."

Danny relaxed for a second, looking down at her. Somehow donning the garment made his predicament worse. The damp white silk clung to her dark skin, pasting itself to the outline of her nipples. He swallowed, hard, glancing over to where she'd fallen, confirming his suspicion that she'd left her bra lying there. He felt heat pool in the pit of his stomach, and undeniable physical reaction, and he just snapped.

Turning to her, he threw his hands up angrily. "Why do you keep doing this!"

The volume and accusatory tone of his voice took Mindy aback. She took a step back frowning, a crease forming between her eyes as she furrowed her brows. "What the hell are you talking about? I've never locked you in a bathroom before."

Danny groaned in frustration, leaning back against the wall, staring at the ceiling again. He kicked the wall behind him, trying to distract himself from plethora of thoughts zipping in and out of his mind. He felt embarrassing word vomit creeping up on him, and clenched his jaw in an effort to keep it all in.

He felt a light touch on his forearm. "Danny? What is going on with you? You look like you're about to have an aneurism or something."

He recoiled from her touch, still attempting to hang onto his composure. "This! This is what's wrong with me!" He gestured to her, then spun away from her, quickly walking to the other side of the bathroom, crossing his arms as he stared at the wall.

"This?... Me?"

He turned to face her again, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips then down to the front of her blouse. "Yes. You, and all these ridiculous things you keep doing. Who gets naked in public, in their place of work, twice in one week? Who does that? I just don't get it, Mindy. It's like you're trying to flaunt yourself, trying to get attention." Danny was astonished by the words coming from his lips. They weren't even what he was thinking, they were just an easy way out, a fight to pick to distract her from his obvious shortness of breath, his inability to keep his eyes on her face. "And it's not like you have to. I men two thirds of the male doctors in this office have seen you naked, and Peter already left for the day." His feigned anger picked up speed. "What is this?" He gestured to the room, waving his hands dramatically. "Another one of your man traps?"

She let out an indignant squeak, striding across the space separating them, coming up on him before he could react. She shoved him. "How dare you? What's got you acting like such a dick? This is obviously just bad luck." She narrowed her eyes. "And what makes you think I'd even have to do a man trap to get you? I've seen the way you look at me. You want me, bad." She smiled smugly.

Her comment took the wind out of Danny's sails. His mouth hung open as he stared at her. He didn't know if she believed what she was saying, or if it was just her normal overly confident façade. Either way he felt caught. He snapped his mouth shut, making an impulsive decision. His eyes darkened as he moved closer. "Oh really? How do I look at you?"

Mindy smug look disappeared, being replaced by wide eyed uncertainty. She swallowed. "Uh, you know, like I hung the moon, like, uh…" She crossed her arms in front of her, unsure of herself, her throat was dry. "Like, I'm the Kim to your Kanye."

As she spoke, Danny was creeping increasingly closer. "And?" He reached forward, lightly running his finger up and down the buttons of her blouse.

She cleared her throat, closing her eyes for a second, she reached down deep in to her reservoir of confidence. She threw her shoulders back and opened her eyes again. "You know, like you want to push me up against the nearest wall and kiss me till I can't see straight. Like that."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I thought it was more like I wanted to do this." He reached forward, grasping the front of her blouse, hesitating only a second. What he was about to do could have two very different outcomes. The first of which, was Mindy slapping the hell out of him. The second of which, he barely dared to contemplate.

He hooked a finger in between two buttons, tugging at it sharply. She gasped as the buttons popped off, raining to the floor, bouncing off the tiles. The sound sent desire swiftly racing through him. She regained her breath. "Danny, my blouse! You ruined it—"

He jerked her to him, taking her face in his hands, brushing his fingers along her flushed cheeks. She trailed off, the sound of his voice rendering her speechless. He smiled down at her, feeling like he'd been ripped away from reality. Was this happening? There was still fire in her eyes, presumably anger over her destroyed clothing. "Relax, Lahiri, you never wear anything twice anyway."

She grunted, about to say something, but he stopped her, capturing his lips with hers, sliding one hand away from her face, brushing his palm against the bare skin of her breast. He devoured her gasp as he felt her nipple harden.

She slipped the tattered garment from her shoulders, letting it join the buttons on the cold floor before she threaded her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Gasping against his mouth, her hands roved over him, tugging at his shirt.

He reached around her, slipping his hand down the back of her unzipped skirt, raising his eyebrows at the feel of her skin against his, the skimpiest scrap of lace masquerading as underwear brushed against his fingers. She shivered in his arms, pulling away slightly, panting. "Is this happening, in the bathroom, at work?"

He grunted in affirmation, pulling her back to him. He smiled as he saw the anger flair up in her eyes. He chuckled, pushing her back against the sink counter, lifting her up to sit on the cool surface. "You want to put this off until we get out of here?"

Her eyes widened. "No."

"Okay, then."

"Okay."