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Chapter 3

Desirable

Watching her walk into the room just made his breath billow out, his lungs refusing to refill with the air they needed to keep him alive.

Three weeks had drifted by, since her revelation in the viewing room, and even though he had been watching her from a distance, while emerging himself in his workload to keep thoughts of her at bay, seeing her like this just tilted his world off its axis.

He'd seen her dressed up, and he'd seen her in dresses before, but this...this was just completely out of this world.

They were at Frank and Noelle's wedding, their choice of venue the Golf Club, with its rich green grass and willow trees.

They had booked a few of the bungalows that the conference and wedding venue had, and even though he knew she was here, hidden behind one of the closed doors, he never expected her to look like that.

She was wearing a knee length, off one shoulder, silver dress, with matching silver strapped heels, the top half of her hair pulled up to the back, the rest falling in a mass of curls around her shoulders.

She was breathtaking.

The second she turned and saw him, she turned away, Nash saying a few words to her before scowling in his direction.

They were lingering outside the small chapel, waiting for Noelle to arrive, the setting lost in peaceful tranquility as a slow breeze cooled the warm afternoon air, bristling the leaves of the willow trees as they hung in silence.

Sam felt a hand on his arm, and knew who it was without having to look.

"She's here". Chloe whispered excitedly as she came to stand next to Sam, her eyes trailing after his as she watched the two woman move off the luscious lawn and head towards the cobblestone stairs that would lead them into the chapel.

Without saying a word, Sam held out his arm before leading her across the grass following in Nash and Andy's wake.

Throughout the service, Sam found his eyes failing to stay away from drinking her in. He just couldn't help himself, he was so drawn to her, he was done resisting the urge to stare at her.

He noticed her gaze settle on them as he led Chloe into the chapel, her face showing slight creases in distaste, before she turned away and avoided any visual contact with them.

When the ceremony was done, they were ushered outside, and waited for the happy couple to emerge, before they would be whisked away for an hour for photographs, while the rest of the guests were ushered into the bar of the hall.

Through the drinks and finger snacks served in the bar, he watched her, her carefree smile lighting up the room as she shared the festivities with her friends, a side of her coming to the surface that he had seen so long ago, he briefly wondered if she had lost that part of herself.

During dinner he did the same, felling saddened at seeing her pushing her food around on the plate, rather than eating it, much the same as he was. She was however enjoying the white wine served with dinner.

When speeches were made, and champagne brought to the tables to toast the bride and groom, he noticed that she had that red tint to her cheeks that flagged her alcohol intake at its limit, even though she held out her champagne flute to be filled.

"You should ask her to dance" Oliver's voice suddenly jolted over the music and into his eardrum.

"What?". Sam tried to act as though he had no idea what Oliver was talking about, but he knew he was faking ignorance badly.

"Just saying". Oliver mumbled before turning around in his chair and saying something to Zoe.

Sam scowled at the back of Oliver's head, he of all people should know that, that would probably not go down well with McNally, considering that he had been his 'break-up buddy'.

Chloe resumed her seat next to him, returning from the bathroom to follow his line of vision and roll her eyes while huffing out a loud sigh.

Sam spun to face her, his eyebrows furrowed as he did so.

"What? Seriously. Get. Over. It". She said before looking back towards Andy.

Sam did the same, noting that Andy was filling her champagne glass again, this time here eyes focusing on him over the brim of the glass.

The dance floor was opened, the real celebratory party beginning, and yet from across the room, even in the dim lighting he managed to make out her dismayed features.

The evening drifted into late night, and when his eyes did their automatic sweep of the room in search of her, he was amused to see her approach a waiter with a tray brandishing glasses and two different kinds of champagne.

The waiter held out a glass towards Andy after filling it, but she shyly shook her head before she let out a monumental giggle and pointed to the bottle.

The waiter shook his head, but when Andy's hand swept out and claimed her prize, he made no attempts to stop her.

Sam watched as she openly carried the bottle in her hand, her feet leading her towards the open glass doors that led outside onto a deck before leading out onto the actual golf course.

Leaving his drink half finished on the table, Sam followed her outside, his head shaking at the handful she had become.

Keeping a safe, silent distance behind her, he watched as she left the cobblestone paving and her feet met the grass where she began to stumble slightly, her heels no doubt sinking into the plush grass and the wet ground beneath it.

Pausing, she kicked off her shoes, scooped them up with one hand and continued on her journey, to whatever unknown destination she had in mind.

After crossing spacious grass fields, she dipped into the trees lining the eighth hole, where she disappeared from sight, making Sam wonder if she knew he was tailing her.

Stepping into the tree line, Sam saw her stumble before sitting down on the edge of a small pond, the moonlight dancing over the water and reflecting off the glass bottle as she lifted it and took a long sip.

"I know you're there". Her voice suddenly pulled through the darkness, startling him slightly.

Sam shrugged, might as well approach her now that she made it known she knew he was here.

Walking over to her, he lingered for a split second, before sitting down on the grass next to her, its damp moisture soaking through his pants where they met the ground.

She silently held the bottle out towards him, offering him some of its contents. Taking her up on the offer, he took the bottle and took a healthy swig before handing it back.

"You can just say it, whatever it is you came to say". Her voice was soft but she was slurring, and badly.

Sam let out a loud sigh, she was nowhere near the Andy McNally she was before she went UC, and he sensed her walls going up, she was on the defensive about his presence.

"Where did we go wrong?". She suddenly blurted out, her gaze still transfixed on the rippling water, while his was transfixed on her.

"I have no idea, me mostly". Sam said, causing her head to snap towards him, her face so sad in its expression.

"You should go back, your date...".

"She's not my date". Sam corrected instantly, there was no way she was going to be allowed to think that.

"Your whatever she is then, will be waiting...".

"Stop okay, she's Frank's goddaughter, she's only here with me so I can keep an eye on her, she's a recovering alcoholic". Sam cleared his throat after his words flew out, she just had a way of getting him to say whatever she wanted to know, and once that started, it wouldn't ever stop.

Andy raised an eyebrow before lifting the bottle, and suddenly calling out a toast "And here's to us, that drink to forget, and you for forgetting to drink". She took a long sip out of the bottle before letting a loud giggle rip free as she teetered slightly backwards.

Sam had seen enough, this wasn't her.

Standing up, he grabbed the bottle of champagne from her hand, tilted it bottom up and allowed the contents to free themselves all over the grass next to him, Andy battling to find her feet as she attempted to save what she could.

"No fair Sam, I wanted to finish that". She slurred out as she tried to pry the bottle from him.

"Enough Andy, you don't drink to this point, and it's the second time I'm stopping you, so you are done. You're going to go back to your room and sleep it off". Sam said tossing the bottle under the nearest tree, and letting his hand snake out to grab her shoes.

"No".

"Andy, I wasn't asking". Sam reached out for her and she stepped back, his hand grasping at thin air.

"Andy don't make me be the bad person here".

"Oooohhhh, what's Sammy gonna do?".

Sam rolled his eyes, under different circumstances he may have found this to be playful and maybe funny, but right now it was very far from that.

Holding her shoes out for her to take, Sam waited until she stepped close enough for him so grab her by the legs, lift her up and swing her over his shoulder.

She shrieked out in surprise, her yelp fading into a loud giggle as Sam started making his way back towards the bungalows.

Andy dangled over his shoulder, her hands coming to close around his waist as her feet and legs made futile attempts to break free. He scolded her twice to keep still before they even broke through the tree line, but still she kept trying to wiggle her way free.

Stopping suddenly, Sam dropped her shoes and swatted her on the backside with his now free hand, before eyeing the shoes and deciding they were best left where they were for now, while he growled out a "Hold still" through clenched teeth.

Andy yelped out again as his hand met her backside, her hand leaving his waist to rub over her stinging rear end.

"Ohhh, I like kinky Sam". She giggled out suddenly when she allowed the thought of him actually smacking her to make sense through the foggy effects the alcohol had on her.

Sam's strides faltered very faintly as he heard her words.

"Room?". He said pushing her playfulness out of the space they were in. He had no idea what bungalow she was in, so he needed the number.

"Shower too". She giggled out, and Sam realized she didn't have her clutch purse with her, so no key, so no way was he dragging her back into the reception hall like this to find it.

Making his way to his bungalow, he fished out the key from his pocket and opened the door, and then slammed it closed.

If she wanted a shower, then who was he to stop her?

Making his way straight for the bathroom, he turned on the cold water before stepping into the shower with her still slung over his shoulder.

Because she was viewing the world upside down, she had no idea what was coming until the cold spray hit them both full force, a murderous scream leaving her lips as it rolled into a really carefree laugh.

Something he had really missed.

"Sam...put me down?". Her giggle had subsided, her sobriety returning to her voice slightly as she kept still and kindly requested to be set back on her feet sincerely.

So Sam obliged by gently dipping forwards enough for her to slide down him and regain her footing.

Andy slid her hands up his back and over his shoulders as he dropped her back onto her feet, her hands remaining in place as she found her footing and lifted her gaze to meet his.

He watched as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze shifting to his lips before roaming back up his face and settling on his eyes once again.

Her pupils had dilated, and her breathing became a little more irregular.

Standing with his hands still firmly holding onto her sides, with the intention of holding her up straight, Sam felt the familiar crackle of tension surround them in the small space of the shower.

He knew the look on her face well, it was one that would intoxicate him and make his body respond of its own accord.

Andy took the tiny step needed to close the space between them, her soaked front pressing into his as she let her hands sweep up his neck and into his hair.

Sam pinched his eyes closed, inhaling a deep breath as he tried to find the self control he so automatically lacked in her presence. The water still spraying down on them, he felt Andy lean up onto her toes, his hands still wrapped around her waist, before her lips found his in the most hesitant, soft brush he had ever felt.

Keeping dead still, he felt her hand tug his head forward as her lips applied a soft, bitter-sweet pressure to his, her tongue suddenly sweeping out over his bottom lip.

He felt his hands tense around her waist, his grip gently squeezing her as she leaned against him even more, seeking to get closer than she already was.

Pushing her away, Sam let his eyes drift open to see hers marred with a spray of emotions, hurt, rejection, remorse.

"Don't". He whispered, his voice dangerously low and husky.

"Not good enough for you?". She suddenly hissed as she tried to step out of his grip.

Sam stared at her, did she have no idea of the effect she had on him by just being in the same room?

Sam suddenly just stopped thinking and pulled her roughly towards him, her body crashing into his as his hands glazed up her sides. He ran them all the way up to her shoulders, one caressing her bare shin that wasn't covered. He let that same one run around the back of her neck and tangle in her hair, gently tugging it back so that she was forced to tilt her head back and look at him.

Andy let out a soft gasp as his hand pulled on her hair, his other hand moving to cup her cheek before his lips crashed to hers in desperation.

His body pressed into hers as he savored her lips, the soft moan that flowed from her and into his mouth, making him pull her even closer.

The cold water that still tumbled down over them did little to cool the sudden rise in temperature between the four walls of the shower, the front of her body setting his on fire. His lips left hers breathlessly, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her chin before they moved to her neck, making her body arch into his even more.

Kissing all the way down to her bare shoulder, while his hand firmly held her head back by keeping its grip on her hair, Sam sprayed soft kisses across her bare flesh until his lips met the silky material just above her breast where it now clung to her body from the water.

Standing up straight, Sam waited for Andy's eyes to snap open when his actions suddenly stopped, her features still lost in the momentary ecstasy she still lost in.

"Good enough for you McNally?". He whispered, his tone dry.

Andy flushed, her hands still holding him by his head, although they no longer pulled through his hair, their faces inches away from each other, his breath flushing across her face as she began to shake her head.

Sam cocked an eyebrow at her no visuals, her voice failing to make an appearance.

"More". She said startling him with how much raw desire clung to her words.

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