Happy Mayhem
Part 4
Amanda was shaking her head in dismay.
"How do I get myself into these situations?"
"Manda, tis only fair that if I played a game, you play a game too."
Lee nodded, as if to reinforce his logic.
Unfortunately, Amanda wasn't in the mood to be persuaded by his logic. In the position that she now found herself in, there was no room for persuasion.
"Now you listen here, Lee Stetson. I have work to do, your work and I've tried…I really have and I'm not going to hold you responsible for your actions, although I really should but I'm telling you now that if you do not let me get up off your lap, I will put you on report."
"What's a report?"
She exhaled, rather loudly. How could she put him on report when it wasn't really his fault and especially when he was wearing a pout, ever so perfectly upon his handsome face.
"On report, for forcibly holding an agent against their will," she informed him.
Her partner's response was to lift his arms into the air and wave his hands around like a nut.
"I'm not holding you. See?" He wiggled his fingers at her.
Amanda seized the opportunity, quickly removing herself from his lap. She wasn't quick enough to grab the cuffs though.
Lee's hand caught hers and he held on rather tight.
"Mandywandy…the jacket off? Okay?"
"Oh…yeah…right."
She backed up a few steps and watched her partner wiggle his way rather clumsily out of the article of clothing that had been the indirect source of her getting pulled down into his lap in the first place.
Not that she had minded it all that very much. In fact, it had felt rather nice to just sit there. It would have stayed nice too, if his libido hadn't kicked in and demanded that he start exploring her assets a rather bit too closely.
The sound of Lee's jacket hitting the floor brought her quickly out of the momentary daydream and, without thinking and from of habit, she bent down to pick it up.
When she began to rise, she found herself staring eye to eye with her now drugged-out partner.
The grin on his handsome face told her that he clearly was up to no good.
She didn't have a chance to contemplate a plan of action. In one quick move, Lee had her on her back, on the floor with a move that pinned her down quite effectively for a man who had ingested two too many Mr. Happy tablets.
"Jock scored a point," he whispered to her as he gazed down into her eyes. "Bonus points for tackling the cheerleader."
"Lee, please."
"Oh, come on Amanda. Just one kiss…sweetie, honey-poo. One itty-bitty taste? I've been good. Me played your telephone game all morning. Please?"
She closed her eyes. It wasn't even lunchtime and she felt as though she'd been locked up in the Q-Bureau for days on end.
"Why me?"
"Because you're my Amanda and you're a very pretty cheerleader and because I've been wanting to kiss you for like forever and we're always getting interrupted or something and I don't like the something."
"No," she emphatically told him. "You always give the speech and besides, I've got work to do. Your work! Now…please…let me up!"
Lee chuckled.
"She's demanding. I like that in a girl."
"In about five seconds Scarecrow, you are gonna see more than demanding. And," she continued in voice that echoed both empathy and anger, "I know you're not gonna like it cause you're gonna have to go down and see the good doctor."
A curious look appeared on his face.
"Huh?"
Amanda shook her head. The man couldn't even take a hint that if he didn't move, and soon, he was going to be feeling more than dopey.
"Lee, just move."
"One kiss," he begged.
"No."
"Just one?"
His hazel eyes held such a look of longing and hopefulness that it was quite an effective plea, if Amanda had ever witnessed one. His pleading eyes, his needy tone…for just one instant she felt overwhelmingly sorry for him. Babbling like an idiot over something or rather someone that he really didn't want, not exactly like that anyway.
Of course, if she were truthful with herself, she really did want him to kiss her exactly like that. Not one of those cover kisses and not even a near-miss kiss…what Amanda honestly wanted from her partner was an honest-to-goodness, make her heart beat wildly kiss.
Except, if that were to really happen, she wanted her partner to be fully cognizant of what he was doing and for him to fully want it as much, with her, as she did. Common sense told Amanda that the odds that happening were better than, say a year ago, but still not exactly that great.
"Manda?"
Lee's soft, questioning voice brought her sharply back to reality.
"Yeah?"
"One kiss?"
She closed her eyes. Why was this happening today, of all days? She was about to tell him no, again, but the look on his eager face told that he was not going to let the request rest until she gave in.
Even though she really wanted to indulge, this wasn't the place or time.
They were at work.
Well, at least physically. Mentally, Lee's mind was nowhere near where it should be and somehow, maybe because of those darned pills, he was managing to pull those tucked-away feelings from the heart into the Q-Bureau with them.
She finally relented.
"Just one," she told him. "And then you have to promise that you'll let me get back to work. Okay? Cause I really don't want Billy to think that I couldn't handle something simple as keeping watch over and finishing up all of those reports because then he'll never think that I can do any of this and I know that I can…if it just weren't for…well…"
The touch of Lee's fingers upon her lips effectively caused her to cease speaking.
"You're a good agent and don't let anybody ever tell you different."
His hazel eyes were now so intent upon studying her that it sent a nervous shiver through her. There was something there, a something that she could not quite put a finger on it.
It was that something undefined that allowed Amanda to banish all common sense to the background and to completely forget that she was lying on the floor of the Q-Bureau with her handsome partner now hovering over her in the middle of the workday.
It was that something that caused those damned little butterflies to flutter about in her stomach and make her totally forget about all of the work that was sitting forgotten on the desk as well as that stupid sale that she was so obviously going to miss and, even though she'd been slightly upset about it earlier in the day, she realized that at this very moment it didn't really matter.
Nothing mattered because Lee Stetson obviously wanted to kiss her and this time they were both in agreement on the topic and nobody was going to interrupt the moment.
to be continued
