Warning: Italicized part is slightly NSFW!

"What if somebody walks in on us?" There was hint of protest in Ezra's question.

Aria turned from her place in the middle of the women's bathroom and gave her boss a once over. The confident man who had been vocalizing his desire for her back in his office now stood with his hands in his pockets and a nervous glint in his eye. He reminded Aria of a high school boy who could talk up a storm, but in reality had never been with a girl. But Aria knew that his reserves weren't coming from inexperience, they were coming from fear. If all went as planned, they were going to be having sex at the office. The two had ducked into the bathroom to avoid being caught by the security cameras in his office and around the cubicles, but that didn't eliminate the possibility of them being found out. Aria knew this, but pretended she didn't. "No one is here," She shook her head as she began walking back towards Ezra, who was still stationed by the door.

"The janitors are," Ezra croaked, his eyes flickering to her waist as she over exaggerated their movement with each step. His baby blues had darkened to a navy with lust back in his office when he told her how badly he wanted her, but now Aria could've sworn they were on the verge of turning black. When Aria reached him, his Adam's apple bobbed in anticipation. This was her favorite part. She loved seeing a man so vulnerable. She loved seeing them physically restraining themselves from ripping her clothes off, wanting to make the moment last and end all at the same time. The strain in their voices that was comparable to the strain in their slacks was like music to her ears. Seeing a man overcome with want and desire for her made her feel like a queen, like she could do anything.

"They left about half an hour ago," Aria circled her hands around Ezra's neck and closed the gap between their bodies. "Now, why don't you show me exactly what you were talking about in your office."

Ezra snaked his hands around her waist, letting them drop down to squeeze her ass as he did so. A smirk appeared on his lips, as if he were proud that he'd touched her so intimately at work.

"Naughty boy," Aria leaned in let her lips graze the skin of his neck. He moaned at her touch. "Tell me, how long has it been for you?" She lifted her head up so that she could look into his eyes when he answered.

"A little over a year," Ezra confessed, his cheeks turning pink.

Aria smiled sweetly. She brought a hand up and ran her fingers through his dark curls. "Wow," She mused. "You must've gotten very well acquainted with your right hand." Her voice was an innocent as a school girl's, something she knew would turn Ezra on. There was something about innocence and purity, even if it was fake, that drove men wild.

Ezra laughed and tightened his grip on her. His gaze fell to her lips and held there for a long moment. It took everything in Aria not to leaned forward and close the space between their mouths. She wanted Ezra to initiate it. She wanted him to be the dominant one.

A familiar aching became apparent between her legs. She could feel her arousal begin to saturate her panties and drip down her legs. God, she wanted him. Just as she was about to cave, he spoke. "You're wrong, baby."

"Huh?" Aria whimpered.

"I'm left handed," With that, Ezra's lips crashed into hers with such a force that it sent her stumbling backward towards the wall.

Ezra followed her fall, pushing her body up against the wall in an attempt to keep her upright. The vibrations of the wall from the impact turned Aria on even more. She liked it rough and it was becoming clear that he did too.

Their hands ran up and down each other's bodies, trying to memorize every curve and dip, as their tongues tasted the insides of the other's mouth. Ezra pushed his hips into Aria's, allowing her to feel his growing erection on her thigh. She moaned softly into his mouth and bucked her hips against him.

Her fingers found their way to the buttons on Ezra's shirt and began ripping them open, desperate to feel his hot skin underneath. As she worked, Ezra brought one hand up to massage her breast, entangling the other one in her hair. Like Ezra's manhood, her nipples were erect and she could feel him perfectly through her bra, and by the way Ezra smiled against her lips, she knew he could feel them too.

Shortly after ridding Ezra of his shirt, Aria found herself shirtless as well. Ezra's eyes were glued to her chest, taking in her lacy black bra that contrasted flawlessly with her silky white skin. She felt heat rise in her cheeks, hoping Ezra didn't find any fault in her breasts. She hoped that he would find her just as beautiful naked as he said he did when she was fully clothed. Aria held her breath as Ezra unhooked her bra and watched it fall to the floor.

"Huh," Ezra grinned like a little boy who had never seen boobs before. "You're so goddamn perfect. I'm the luckiest man in the world."

Butterflies filled Aria's stomach. She couldn't help but smile as she watched the man lower his head and take one of her nipples into his mouth. Flattery was a common tactic used by men to get into a girl's pants. And it had worked on Aria more times than she really wanted to admit. However, there was something so genuine about Ezra's words that made her feel comfortable sharing her body with him. She knew that she wouldn't be some girl that he would throw away tomorrow. She would be one that he'd want to keep around for as along as possible. Perhaps, he'd keep her around long enough to fall in love with her. Lord knows she'd already fallen in love with him.

As he sucked on the sensitive bud, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the sink. Her placed on on top of the counter and began massaging her inner thighs, letting his hands roam dangerously close to her sex. "Oh fuck, Ezra." Aria brought her head forward, burying her face in his hair.

After giving sufficient attention to her chest, he brought his lips back up to hers. She raked her nails down his back as he began to rub her through her soaked panties. "You're so fucking wet," He acknowledged between kisses.

"I want you," Aria whispered. "Take me, please baby."

"Aria," Ezra moaned. "Aria. Aria. Aria?"

"Aria?" Ezra's voice sounded suddenly much closer as she felt herself being shook awake.

She lifted her head from it's place on her forearms, squinting at the harsh light of the office. It took her a few seconds to become aware of her situation. Holy shit. Not only did she fall asleep and have a wet dream about her boss, but she had fallen asleep and had a wet dream about her boss at work. Her mind began racing. What if she had said something in her sleep? It wasn't unlike her to provide commentary to the conscious world as she slept during her more intense dreams. If she had said something, had it been Ezra's name? Had she moaned in her slumber?

"Are you alright?" Ezra derailed her crazy train of thought. "You've slept almost all the way through lunch and you were uh…groaning. Is everything okay?" He stared at her with the same baby blues that had been consumed with lust in her dream.

"Uh, yeah," Aria shrugged. "Just a bad dream, I guess. I really don't remember." She forced the lie off of her tongue. "I've been a bit sleep deprived this week." The last part was the truth.

Aria had neglected her duties in the PR department for only two days last week. She thought that the other representatives would've taken care of her share of the work, or at least done what they could. Instead, it seemed like they collectively decided to not do any work, and passed all of it on to Aria on Monday morning. So not only was Aria doing what needed to be done for this week, but she was doing what should've been done by 3 women in two days by herself on top of that. She'd put in overtime for the past four days and had pulled a couple of all nighters going through files and composing emails to clients. The stack of manila folders that sat on her keyboard told her that she would be doing the same tonight.

"I've noticed you've been staying late at the office," Ezra stated awkwardly, in what Aria saw as an attempt to keep the conversation going.

"Yeah, that manuscript you gave me kind of fucked me over in terms of my actual job," Aria immediately regretted using the words "fuck" and "me" in the same sentence when addressing Ezra. Not because he was her boss-no, she didn't care what profanities slipped out of her mouth around him because he wasn't one to care-but because she'd just had a dream about him fucking her, and honestly it hadn't been her first.

The whole week had been a weird one for Aria. On Monday morning, she awoke at 3 am with Ezra's name echoing in her dark bedroom and her hand between her legs. She took a cold shower to clear her head, deciding that her dream had been the result of stress and imbalanced hormones. During their usual Monday morning staff meeting, Ezra seemed to be talking directly to her. Whenever she would finish speaking and someone else would begin, Ezra's eyes would linger on her for a little too long. On Tuesday, Aria was making herself coffee in the break room while simultaneously trying to forget that she'd had yet another dream about Ezra, though that one hadn't been quite so sexual. It had involved the two of them on a date and him asking her to marry him. Dream Aria had been ecstatic. Real life Aria had been confused. As Aria poured creamer into her cup, she felt a hand graze her lower back. She instantly thought it had been Liam. It wasn't unlike him to pull stunts like that despite their break up. But when she'd turned to face the culprit, she stood face to face with Ezra. He smiled, but didn't acknowledge the physical interaction. It had been pouring rain on Wednesday, the day that Aria was supposed to meet with an online journalist to discuss one of Rockstream's upcoming releases. Just as she had been walking out the door, Ezra caught her elbow and had harshly asked where she thought she was going. When Aria explained that she'd scheduled a meeting in the next town over, Ezra demanded her to cancel it or have the journalist come to her. Aria questioned him, but the only answer he gave her was a more adult version of "because I said so". During the office's lunch break, Liam turned on the news in the break room. Every story that was run was one about a car accident, some fatal, some not. Areas of the town Aria should've been in were flooded, trapping residents in their cars and carrying them down streets and over guard rails. The whole time they'd watched, Ezra's eyes were trained on Aria. On Thursday, Ezra didn't show up to work until after lunch. Multiple employees tried to call him, but they all claimed that they got his voicemail. When Aria tried his cell around 11, he picked up on the last ring. He explained that he had visited Katelyn's grave earlier that morning, but had gotten stuck in horrible traffic on the way back into town. Apparently, the damage done by Wednesday's storm was more extensive than he thought. Before hanging up, he asked that she not disclose his whereabouts to anyone because they didn't know about his loss and he wanted to keep it that way. Aria agreed not to tell and lied to anyone who asked what he had said. "He felt sick this morning," She would say. No one questioned her.

Aria was fully aware that she had an overactive imagination. She often interpreted an ambiguous situation to mean one thing when it meant another. If someone didn't text her back, something bad had happened to them, when in fact they'd just gotten busy and didn't see the message right away. If a guy was single and talking to her, he was hitting on her, though he might have been just making conversation. If she was a day late, she was pregnant, when in reality she was just a day late and she'd start tomorrow. Aria knew that her ability to incorrectly fill in the blanks did only harm and no good, but she couldn't stop herself from jumping to conclusions. And after everything that had happened that week, Aria came to the conclusion that not only did she have a crush on Ezra, but he had one on her too. Why else would he constantly stare at her or allow himself to cop the slightest touch as he walked by? Why would he be so concerned about her driving in the rain or answer his phone when he saw her name on the screen, despite everyone else in the office trying to get ahold of him? Aria knew getting too caught up in what was problem a trick of her mind would only lead to disappointment, but she couldn't help but wonder if maybe this time she was right.

"I'm sorry," Ezra laughed. "How much more do you have to do before you're all caught up?"

Aria counted the folders on her desk with her eyes, then sighed, "I've got 8 more folders to go through. Each one requires about an hour of my attention. I'll probably be staying late again tonight."

Ezra stuck his hands in his pockets. Just like my dream, Aria thought. He nodded his head slowly, his tongue bulging from his cheek as he pondered a thought. "Would it help if I stayed after and went through them with you?" He asked after a moment.

Aria was taken aback, but grateful nonetheless. "Yeah, do you really want to? It's Friday. I'm sure you want to go home," She smirked before saying the next part. "Cook a romantic dinner for your fish."

Ezra rolled his eyes, "She can survive one Friday night without my amazing cooking. Besides, I caused you to get behind by asking you to review that manuscript. I, as you said, fucked you over. It's the least I could do."

Aria giggled and smiled at him appreciatively, "That would be great. Thank you."

"Of course," Ezra shrugged. "My office at 5, then."

"It's a…" Aria stopped herself from instinctually saying date. "Plan." She settled on the word.

"It's a plan," Ezra repeated, a strange look flashing across his features as he did so. He knew as well as she did that the word date fit that sentence better. But given their circumstances, plan was more appropriate. Although more appropriate didn't necessarily mean more preferred.

A/N: I'm so sorry it took me a little over a week to update! I really don't have an excuse other than pure laziness. I hope that I made up for it with that little scene at the beginning, even though it wasn't real. This chapter was so much fun to write, so I hope that you guys enjoyed it! I'll try to update much, much sooner this time around. As always, let me know what you guys thought by reviewing! What did you guys think about Aria's dream? Do you guys think Ezra returns Aria's feelings or is just being friendly? Also, what do you think will happen during their 5 o'clock "plan"? Thanks so much for reading y'all!

-Erin xoxo