Beca didn't see Alex, at all, for the remainder of the week. She wasn't sure why, but it made her a little anxious, given what had transpired between them on Monday. On Wednesday, as promised, an electrician visited the office, and quizzed Beca about the electrical requirements of the equipment Residual Heat intended to purchase. She handed over the equipment manuals and let him do his thing, disappointed that Alex had not stopped in with him.

On Thursday, Beca toyed with the idea of stopping by the club after work. By the time she reached the lobby, she still hadn't decided whether to turn right to the parking lot, or left to the club. She stopped, considering her options and the consquences. Fuck it, she thought. I'm going to take a chance for a change. She was well aware she hadn't taken a chance with Chloe, and regretted not knowing where that might have led. She turned left.

Once again, the club was nearly empty. She made her way over to the bar where she and Alex had sat, drank too much, and briefly kissed. Alex was no where to be seen. But Charlie was there, and asked what he could get her to drink.

"Umm, how about a tequila shot? Or two?" Charlie raised an eyebrow but went to get her drinks. When he returned with the requisite salt and lime, Beca dumped a little salt on her wrist, licked it off and downed the tequila in one gulp, quickly sliding a piece of lime into her mouth.

She turned to Charlie and asked "Where's the boss been this week, I haven't seen her."

"Oh," said Charlie, "she's at a show this week. Left Wednesday morning. She'll be back late Sunday I guess."

"A show?" asked Beca, "what kind of show?"

"Didn't she tell you? Alex shows horses."

Wait, what? "Horses?"

"Yeah" confirmed Charlie, "She's pretty good at it from what I hear. Some kind of Olympic event or something. I don't know much about it, but she leaves town pretty regularly."

Beca was dumbfounded. Why hadn't Alex mentioned this before? If she was as good as Charlie seemed to think she was, it was certainly something Alex should be proud of. It occured to Beca how little she really knew about Alex. It also dawned on her that during their previous encounter, Beca had done most of the talking, while Alex just listened to her ramble. It was a very endearing trait, being a good listener. Beca decided then and there she would make it a point to learn as much about Alex Morgan as Alex would tell her. Starting with asking about horse shows.

Beca downed her second tequila shot and headed for home. She planned on putting the rest of her house in order over the weekend.

On Saturday morning she dug into the task at hand and didn't stop until well after dark Saturday night. She was exhausted. She took a quick shower and jumped into bed, sound asleep before 10:00. And then she began to dream.

Alex was standing behind her, arms around her waist, head resting in the crook of her neck. Alex kissed and nibbled at her neck, sucked her earlobe, and lightly bit the sensitive spot just below her jawline. Alex pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. "Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?" Alex breathed in her dream.

Beca leaned back into her and sighed. Alex brought a hand up under Beca's t-shirt and lightly brushed the curve of her breast with a thumb. Her other hand slid over Beca's toned stomach and played with the top of her jeans. Beca wimpered at the touch and Alex whispered again, "Beca, tell me what you want."

Beca tried to respond, but in her dream, nothing came out. She tried to say "Alex, please, I want you too. I want to feel you inside me, I want your mouth on me, I want you to make me come for you, I want to scream your name, Alex, Please!"

She woke, startled, hot, sweaty and very wet.

Damn it! Why do I wake up at exactly the wrong time she thought. This is driving me crazy!