Gillian let Cal have his way for a few seconds, enjoying knowing how easily she could arouse him, but then gently pushed him away. He ducked his head down and kissed her neck but Gillian stepped backwards before he could reach her pulse point and turn her to jelly, saying,
'No, Cal. It's the middle of the day, anyone could walk in on us.'
'I'll lock the doors,' said Cal, giving her a heated look.
'No, Cal. I've got too much work to do.'
'The doctor said you should take it easy, I think you should lie on the sofa and put your feet up. On my shoulders maybe.'
Gillian tried to frown but her lips twitched. Smirking, Cal said,
'You know you want to, darlin'. And I have on the best authority that repressing things is bad for you...'
'But having our company collapse because we haven't got any clients would be worse.'
Cal gave her a fake hangdog look and Gillian pulled away, saying,
'If we have a productive day, however, I was intending to send everyone home on the dot of five and then perhaps I'll come back to your office...'
Gillian smiled flirtatiously and walked towards the door. Cal watched her go, saying,
'Fine, I'll be in here thinking about Loker naked until five then.'
'Get some work done, Cal.'
By lunchtime, Gillian was feeling exhausted. She tried to hide it but Cal took one look at her and said,
'Right, as soon as you've finished eating you're having a nap. My office is quieter so I'll move into your office so you can use mine.'
'You're just trying to get me to lie down on your sofa,' said Gillian smiling, 'I'll be fine once I've eaten.'
'Right... and I'm the Queen of Sheba.'
'Cal, I'm not a child.'
'No, you're not, you're a woman and a damn sexy one too. But the thing is I distinctly recall the doctor saying that you needed to take it easy.'
'I remember, I was there,' said Gillian sardonically.
'Well then...'
'If I need a nap, I'll have a nap but I'll decide, Cal, not you.'
'Just tryin' to take care of you, luv.'
The wounded expression on Cal's face was completely fake but the carefully concealed pain in his voice wasn't so Gillian put her hand on his knee and squeezed gently, saying,
'I know you're trying to help, Cal, but you need to let me set my own pace. I promise I'll come and kick you out of your office if I need a rest.'
'And you won't ignore your exhaustion just to get one more file done?'
'I promise.'
'All right.'
Cal reluctantly let Gillian turn the conversation to prospective clients.
At three Gillian reluctantly walked along to Cal's office, hoping he wasn't going to be too smug. She knocked on the door frame and walked in. He looked up from his work and smirked, saying,
'Somethin' I can do for you, Foster.'
'I need a nap; does your offer from earlier still stand?'
'Of course, darlin'. Make yourself comfortable. I'll just grab my laptop and I'll be out your way.'
Gillian slipped her shoes off and lay down on the sofa, pulling a cushion under her head. Cal took his coat off the coat stand and spread it over her legs. He ran his hand gently through her hair and kissed her tenderly then grabbed his laptop and left. Gillian curled up under his coat and drifted off to sleep.
Eli Loker walked down the corridor to Dr Lightman's office, puzzled to see the door closed and a sign pinned to it. Earnestly hoping that it wasn't a sign telling all and sundry that Dr Lightman and Dr Foster could not be disturbed because they were having sex, Eli nervously got close enough to read,
"Dr Foster is resting. Anyone who disturbs her will be fired.
No, you are NOT the exception to this.
Dr Cal Lightman
P.S. If you don't work for me, I will tell all your secrets to your boss, wife, parents, friends and kids if you wake her."
Smiling, Eli very quietly walked back the way he'd come.
