It took all her strength to speak, the words were caught in her throat. "Cole..." was all she managed to get out. Cole quickly got up and smiled. "Hello Phoebe" he said, as he watched her go around the desk and begin to fiddle with meaningless papers that were scattered on her desk. "I.. Haven't seen you in a while" she said, avoiding his stare, there was something about his confidence that made her uneasy.
"A week" he said, quickly, she looked up at him and nodded, "I hadn't noticed, a week huh?" a day, 3 hours and 2 minutes she said to herself. "Yes, I was on a business Trip" he lied. "oh really? That's interesting" she said, as she sat down on her chair, and watched him stare down at her. "So, how are things?" he asked, as he picked up a stapler and put it back down.
She knew he was here for something, he was stalling "Cole, why are you here?" she asked. He chuckled to himself, and turned toward the door, and gently closed it. "I came to ask you a little question" he said, as he made his way back to her desk. "about the divorce papers?" she said, trying to make him believe she actually wanted a divorce.
Apparently the question struck a nerve, his eyes turned cold, and she could see that something was bothering him, making him mad. "Yeah? I bet that's exactly what you want? For me to sign the papers so you can keep screwing him, huh?" he asked coldly. Phoebe didn't quite understand him. "excuse me?" she asked, "so, tell me, was he good?" he asked coldly. She now knew exactly what he was talking about.
Phoebe knew that behind the coldness of his tone, he was hurting, she could feel it, and all she could think was how he knew these things. "How did... how did you know?" she stammered. "Pheebs, you know you can't hide anything from me" he said. "How do you know?" she asked again, this time more demandingly. Cole shot up from his chair angrily, "I saw you!" he barked back at her. Phoebe jumped in her skin.
"What? You were spying on me?" she asked him, walking toward the blinds and closing them. "Was he good?" he insisted, coming closer to her. "that is none of your business" she said, not taking a step back, she wasn't scared of him. "what? The fact that my wife slept with another man is not my business?" he asked, coming even closer. They were inches a part, he could smell every fiber of her, he wanted to die, just like that, with that smell, with that closeness.
Phoebe felt his breath on hers, it smelled of Cole, of mint and Calvin Klein. "We're only married in paper" she said quietly. His arms shot up and harshly grabbed her shoulders, she was lightly battered, but she knew that Cole would never hurt her, ever. His hands dug into her shoulders, and all the nights of passion came back, she wanted to just surrender, she truly wasn't over Cole. All she could look at was his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and his lips, and his face, and she could feel herself become aroused by him.
He was no longer there, he was lost. He was lost in her stare, in her eyes, in her hair, in the feeling of her bare shoulders on his fingers, he was so hot. He just wanted to take her, but he would never force himself on her, he would never be capable of hurting her. That's why his fingers loosened their grip on her shoulders, but still held on to her, he still clinged, like a child. He was hanging by a thread, the room was closing in on him and her, and he was taken back to when it was just them, when everything was drowned out, the noises, the voices, the surroundings. It was just them.
She couldn't pull herself away, and in her mind, all she wanted was to have him, but she couldn't, she wouldn't fall down that spiral again, not again. Not ever. She wanted so badly to look away, but she was glued, time stood still for them, it always did when they were together, when there was any sort of physical contact between them. And than, everything spiraled and swirled, she closed her eyes, terrified, and when she opened them, she was no longer in her office.
He didn't want to be there, he didn't want to do this, but he needed to get out, get out of the stuffy room, he was suffocating, and the only thing that would return the air to his lungs, was her kiss. His hands still clinged, and than, he threw sense and knowledge out the window, and blurred to his penthouse.