Ok, so here is chapter the fifth. Note to anyone who thinks I should just "get on with it"... you've got a bit of a wait... what can I say? I love me the sexual tension. Hang in there! Thanks for all the reviews! Keep 'em coming!
After what felt like days, the pair pulled into the driveway of a huge sprawling ranch, the property of which seemed to go on for miles.
"Ok, I'll start in the house, you talk to the homeowner" Sara said, hopping down from the Tahoe. They walked up to the door and rang the bell and as the door opened, Sara instantly wished she could eat her words. The woman across the threshold, though visibly distraught, was tall, blonde and extremely beautiful. They went through the formalities, and Sara begrudgingly left Greg alone with the woman, whose name turned out to be Claire McCoy; an actress who, to Sara's chagrin, lived alone.
Albeit impressed by Greg's natural ease with comforting the distressed, Sara found herself feeling jealous that he could be so tender with a complete stranger. Maybe all the things she had thought meant something were meaningless? She surveyed the house slowly, making sure to gather as much evidence as possible even though all she wanted to do was get out of this gorgeous house and get Greg away from that gorgeous woman. As she was checking out the living room, Greg sauntered in and squatted beside her, a look of incredulity on his face.
Without looking at him, Sara spoke. "So? Was she helpful?"
"Oh, more than helpful," Greg replied, a laugh in his voice. Sara's heart sank. Here she'd been, wasting time on analyzing every little action and flirtation, and he'd been snatched up by some random actress.
"Meaning?" She asked in a sharper tone than intended.
Greg laughed. "Total nutcase. I wouldn't be surprised if she had all her possessions buried in the yard."
Sara heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly an idea struck her.
She looked over at Greg and before she could say anything he interrupted. "We're going to go get the shovels now, aren't we?"
Sara nodded and headed out to the Tahoe, Greg in tow. The home owner was sitting on the lawn, watching them gather their gear. Greg shot her a wow- what-a-freak-show look as he grabbed two shovels and headed to the backyard. After a lot of digging and a little bit of Greg-ogling, Sara uncovered a white sheet which was wrapped around every item the actress had listed missing.
After giving the woman a warning about needlessly calling authorities, which was little more than a slap on the wrist, Greg and Sara were on their way home, happy about getting off early, but a little miffed about the waste of time.
"So now what?" Greg asked as they pulled into the lab parking lot.
"Want to go get breakfast?" Sara blurted before she could stop herself.
Greg just looked at her as if he couldn't believe that she was talking to him. Sara thought he might look over his shoulder to see if there was someone else she could possibly be asking to breakfast. "Sure," he started to smile, "We might want to change first though."
Looking down at her dirt covered clothes, Sara wondered how she had spent so much time staring at Greg without realizing that he was filthy from digging. For the first time in a while, Sara found herself wondering if her extra set of clothes would be flattering. She couldn't remember what she had left in her locker.
In the locker room, the pair was changing with their backs to one another. Sara was in the midst of buttoning her blouse as Greg removed his muddy t- shirt. She watched the muscles in his back move and flex and yes, even ripple. She noticed how his slim waist disappeared into his low-cut jeans, and how his arms were more tanned than the rest of his torso. When Greg turned around, fully clothed, Sara refocused on buttoning her blouse, only then realizing that she'd done it crookedly. Blushing furiously, she looked up to see Greg smirking down on her.
"Need some help with that?" He joked, reaching out to fix her buttons. He was at a loss as to what to do when Sara didn't bat them away.
"Seems that way," she replied, looking down at the shirt, her face getting redder at the realization that she had actually said that out loud.
Greg froze and looked at Sara, who was clumsily fumbling with the buttons on her shirt, looking embarrassed and helpless. He gently grasped her hands in his own and pulled them away from her shirt. He then slowly started to fix the buttons, never undoing more than two at a time.
Sara wanted to faint. She wanted to run as fast as she could away from him. She wanted to let herself lean in a little closer...
Suddenly, Greg was finished helping her button up and was in the middle of tying his shoe. Sara tried her best to regain her composure, needlessly brushing her hands across the front of her correctly buttoned blouse.
Greg straightened up and casually stuck his hands in his jeans pocket, causing them to lower slightly and a strip of skin to peek out. "So," he started, "Breakfast?"
And there I leave you wanting more! More to come! R&R!