After church, Buffy changed into a pale yellow sundress, taking off her charcoal suit and hanging it in the closet. Spritzing herself with ENDLESS LOVE by Victoria's Secret, she adjusted her hair and make up, getting in her car to go to her store. Having a quick lunch, she cleaned up, wanting the minutes to go by faster.

Promptly at 4:00 pm, there was a knock on the back door. Checking herself in the mirror, she answered the door, seeing him standing there. Dressed in jeans and a green t-shirt, he looked even hotter than he did yesterday. 'Calm yourself, Buffy. He's Alden's teacher.' "Hey, come on in." "I hope I'm not too early." "No problem. Come in."

For the next 6 hours, they organized the pictures. Buffy scanned the selected ones into the computer, while they talked about their families, friends, jobs, and other little nonsense topics. By 10:00 pm, they were finished. both exhausted.

"Thanks for helping me, Buffy." "I had a good time doing it...uh, helping you, with your project. Your parents will love it." Making like he was about to kiss her on the cheek, he changed his mind, his lips landing firmly on hers instead, Taking a sharp inhale of breath, she pushed him away.

"We can't, Angel." "Why not?" "You're my son's teacher." "So?" he asked, slinking towards her, trapping her between the wall and his washboard, cotton covered abs. "You're an incredibly attractive woman, Buffy. I'd be a fool to not want you right now." "Please don't Angel." His lips on hers again quieted any nonsense about stopping. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, no mistaking that. Sweeping her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed in her office, lying down with her. As each item of clothing fell to the floor, they made love, slow, romantic, perfect. She hadn't felt this way since Jason.

Rolling off of her, she smiled at him, burying her hands through his hair, pulling him down for another kiss. "This isn't a one night stand, is it Angel? Because if it is, Alden won't be very happy with you." "I'd think he'd have a different reason for not being happy with me," he whispered, running his hand up and down her inner thigh. "Well, yeah, but he's very protective of me. He's a very stubborn 14 year old boy." "I know." "So, as long as you keep loving me like this, making me happy, there'll be no problems." "None what so ever," he said, thrusting into her agian and again. "Now please shut up so I can make love with you."