Chapter Six

Fox and Theresa walked down the dense, packed, and cluttered New York City sidewalk on their way to the theatre. There were quite a few tourists, as usual, but Theresa didn't seem to notice as she walked shoulder to shoulder with Fox. This morning, when Fox had showed up unexpectidly at her apartment, she had hurridly put on some slender, flared, and classy black pants with a smooth, white top. She assumed that after the movie, they would be discussing business and she wanted to look as professional as possible without over-doing it. Her beautiful hair was pulled half way up and half way down. As she was thinking of the day that was layed out before her with many uncertainties, Fox began speaking to her.

"So, Theresa. I really hope you don't mind this movie that I've picked out for the three of us to see."

"Oh. I'm sure that I will love it," replied Theresa, staring at Fox's head that continued to stare onward. As she was studying the very amusing, but ever-so charming look that came upon his face, every other thought had exited her head. She wasn't thinking about where she was or where she was going. And because of this, she wasn't really watching where she was going, either. Her tiny foot slipped off the sidewalk, and in doing so, her head hit a street sign. She fell very slowly to the ground beneath her. She grabbed her head in frustration and moaned in pain. She began rubbing the spot of infliction as if trying to wipe it away.

"Ooohhhh."

Fox very hurridly ran to her side, kneeling down to help her up. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking very concerned. Even though he found Theresa's past few motions very amusing, he was more concerned about her well-being and held all other motions inside. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Theresa's face was a sight to behold. When Fox saw it, he grinned to himself. Her nose was a bit scrunched and her mouth was slightly open. She looked so serious, which he found amusing.

His long, masculine hand rubbed Theresa's slender back. He began by massaging her shoulder, and then traced it down her back; rubbing as he went. The touch of his hand never left the shirt that covered her skin. However, for a moment, an image of Theresa's bare back flashed into his head. He wondered how her soft skin would feel under his hands. The image soon left him, however, and his hand's journey finally ended on her hip. He pulled her closer to him, and, in doing so, felt her breast rub casually on his side. She held on tightly to his opposite shoulder as he held onto hers. They very carefully walked side by side; dependent on eachother's movements.

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Bruce and Julie couldn't keep their hands off eachother throughout the rest of the day. Whenever Julie was free, Bruce was always in her office, kissing her. Secretly, Bruce wanted Julie. He wanted her bad. And he had been secretly attracted to her for a while now. Julie had just finished an important meeting as she came back into her office. Low and behold, Bruce was there.

Just as Julie had clicked the door shut behind her, Bruce pinned her against it and began kissing her ferociously. His hands shot up her shirt and rubbed her bare breasts. He continued rubbing them until they were hard points. Julie moaned and managed to lock the door behind her.

After having sex on her desk, she became digusted with herself. How could I do this to Fox? she asked herself. After many minutes of thinking, she decided not to tell him. If he ever found out, she thought, it would devistate him. I could never live with myself. She loved Fox, she thought once more, and she wanted to be with him forever.

Bruce had left her office a few minutes earlier to catch up on his work. She decided that she needed to speak with him, and she had to do it now before the situation carried itself any further into the hole she had already dug.

"Bruce, I need to talk to you."

"What about, babe?"

"I can't do this anymore. I feel so disgusted with myself. I love Fox and I just don't see how I could ever be unfaithful to him. I'm not doing this anymore."

Bruce tried to kiss her again, but this time, Julie's hand slapped his face with such velocity that he fell to the floor.

"Leave me the hell alone," she managed to say as she flung herself out of his office and headed to find Fox.

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Even though she was feeling much better and really didn't need his assistance, Theresa clung to Fox as they entered into the small theatre. She liked the feeling and hadn't been held like this in a long time. Whenever she turned her face upward to look at his, he clenched her tighter. And whenever he did this, she snuggled in closer to him. They continued walking like this until they reached their seats and sat down. Fox decided that the front row would be best. Clarissa was standing in the back, waiting for them when they finally arrived. Theresa's mishap had slowed them down, causing Clarissa to jump ahead of them in speed. Theresa sat on Fox's left side, and Clarissa on his right. Fox made his final physical contact with Theresa by rubbing her arm and asking, "Want anything?"

"Can you get me some popcorn, please? I'll pay for it when you come back."

"Want anything, Clarissa?"

"No thanks, Mr. Crane. But thanks for asking."

Fox ever-so-slowly lifted himself up out of his seat and began walking to the concession area. He quickly ordered, payed, and recieved his popcorn and Milk Duds in a mere 20 seconds.

"Here you go, Theresa. Feeling better?"

"Yes, much better. Thanks, Mr. Crane."

"Like I said many times before, call me Fox," he responded.

"What happened?" Asked Clarissa, unaware of the past events.

"Theresa had a little trouble along the way. She hit her head on a street sign." Fox somewhat chuckled to himself as he spoke these words. They amused him. "But, she's much better now as you can see."

"Wasn't she watching where she was going?"

"Apparently not."

"Are you okay, miss?" Asked Clarissa, leaning forward so that her gaze went around Fox's body and landed upon Theresa.

"I'm fine, Clarissa. No need to get all worred."

Just then, the previews began to start. Theresa munched on her popcorn as if she hadn't eaten in a long time. For some reason, the popcorn filled a craving that she had been having all day. She wasn't really sure what the craving was, but she didn't care. The small sized popcorn was gone in five minutes.

Fox was secretly watching Theresa out of the corner of his eye and leaned toward her and whispered, "For a small person, you sure do have a big appetite." Theresa could feel his warm breath upon her skin and she could smell his scent. She had to admit, that she liked what she smelled.

"That's me for ya," replied Theresa, smiling as she stared at Fox's amazing face. It was staring at her and was looking over every feature of her own face. He laughed, winked, and then turned back and began eating his milk duds.

As Fox was whispering to her, she was nervously playing with the ring that she wore on her right hand; twirling it and rubbing it. And just now, she dropped it. Oh, great, she thought as she arose from her chair and bended down to search for it. When Fox looked over, Theresa wasn't in her seat. It surprised him at first, but then noticed her rapidly searching on the floor beside him.

"Theresa, what's wrong?"

"I dropped my ring and I can't find it." She was getting very frustrated as she bended as low as she could go and stuck her head underneath the seat. Her hand landed on something sticky as she was moving her hand around. Oh, gross. she thought.

"Need help?" asked Fox. When Theresa didn't respond, he decided to come down anyway. Theresa looked over to her left to see if she could make out Fox, but her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet and she saw nothing but the color black. Once she came to this realization, she began searching once more. As she groped with her hand, she landed on something different than before. It wasn't sticky, and it most definitely wasn't her ring. It was large and soft. And as she continued to feel, she felt knuckles. Just then, she realized what she had been feeling and hurridly moved her hand away.

"I'm--Uh, Sorry about that."

"It's okay. Could happen to anyone." replied Fox, smiling a smile that only the darkness concealed.

"Hey, I found it!" Fox exclaimed as he tried to get up; forgetting where he was. He banged the back of his head on the seat, let out a groan, and began rubbing the spot of infliction. Theresa managed to giggle when the events of what happened to herself earlier ran through her head. They both had bumped their heads and the thought of big bumps made her smile uncontrollably.

However, she managed to turn her head to the left and lean over in hopes of finding her ring. But instead, felt her lips brush Fox's cheek. And just as this happened, Fox turned his head and his lips accidentally touched hers. Just for a brief moment, their parted lips were touching. Theresa could feel Fox's warm breaths. For a second, Theresa thought she felt Fox's bottom lip move to envelope her bottom lip, but just as fastly as the lips had come together, they parted. Theresa's heart was fluttering wildly in her chest, as she breathed in deeply; wondering what had just happened. Had Fox attempted to kiss her? Or was it just a figment of her imagination? She just couldn't decide as Clarissa's voice echoed softly in the distance.

"Are you two alive down there?"