Zain walked into SunHill the next morning and knocked on the door to Samantha's office. He walked in and sat down in front of her. She looked up from her work and smiled.
"You wanted to see me Guv?"
"Call me Sam!" She said "Anyway we haven't had anything new overnight apart from a sighting of Turner buying milk at his local off license."
"Thrilling!" Zain replied. She nodded.
"I think we should go through his bank accounts again and check his bills. Make sure he hasn't made out or received any large payments!" Zain nodded, standing up making towards the door. She stood up herself and moved to block his path.
"Wait a minute. There's something else I want to talk to you about!"
He looked at her not understanding what was going on. She gazed into his eyes, he gazed back completely lost.
"Zain, I saw you last night staring at me!" She said suddenly. "And I saw Marc glaring at you!" She looked guiltily at the floor. "I'm sorry ... He's just quite protective you know?"
"I heard he cheats on you!" Zain said suddenly, regretting it. She looked at the ground again. "But you already know that don't you?" She nodded.
"Jo says that he let's his mates touch you!" He said, feeling that he had perhaps been a bit personal there.
He could see tears in her eyes. He hated Marc for the way that he treated her. He was tearing her apart. The old Samantha Nixon that he knew would never let anyone mess her around. She was tough and kicked ass despite being the smallest copper at SunHill.
He stepped up to her and hugged her as tears began to fall. He put his arms around her as she rested her head on his shoulder. They seemed to fit together perfectly. He rubbed her back, feeling the shape of her body. She buried her face into his clothes, he smelt of expensive aftershave.
She pulled away and looked into his dark eyes. She stepped towards him and leant up to kiss him. He stepped back for a second, not expecting it. She kissed him again, pressing against him, her hands exploring his chest. He kissed her back, she was so soft and so sweet. He rested his hands on her waist and pulled her closer towards him.
She suddenly pulled away. He looked at her, thinking that she might have regrets. She let go of him and went to the door. He was confused, he didn't understand what she was doing. He suddenly heard the key in the door lock. Now he understood.
She turned around and walked back to him, sitting in front of him on the edge of the desk. She looked at him expectantly, smirking playfully. He approached her. Standing before her and staring into her green eyes. She leant up and kissed him softly. He deepened the kiss, wanting to claim every inch of her mouth. Samantha began to lean back, she pulled Zain with her so that they were lying on her desk together. Her hair cascaded over the side of the desk where it shone in the sunlight.
Zain leant down to kiss down her neck making her giggle. He loved it when she laughed, it was so cute and made him want to laugh himself. Her hands fell to his shirt buttons where she began to unbutton them. He loved the feel of her her cool fingers against his warm skin as she teased his buttons undone ... Zain awoke suddenly, the sun shining into his hotel room. He felt dazed as if he had been asleep for days. He looked at the clock as the dream filtered back into his mind.
Had he really dreamt of getting off with Samantha? What was he doing? She's engaged, he told himself. She might not be happily engaged but she is engaged. He got up and began to get dressed. He sighed, knowing that after that dream he wouldn't be able to look at her in the same way again. When they had a meeting in her office later on, he knew that he wouldn't be able to think of anything else. He knew today would be a very interesting day ...