I wanted to use this opportunity to thank for the responses I've been getting. You know who you are and I just wanted you to know that you guys are the reason I continue this story.

Now, get ready for some romance!


"Hi Don," Charlie answered the phone trying not to sound too upset with the fact that Don interrupted him before he had a chance to kiss Amita.

"Charlie, are you okay? You sound a little…weird." Obviously he failed.

"No, I'm fine. What's up?"

"You know the shed you told us about?"

"Yeah, did you find anything?"

"We think she was held there against her will by the guy who kidnapped her. We found blood on the walls. The blood spatter is consistent with the victim's wounds. We also lifted a few prints and luckily for us our guy had a previous record and we were able to find a match. We're bringing him in as we speak."

"Wow, that's great. Don, that's really good news."

"Yeah, I just thought I should let you know."

"Thanks, I'll tell Amita."

"Okay bye."

"Bye."

He closed his phone and put it back into his breast pocket.

"They think they found the guy." He told Amita.

"That's good to hear." It was a nice feeling to be able to help people who lacked the ability to help themselves.

"Yeah it is."

Both of them smiled at the sudden awkwardness. It was quiet in his office. The blinds were closed trying to keep the heat from coming inside. Not that it was working or anything. They both knew the heat in his office wasn't a result of the weather, not entirely anyway.

"Amita…"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?" He knew the answer to his question even before the words left his mouth.

"I'd love to Charlie."

"So…I'll pick you up around seven."

"I'll be waiting."

Charlie nodded and Amita turned around and left Charlie alone in his office. If the dinner tonight would turn out only half as good as their lunch it would still be a good date. No, scratch that. It would still be a wonderful date. They really hit it off. The chemistry between the two of them was…unbelievable.

Before Charlie got a chance to sort out the papers on the desk, Amita came back. She didn't say anything. She just entered the office, closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it. Charlie looked up and saw her standing there looking at him.

"Hi." He started. "Did you forget anything?"

"Yeah, this…" She let go of her purse on her way over to him. She didn't remember when or if she even heard it hit the floor but she didn't care. There was only one thing in her head right now and nothing could stop her from doing the thing she wanted to do the most. Not even a stupid cell phone.

When Amita was close enough she placed both of her hands on his cheeks and pulled him towards her. As soon as their lips touched everything else was forgotten. She could feel him respond to her kiss and it made her even more aroused. His hands went up her back and caressed her through her black shirt.

The sensation made her bolder and soon her hands were under his shirt and caressed his skin. He shivered under her touch. If she could do that I can do this, he thought and before Amita realized what was going on he had her pressed up against the wall. She moaned at his sudden move. They shouldn't be doing this in here, in his office. It was still working hours and the door was unlocked. That thought disappeared as soon as she felt how aroused he was. She bucked against his hips and he moaned into her mouth.

They never wanted to let go of each other but the lack of air forced them to break apart. By now both of them were damp with sweat. Her hands were still under his shirt when he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. Both of them gasped for air. Neither one of them knew how long they stood like that but their breaths were almost back to normal when he lifted his head to look into her eyes.

"What was that for?" He whispered with a hint of surprise in his voice. Not that he was complaining or anything. She leaned closer and whispered back into his ear.

"For being you." She said but kept her mouth by his ear before she continued. "You still up for tonight?"

"Absolutely." He whispered back.

She let him go and went to look for her purse on the floor before she left him alone in his room…again. This time she didn't come back. That was probably for the best. Now he had a chance to calm down. Twenty minutes later he left work and headed out to his car. He had to change his clothes and he was in a desperate need of a shower. A cold one.

The hours went faster than he realized. The next time Charlie glanced at his watch it was almost half past six. He should get going in case he got stuck in a traffic jam. He definitely didn't want to be late on their first official date.

He arrived just in time, actually he still had five minutes to spare but who's counting? Amita lived on the third floor and since the elevator was out of order he had to take the stairs.

A knock on the door got her attention. It wasn't every night she had a chance to have dinner with Charlie. Amita took a deep breath before she took the handle in her hand and opened the door.

"Hi." She answered when she saw who it was.

"Hi, wow you look…you're beautiful Amita."

"Thanks Charlie, you don't look too bad yourself." He smiled at her before he gave her the flowers he had in his hand.

"Thank you. They are beautiful."

"I know how much you like lilies so…"

"I love them. I'm just going to put them in some water and then we can go. You can come in if you want." She said and left the door open for him to come in. He could hear her in the kitchen trying to find a vase for the flowers. In the mean time Charlie was looking at some of the photos she had in her bookshelf. In one photo he could see Amita together with another young woman. He recognized her as one of Amita's friends from school. In another one he could see Amita and an older lady, most likely her grandmother.

"That one is taken in India," she said when she found Charlie in the living room. The Milton price money made it possible for Amita and her grandmother to visit India during the spring break a couple of weeks ago.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm…it was the first day. We had just left the airport. I can show you the rest of the photos if you want. Not today though since we're going out to dinner but another time maybe."

"I'd love to see them."

"Okay then. Speaking of dinner, where are we going anyway?" She asked and took her shoes in her hand and opened the front door.

"Do you like Italian?"

"I love Italian," She said and held the door open. When she noticed he wasn't coming she looked at him and saw him staring at her.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to wear those," He said and pointed to the shoes in her hand.

"Are you kidding. The elevator is broken and there is no way I'm going to walk down the stairs in these heels," She said and smiled when she heard him chuckle. He followed her out and closed the door behind them.

The dinner was great. No, it was more than just great, it was terrific. When they got to the restaurant she noticed he left the cell phone in his car. He didn't want another interruption like the previous one. She smiled at his little gesture and when he rushed around the car to open the door for her, she thought the evening couldn't be any better. She was wrong.

When Charlie walked her to her door after dinner he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. He fought the urge to follow her into the apartment. He didn't want to ruin the day by doing something irrational. They said goodbye and that was the end of a perfect evening.


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