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"Seduction is the dark side of passion, the need to bend another to our will."

The restroom was quiet as Emily walked up to him. The men's stalls were empty; Erik thanked God that they were alone. Though he wanted to move, he found himself unable to as if Emily was the dangerous black widow slowly making her way to her catch. God, she's trapped me. He thought to himself as he closely watched her.

Gently she placed her hands to his chest, smiling seductively as she leaned

forward to give him a kiss. "Are you stalking me Erik?" she asked teasing him.

They were practically both eye level, mentally, Erik wondered how he never noticed how tall she was. Christine was not so tall, when ever she went to kiss him, she always had to tip toe yet even with that she was still too short. Friends of the couple always made small jokes about Christine's height of course she'd just laugh it off and say that she was not short but petite.

"Erik?" She asked again trying to gain back his attention.

Quickly he turned his full attention back towards her, a smile still planted on her face. Without noticing it, he kissed her. Not caring where exactly they were both at they continued to kiss, opening her mouth just slightly Emily felt Erik's tongue enter. A slight moan escaped her lips as she felt him push her back wards, soon finding herself against the sink.

His hands began to roam her back as she began to unbutton his white shirt. "Perhaps," He breathed. "We should…continue this at…" How forgetful he was at the moment. Here he was in the men's restroom with a beautiful woman while just outside the door where dozens of people totally unaware of what was happening.

"I don't think that's possible." She commented.

Suddenly he became aware where he was at and who he was with and who was waiting outside for him.

Christine!

Christine was innocently sitting by herself by the window, watching in amazement as she saw the streets cometo lifeas it got later into the night. It was as if the world was more alive during the night then during the day. Where is Erik? She asked herself. The young male waiter approached the table holding the small brown tray in one hand that contained their drinks.

"Will you be taking your order now, Miss?" He asked as he placed their drinks on the table.

"Umm yes," She answered. "I will just be having a tuna sandwich and he will have the same I think." Honestly she was not sure what to get him. This was the first time for her at the restaurant and she was not sure what Erik usually ordered but of course, she remembered him telling her to order the same thing that she ordered for him. Speaking of Erik she thought, he had been gone for a very long time.

Back inside the men's restroom, Erik was standing in front of the mirror trying to re-button his shirt as Emily slightly leaned against the sink with her arms folded against her chest. "Why are you here anyway Emily?"

"I couldn't wait for Friday."

Smirking, Erik rubbed off the lip stick stain on his lips with his hands before washing his hands clean. Quickly he ran his hands through his hair, sleeking it back. "I'll call you alright?"

Before he could leave, Emily placed her hand on his arm to prevent him from leaving. As they looked into each others eyes, she placed her fingers lightly at the edges of his mask. "Will you ever show me what is behind this-"

Angrily he growled as he roughly grabbed her by the wrist. "Is that all you wanted?"

She did not answer but laughed. "Don't you like it when you play rough?"

Christine…

Shaking his head he quickly pulled away from her and left the restroom. How long had he been there? Was she still there waiting?

A smile of relief appeared on his face as he walked casually towards the table where Christine was sitting at. "Sorry it took me a while, I was at a phone call."

"With whom?"

Shrugging his shoulders he took a seat. "Thomas, I forgot to ask him to have some things ordered by tomorrow."

The waiter nervously approached the table and began to put the plates of tuna sandwich in front of them.

"Tuna?" He asked as he scrunched up his nose.

"Tuna is good, besides, you told me to get you the same thing as I did."

Nodding he picked up half of the sandwich and took a bite of it. The taste was disgusting. Placing the half bitten piece back onto the plate Erik took a drink from his coffee.

Christine laughed as she noticed his expression. "Perhaps if you weren't on the phone for so long you wouldn't have gotten tuna and the coffee wouldn't be so cold."

At that moment, Erik saw Emily just leaving the back and was passing the bar. She did not look at him but casually walked by. Christine noticed her for a moment but did not think anything and went back to finishing her sandwich.

"Do you know her?" She asked suddenly.

He stared at her. "No why?"

"Nothing," she answered. "She just looks like someone who everyone would know."

Shaking his head, Erik quickly tried to change to subject. "Are you done? Let me get the check. Waiter?" The young waiter who was talking to the bar tender and writing some things down on a note pad was nudged in the arm. Turning around he saw Erik motion him to come over and give him the bill.