Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad people like this story. There will be one more chapter after this, focusing on their date. It should be up sometime within the next few days.
What happened between us in the parking lot last night hasn't left my mind in over twelve hours. I'm sitting in my office, staring at something off in space as I go over the events again. Sara and I, what, made out. Okay, that's cool. No, it was more than making out; by the way, I only know the term 'making out' because Lindsey frequently uses it when she's on the phone with her friends, which is pretty much all the time.
Going back to what I was originally going over, it was more than making out. It was passion, unbridled lust. It was awesome.
A silly grin tugs at the corners of my lips for an unknown reason. It's been exactly ten hours since I last saw Sara and I wonder where she is. I know she's here tonight; I caught glimpses of her as she rounded a corner or went into the lab. I wanted to talk to her but I couldn't risk other people overhearing.
The leggy brunette scared me as she suddenly strode into my office, her usual pissed off scowl covering her face. "Cath, we need to talk," She whispered.
"Okay," I responded hesitantly. "I'm listening."
"I want to apologize for last night." She takes a few steps into my office and closes the door behind her. No, not only closes, but locks it just seconds later when she thinks I'm not watching her hands. Wrong; oh so wrong.
"Sara, there is no need to apologize. But could you unlock the door? I want it—"
She interrupts me with a kiss. An extremely passionate, hard yet gentle kiss. The one I've been dreaming about since last night. Despite my mind's will to allow her to continue this, it can't happen at work.
"Sara, not here," I gasp, pulling away from her. She whimpers and it has to be the cutest thing I've ever heard. I feel the need to reassure her that it will happen in due time. "I don't mind this. It just can't happen here at the lab."
Now Sara has that mischievous look on her face, the one I've seen so many times before. She's got something up her sleeve, and unfortunately, I'm eager to see just what she has planned.
She sits on the edge of my desk right in front of me, locks one long leg around the base of my chair and pulls me closer to her. We're so close now that I can feel the heat her body is generating. Holy shit, that's close. I realize my breath is ragged and am astounded by the effect she has on me.
"Sara, I'm serious. Not here!" I push my chair backward, away from her. I cannot be this close to her, I just can't. No way in hell I can sit so closely in front of her and not wish she'd take me, right then and there.
"Fine," She sighed. "You're loss."
She strides out of my office, her hips seductively swaying back and worth, and when she gets just a few feet outside the door she shot me a smile that nearly made my insides melt. Damn; she's good.
Wednesday couldn't possibly get here fast enough.