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Mercedes glanced down at the paperwork in front of her, she had to make sure each page was edited and proofed before she handed it over to Sam, there was no point in giving it to him beforehand, he would just ask for it to be completed anyways, so instead of wasting both their times she just cut out the middleman. Since the night of the sleepover, her mind was plagued with thoughts of Sam. She didn't mean for him to dominate her thoughts, he was just so confusing to her. One minute she felt like they could be friends and the next she figured he hated her.

She shook it off, no matter what might have happened or didn't happen or she wanted to happen, it couldn't. Sam was her boss, Sam was engaged and they were from two different worlds. After talking to Santana she figured the only reason she even thought she felt something for Sam was because she was single and it had been a while since she had the company of a man. Its why she set Mercedes up on a date with one of Brittany's friends. Mercedes wanted to argue and say no but she really didn't have a reason for not going. Plus that would give Santana even more reason to believe there was something going on between Mercedes and Sam.

Grabbing the papers she grabbed a manilla folder and placed them inside, going to Sam's office door and knocking. She smoothed down her grey pantsuit with lavender blouse, she add a pair of lavender heels to give her height. "Mr. Evans I have those files you needed."

Sam knew going away for the weekend was a bad idea. He had entirely too much work that needed to be done. Yea he should delegate, but he is a perfectionist through and through. Though, he had to admit that he had a really nice time with the Changs and Quinn. He was able to relax and leave thoughts of work behind him. Well almost.

Thoughts of Mercedes entered his mind at different points on their weekend getaway. He didn't know why, nor was he questioning it. He already knew he was attracted to her, no sense in denying it. But what he doesn't understand is that he has had attractions to other people besides Quinn before, and they never lingered in his mind, so he didn't understand why Mercedes was holding a permanent position in his head.

Coming back to work today wasn't easy for a number of reasons. His mind was still on vacation mode, and being around Mercedes confused him. He was a professional, and wouldn't let his thoughts or confusion show in the office. Besides, he needed to focus on these accounts and making deadlines and securing these new multi-million dollar accounts by the end of the month. Mercedes voice interrupted his thoughts. And he was glad because he needed those files ASAP.

"Come in Mercedes." He gathered the papers on his desk and try to organize them so he could make room for the new files. He looked at the time and saw that it was half past seven and sighed. Looks like it was going to be a long night.

Mercedes walked into the office and handed him the files. "They are all proofed and coordinated, all they need is your once over and signature." She watched him check the time, though she was prepared to leave she didn't feel right leaving Sam there alone. Her dinner reservation was at 8, but she could skip it, work did come first.

"Is there anything else you need? You haven't eaten anything since lunch, I can order you something?"

Sam gave her a small smile as he took the files. "Thank you Mercedes. But I think that is all. I have a lot of work to do, but I don't think it's something you can help me with." Sam paused a bit, thinking of something his mother told him last night. "When you were my mother's assistant, what things did you help her with? I assumed that assistance answered phones, got coffee, and filed paperwork. Did you do more than that?"

She wasn't surprised to hear him say that, she knew he wouldn't accept her help, though she was surprised at his question. "Your mom took the time to show me what needed to be done, not just the filing but how to do the cost analyst, the projections and how to spot building code errors on the contract. I basically write then all up now. I guess she saw something in me because she wanted me to be better. So I don't mind helping if you want me too. And I am a fast learner so if there is something else you might need I can take it over." She chewed her bottom lip before speaking again. "I know I am not educated like you, but you don't have to do things alone."

Sam took the time and actually listened to what she said. Yea there were plenty of competent people in this office who he could make stay late and give him a hand, but he also didn't want to seem like he couldn't handle his responsibilities. He knows an office scandal can be made out of anything. But Mercedes seems like she isn't the one to judge and she seems eager to help. And if his mother put her trust in Mercedes and wasn't disappointed, then he can try and do the same. Besides, it's getting late and if he doesn't make it home tonight, his girlfriend will be pretty pissed off.

"Okay. So I'm going to go out on a limb here and trust you." He gave her three files, and attached to those files were his notes about the account and what they wanted. "Can you draft contracts for these three accounts? All of the information is in the file. You can work at my computer since it would have more programs that you would need." Sam took got up from his desk and walked over to his couch where his bag was. "I'll work on my laptop. If you need help, you can ask and I won't get pissy or anything. I'll help you." Sam knew his parents trusted her and his mother told him that there were days that she would have had a melt down if it wasn't for Mercedes. So he figured it was time to trust his parents instinct as well as his own.

To say she was shocked was an understatement, though she would never show it or tell him that. She pulled out her phone shooting Santana a text as she moved to his desk. "I can do it no problem." She placed her phone on the desk and threw her hair into a ponytail. Removing her suit jacket, she pulled out his chair. "Thank you, for, trusting me. I won't let you down." Sitting in his chair she began to get to work.

Glancing up to Sam every once and a while, try as she might she just couldn't figure out what his deal was. Thought she would never question him, he was her boss, she did often wonder if he knew what he was giving off. Knocking out the first contract she moved onto the second one in record time, though this one was giving her a bit of a problem. It was for the museum. Before Evan's Corp could do the remodel they had to agree on the look. She glanced down at Sam's notes and back at the contract. It seemed like they were going to come in over budget if both parties didn't hurry and agree to the price, its why the contract needed to be sent out ASAP.

"Mr. Evans, I umm I need your help here. It says in your notes that the estimated cost for the remodel was going to be $250,000. But on the contract they sent over that I am revising, the budget is $200,000...I am not sure which price to go with?"

Sam kept glancing at Mercedes every so often and pretending he was glancing at her working, when in reality he was just admiring her from afar. He didn't think anything was wrong with it or that he was hurting anyone because no one had to know what was going on in his head. He thought her concentration faces were adorable, the way she scrunch up her nose or put her pen in her mouth. She was also a bit distracting because he had his own work cut out for him. Again, her voice brought him out of his trance.

"Oh, um…let me see."

Sam put his laptop and papers aside before getting up from the couch and walking over to stand next to his desk, leaning over to see the files and his notes. Being this close to her wasn't doing anything to stamp down his growing attraction. Especially her scent. He didn't know anything about perfume, but whatever Mercedes had on, smelled sexy. And that wasn't even a word he would use to describe someone's scent. But it was the kind of smell that could tempt any man, and he was definitely one of them. He had to shake his head to get back to the task at hand or he would be in trouble.

After a few minutes of reading the over the files and his notes, Sam honestly didn't know which one they agree to.

"Just put the 200,000 budget, and send it to them with an intern right away. Make sure they know they have twenty four hours to bring up any problems with the contract after signing. If they figure is too low, we will make the adjustments. But don't bring the figure to their attention unless they bring it up first."

Mercedes knew there was something about Sam that caught her eye, she wasn't blind the man was gorgeous, but what she didn't expect was every time he was close to her, her body would react on its own. He hovered over her and she shuddered at the smell of him, the sense of him near her. His voice, it touched her deep in her soul. The softness and care he used when speaking to her, not making her feel like an idiot, but making her feel like she truly was a part of his team. She looked up to him as he told her what she needed to do and nodded. "Right away Mr. Evans." She said softly, though she didn't dare move yet.

She swallowed hard as her eyes traced the outline of his face. From his clean shaven jaw up to his lips, she could imagine how those lips felt against her, up to his eyes. The piercing green eyes that could see through to the depths of her soul she was sure. Realizing she was staring her eyes grew wide and she turned back to the computer to add what he stated and hit Print. "Umm I am going to grab the papers to send them." She said standing from his chair. She turned to him forcing her eyes to focus on the his and not any other part of his body, and closing her mind off to the thoughts of anything else. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

She stood close enough to him to touch, but far enough away that she wouldn't be tempted to do just that.

Sam doesn't understand this magnetic pull to her. He barely knows anything about her and can guaranteed that it's just an attraction. And when she stands up, he heels making her taller than what she is, he still thinks it's cute how short she actually is. He is still towering over her. And her eyes. They are so big and doe like and holds so much expression in them. And her lips, he just thinks the way she bites them is sexy as all heck, and the fullness of them makes him want to bite them also. Then he wants to shake himself because where are these damn thoughts coming from. Maybe it's because she is a mystery, and if that's the case, then he needs to make her not a mystery.

"Are you hungry? You've been working hard all day and I don't know if you took a lunch today, but I know I didn't and I'm starving. Why don't we take a bit of break for some dinner? I can order something for us."

Would he never stop surprising her? She hoped not, she truly liked this side to him. "Sure I can eat, I didn't really eat much at lunch so dinner sounds great. I am just going to fax this contract and check on the twins then I will be back. But what were you thinking about ordering?"

Sam thought about the different restaurants around that were still opened. "There's that Italian restaurant around the corner. We can order from there, though delivery make take a little over an hour."

Italian? The last time Mercedes had Italian, it was because it was Spaghetti night at home. "Ummm would you mind if we did something simple? You know like Pizza or a Burger and Fries. There is a place that delivers, they have the best double deluxe burger this side of town, it has provolone cheese, mushrooms, onions, and the meat itself is out of this world." She didn't know if he was a burger guy but she took a chance.

The last time Sam had a good burger, he was in college. He missed the simpler days. "Okay, I'm putting my trust in you in regard to my stomach. So put in the order, and I'll pay when they deliver."

Mercedes smiled brightly. "Trust me you will not be disappointed. Your parents were too, both skeptics and I got them onboard with this place, I am sure you will be too." She shouldn't have been so excited to order dinner but something about the way he said he trusted her just moved her. "Let me go order and send off these faxes… Milkshakes okay with you or are you a rootbeer float kinda guy?"

At the sound of rootbeer float, Sam's eyes lit up and a smile graced his face. The last time he had a rootbeer float was in high school at the senior carnival. "Rootbeer float. Definitely a rootbeer float. I haven't had that in over a decade."

Mercedes shook her head. "That is just sad, who punished you by taking those off of your food menu? I have to have one at least once a month, benefits of the twins." She turned to walk away but stopped. "Thanks for trusting me Sam, it means alot." She walked out the door and went to her phone, placing the order right away. Two Deluxe Burger meals with fries and Rootbeer Floats. She was glad she had a light lunch, because this was definitely worth enjoying with Sam.

Sam smiled at her as she walked out of the office before going back to his couch and finishing up the contract he was working on.

After she ordered the food, she sent the contract over to the Museum via fax and pulled out her phone. Kurt was watching the twins, it was supposed to be because of her date but this was better than sitting in some restaurant wondering if she should have just stayed home.

"Hey Merce, how come San called over here saying you ditched her date?"

Mercedes laughed. "I did not. I am working late."

"You mean "Mr. Evans" is working late and making you watch." She shook her head at his tone when saying Mr. Evans.

"Actually no, I am working late as well. I don't know what happened but he is trusting me with writing up the contracts."

"Really? Well maybe San was right after all."

"What do you mean she was right?"

"She said you and your boss were caught making out last week."

"Okay first of all we were not making out, there was something on my face and he got it off. There is nothing going on with us, we are just finally working well together."

Kurt was silent for a moment before he spoke up, "You know I love you, so don't take this the wrong way, but who are you trying to convince, me or you? Because you sound more like you are trying to tell yourself there is nothing going on."

Mercedes looked at the office door, it was still closed. She moved a little further away and licked her lips. "Okay look, I find Sam really hot, like down right sexy, but he is my boss, he is engaged and its inappropriate, so I am trying to stop myself from making a fool out of me."

"Okay that I understand."

She sighed leaning against the wall, she didn't need to fall for a taken man. "Maybe I should reschedule that date, I mean its time right? Maybe I am attracted to Sam because he is the first guy in a long time I have been around this much. Dating will help."

"I sure hope so, because you deserve the best Merce."

"Thanks Boo, now how are the twins?"

"They are great, homework is done so we are just watching a movie now. They can just sleep over here and I can take them to school if you want?"

"Oh that would be great Kurt thanks. I gotta go but I will text you later."

After they hung up she turned to go back into the office, she wanted to finish the last contract before the food was delivered.

Sam had sent a text to Quinn saying he would be home extremely late. Mike and Blaine both sent him text messages saying they were leaving for the night. He just thought they were lucky bastards. Though he guesses being here alone with Mercedes isn't bad at all. He is enjoying her company, but something she said earlier was bothering him. When she stepped back into his office, he had to ask her.

"I completely forgot that you're a caregiver. If you need to get home to the twins you can. I don't mean to keep you from them."

Mercedes looked at Sam when she entered the room and shook her head. "Oh no worries, they are with Kurt tonight, I was supposed to go out but thankfully you saved me from that." She sat back down at his desk. "Thank you though, for worrying."

"You don't have to thank me at all. I'm supposed to be decent to my employees and shouldn't get a pat on the back when I am." Sam knew what people said about him in the office. He was power hungry, a hot head, a jackass, and every other name you could think of. So to fix that, he had to start treating people with respect if he expect respect back. "And I guess I won't feel too bad if I saved you from going out. Though I am curious what plans you had."

Mercedes nodded. "I guess that is true, and if it makes any difference to you, people are noticing that change in you." She wouldn't lie she was among the few who didn't like Sam when he arrived, but he was definitely growing on her, whether she wanted him to or not." She glanced at him and sighed. "My friends think its time for me to get out there and start dating, so they set me up on a blind date. Last time they did that, I was stranded at a mall for three hours. I don't have the best luck with guys."

Sam doesn't know what the dating life is. He's never really been on date with the intentions of just hanging out with someone. There was always an ulterior motive when he did go out with girls.

"Well, it was definitely his lost. But I am sorry to keep you from your blind date. I tend to forget that other people have social lives. Were you able to reschedule? And if you would rather be there then in here, I completely understand."

Sam didn't know why he hated the whole blind date thing for her when he barely knew her, but it rubbed him the wrong way.

Mercedes shook her head. "Yeah no thanks, trust me when I say I would rather be here working than there. I just, its never been a big deal for me to date you know? I mean I go out and have fun when I need to but not many guys understand that I am for all intended purposes a mom." She didn't even know why she was telling him this, it just seemed like the most natural thing to do."

She placed her hair behind her ears. "You should consider yourself lucky, to find your soulmate and know you get to spend the rest of your life with them, not everyone is that lucky."

"Yea but being a mom doesn't mean you can't go out and enjoy yourself." Sam didn't know where that was coming from because he was the last person to actually go out and enjoy themselves.

Sam chuckled at the whole soulmate comment. "Soulmate? Is that a thing?"

Mercedes glanced at him and nodded. "True, I just want to make sure I am doing what is best for the twins, they lost both parents I can't be selfish and not be there for them because I am out having fun." She stood from the desk and moved over to the couch where Sam was sitting, taking a seat next to him, she turned her body towards him. "Yes Soulmate is a real thing, at least I believe it is, you don't?"

"Oh, I guess I get it. I mean I don't have kids but I guess if I was responsible for Stevie and Stacy, I would want to make sure all of my decisions benefit them. But for some reason, though I barely know you, I don't think you have a selfish bone in your body." Sam never believed in soulmates. He thought that was just something hopeless romantics told themselves existed. "I don't believe in soulmates. I believe people are put in your life for a reason, and you make the best of a situation."

"You sound like my friends, they say the same thing about me too. But the truth is, I wouldn't have gotten as far as I have, without their help. The saying it takes a village is true." Mercedes' eyes widened at his words. "Make the best of a situation? That doesn't sound like love to me, you shouldn't have to make the best out of love. I believe there is that person out there who makes the other person better. You get near them and you are instantly better and genuinely happy. Life is too short to be unhappy, my parents, it took one night for them to know they found their soulmate, their best friend, their match. I want that, everyone should."

Sam didn't respond right away. He listened to her words but knew that wasn't in his life. He would never find his soulmate because he wouldn't be looking for them. His life and Quinn's life is mapped out. But before he could respond, the security had buzzed him. Sam stood and went to the desk to hear what was being said.

"Mr. Evans, your delivery is here."

"Can you send them up please. Thank you."

"Sure thing sir."

"The food is here finally. Now this better be the best burger or you're never living this down." Sam teased. He wanted to get away from the soulmate talk, it kind of made him a bit lonely when talking about it.

Mercedes wanted to hear Sam's point of view, but the food arrived. She knew she would get the chance later. She smiled as he turned to her. "Oh trust me it is, I guarantee you will love it. I am willing to make a wager." She said, she was confident that he was going to love it. As the delivery guy came into the room, she let Sam handle it as she kicked her heels off getting more comfortable on the couch. Taking her hair down from the ponytail she put it in and throwing it back up to a messy bun, she pulled one of her legs under her as she got comfortable. "Now bring that food over here I am starving."

Sam paid and tipped the delivery guy and brought the food over to the couch. "Oh, so this is a kick your shoes off and get comfortable kind of meal? Then I guess I should follow." He took off his shoes, and undid his tie and unbutton a few buttons on his shirt before sitting down on the couch next to Mercedes, and spreading the food out on the little coffee table in front of them. "So about this wager. What did you have in mind?"

Mercedes giggled. "This is a you might fall to sleep right after, kinda meal. Not even gonna lie about that." She watched him spread out the food. "Okay how about this, if the food blows your mind, you let me call you Sam and I can drop this Mr. Evans stuff?"

Sam raised his eyebrow at her in confusion. "I didn't even realize that you called me Mr. Evans, or that you wanted to call me Sam." He is just so used to everyone calling him Mr. Evans that he really thought nothing of it. "You can call me Sam starting now. And find another wager for us."

Mercedes shrugged. "I guess it just feels weird I mean I call your mom Mary." Smiled brightly chewing her bottom lip as she thought about it. "Okay Sam, how about you pick the wager I mean it is you that decides if its good or not."

"Okay, if this is the best burger I have ever eaten, then I'll send you in the twins on a weekend getaway, if it is the worst, then you have to help me plan the company picnic. Deal?"

"Seriously? Well then I guess you better get your wallet out then." She leaned forward and grabbed the napkins handing Sam a few and then handed him his container of a burger and fries. She lifted up the condiments and handed them to him as well. "I like mines with Ketchup and Mustard but there is mayo there if you want it. And it comes with lettuce and tomatoes, when I say deluxe I mean it." She said as she placed the straws into their floats and then took her own container. As if it was the most natural think in the world, she tool Sam's hand and bowed her head, saying a little prayer. Then opened up her container. The hot aroma was enough to elicit a soft moan from her.

Sam scoffed and was looking forward to digging in. But Mercedes startled him when she took his hand and said a prayer. Instead of listening to the prayer, he was staring her and her bowed head in aww. She didn't even know him well and she was praying with him. His relationship with God was a bit strained, but he appreciated this more than she would ever know. When she took her hand back, he missed the warmth, but didn't let it show on his face. He put ketchup and mustard on his burger, and took a big bite. He was immediately hit with so much flavor. The burger melted in his mouth and he now understood the moan she let out because he let out one while sinking into the tender burger. After he finished that bite, he wiped his mouth and looked at Mercedes with a big grin.

"I can't even pretend that it wasn't the best. That is so amazing, like really amazing. Where has it been my whole life?" Sam dug back in but this time added his fries to the burger.

Mercedes laughed at Sam's reaction trying her best to contain her thoughts as he moaned into his meal. How was it even possible for a make a sound as sexy as that. She shook her head digging into her own meal. "Well I guess we are going on vacation, but I will still help with the company picnic, because I actually love those events." She sat back dipping her fries in ketchup and eating a few. "Okay so how long has it been since you have had a good burger?"

"Honestly? College. Mike, Blaine and I had this tradition that every Friday, went to this place called Fun Burger, and we ate there all the time. The burgers weren't the best, but it was still a great place to hang out and just have fun. Besides, they were known more for their milkshakes anyway." Sam couldn't keep the grin off his face when he talked about his memories with Mke and Blaine. Never a dull moment with those two.

"Sounds like you guys have always had a lot of fun. We did too, that's how i discovered this place. Kurt, Santana and I were going to take the kids out to celebrate but there was this huge storm and we took refuge in this little burger joint. It didn't look like much but it was a nice place to wait out the storm. Then I noticed a picture on the wall. It was my parents. They were young, like 17/18 but it was them sharing a burger. Turns out the owner grew up with my grandparents on my dad's side and so their kids were friends with my parents. We decided to stay and learn more about our parents and the burgers were so amazing it just made the place even better. That was about five years ago and now we go maybe once a month."

She grabbed her drink taking a sip. "Okay I have to know, what were you like as a kid? Teen? Were you like Stevie? Or different?"

A Sam listened, he could tell that Mercedes was a family oriented person. And her friends were just an extension of that family. "Before I answer your question about childhood, though I feel like I should be compensate, I want to thank you for what you said to Blaine. He likes to act like he's invincible and nothing bothers him, but his family not accepting him is a bit thing. It was sweet of you to sympathize with him." Sam knew about all the heartache Blaine went through, and he won't say anymore on it, but it was cool that Mercedes addressed him.

"As far as how I was as a kid, I was your normal kid. I was big on comics, and movies, and video games really. Anyway, why are you so interested in my kid self?"

"No need to thank me, I saw the look on his face, not everyone is closed minded. "She left it at that, not wanting to go into much detail on the subject. She listened to him talk about himself as a kid and laughed. "Oh and let me guess, you played a sport, basketball? Maybe football? I can see you as a jock." She shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I want to know if you always had this work ethic. You work so hard and it seems like you never take a break unless someone makes you, just wanted to see if you were always like that."

She took one last sip of her drink before placing it and the container back onto the table. "So what is the verdict? Now that you have experienced the whole meal?"

"I did play some sports and was on the swim team. So yea I guess I was a jock." Sam finished up the rest of burger and fries and drunk his float. He burped into his hands amazed at how relaxed he felt. "I didn't become a workaholic until probably my last year in college. That's when everything was expected of me. But that's life. Besides, I'm learning to not take myself too seriously." He smiled at her, and then began cleaning up the things on the coffee table.

"This is by far the best burger I have tasted, so just tell me where you want to go for a weekend getaway and I will make it happen." Sam sat back and undid the top buttons on his pants. He felt like he could go to sleep any time now. "Thank you for an amazing experience, you're all right Ms. Jones. Definitely more than meets the eye. And I enjoyed learning little things about you. But if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your parents?"

"I knew it, you have the body of a jock for sure." She watched him closely for a moment. "I like you when you don't take yourself too seriously. You seem like a really cool person to be around. This version of you, its really nice to get to know."

"A body of a jock? I don't know about that, but I definitely do keep in shape. But thanks you for the compliment. Now I have feel like I need to even the ground and pay you one back. You have really soul searching beautiful eyes." Sam hoped he didn't take it too far, but that was the truth.

She lifted her other foot off the ground, placing her elbow on the edge of the sofa and leaning against her hand. "I told you, and you know normally I would tell you to keep your money, but honestly I think a trip would be fun. As long as you come too, and Quinn of course, you can bring Stevie and Stacey." His question caught her off guard. Sadness crept onto her features. "They died in a car crash. I had just gotten back to school, I was a freshman at Georgetown and got the call that they were hurt so I rushed back here, by the time I made it, I had to make some tough choices, but taking the twins, it was a no brainer. They were only 2, I couldn't let anyone else take my siblings." She looked to the floor. "I can only hope I am doing them proud."

Sam reached out his hand and laid them on top of Mercedes before scooting over closer to her. "I am so sorry for your lost. I can't imagine the pain that must have been on you. And all those cracks about you not having a decree was a real dick move. And apologize for that. And although I've only known you for a few weeks, I can tell that they are proud of you. You're an amazing sister and person. Your parents would have been really proud, and I'm only saying this because I know that if I was your parent, I would be extremely proud of you. You stepped up and put your siblings needs before your own. Not too many people would have done that."

Sam hated the defeated look in Mercedes eyes and didn't like her looking at the ground, so he reached out and put his finger under her chin so that she could look at him. "It's easy for people to say they would do the same thing if they were in your shoes. But until they are in your shoes, they don't know for sure. But you stepping up is remarkable. And as far as the trip goes, it would be just you and the twins and maybe your three friends you spoke about. You deserve it."

Though his words were something she had heard before, hearing them spoken from his lips meant the world to her. He lifted her chin and she looked at him, watery brown eyes stared back at him. She wanted to speak but there wasn't much she could say. "Thank you." Left her lips softly. She blinked and the tears she didn't want to fall, fell from her eyes. "I appreciate you sending us somewhere, you are a really great guy Sam." She said eyes still on his as the tears slowly fell.

Sam didn't like her crying at all. So he removed his hand that was under her cheek, and cupped her cheek with it instead, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I didn't mean to bring up memories and make you cry. I apologize for that. Besides, you're far too beautiful of a person to cry," He chuckled at that last line hoping she would join in with him. Anything to see the light shine back in her eyes.

Shaking off the sadness she sighed. "Its just hard not to tear up when I think about them. They were amazing people, and to let you know I didn't take anything negative you said to heart. How could you know my situation?" She closed her eyes, leaning into his hand, for some reason feeling it on her face felt right, it felt amazing. Her eyes fluttered open looking at Sam again. Smiling at his comment. "Beautiful huh? Flatterer." She said back to him softly.

"Well I only speak the truth, and if it's flattery, then so be it." Sam couldn't stop looking at her sad eyes, and couldn't remove his had from her smooth face. Before his brain could catch up with him, he began to lean it. It wanted to kiss her so bad, and didn't understand where that desire was coming from.

Something was going on, she was in a trance, lost in his eyes, his words, lost in him. Sam was so much more than she thought he was and when he leaned into her, she couldn't help but lean in as well. The need to feel his lips on hers, the need to have him wrap her in his arms was far too great. She moved closer to him, feeling his breath on her lips, closer. Closer.

Sam knew what was about to happen, and the worst part is, he wanted it to happen. They were both an inch from each other and Sam tilted his head to capture her lips and finally see why this pull is so strong.

Heels clicked across the floor as she stepped off the elevator, walking into the outer part of Sam's office, his secretary wasn't there so she assumed he sent her home. That was better for her, since Sam didn't make it home for dinner, she went to her favorite French Restaurant and got her favorites to share with him. Walking to the door to Sam's office she pulled it open and stepped inside looking at his desk and seeing it was empty, her eyes drifted to the sofa and that is when she saw them, Sam and his secretary.

"Oh my God Sam?" She said eyes wide at the sight of him about to kiss another woman. "What the hell are you doing?"