Heyyyyy, I'm loving the response I'm getting for this story and like I said your comments are motivation. Thank you so much. To answer Lamimi25…I was thinking I'd do a Sam P.O.V at some point, but he is the type that says what's on his mind with Mercedes, but it is a possibility that there will be a pause in Mercy's story to let him talk. Any way I hope you all enjoy this chapter….

A month passed since Mr. Evans and I had our first lunch and things were getting interesting. We would have lunch every day and I was learning a lot about him. I got to see his silly side, but his biggest moments were when he teased me. He loved to lean in close to me as he spoke, rub my arm or hold on to my lower back. That drove me crazy and he knew it did. When we weren't at lunch, he would send me good morning emails and compliment me. He would pass by my office and stare at me or give me that sideways smirk and walk away. He knew those looks made me weak and he exploited every bit of the tension.

We began to have early morning conversations. He knew how to get me to open up and surprisingly he was quite open with me. Pretty soon we knew a lot about each other. He pulled me in when he spoke so highly of his family and he inspired me when he spoke about how he came from nothing and became the man he is, but what made me guard my heart was when he confessed his love of women. He began telling me about his illustrious affairs. Every woman different; one Latina, one a perky blonde, one an Asian and the other an ambitious brunette. In that tidbit of information, I noticed none were like me and I was the flavor missing from his eye candy. I didn't know how I felt about this. I honestly didn't want to feel because I was having fun. I knew I couldn't fall in love with him and until I found the man who would sweep me off my feet, teasing Sam would be my entertainment.

The day the ball fell into my court was when I decided to stop speaking to Mr. Evans. He was making me want him and I wasn't doing anything other than taking it and trying to look hot to get him to notice me, so I decided the best way to get under his skin was not to feed into his little advances.

I woke up that morning with an outfit in mind. I was going to wear my navy blue fitted pin skirt that made my butt look even bigger, my sleepless black turtle neck top that made my breast pop and 5 inch nude pumps. I sprayed my Victoria Secret's Very Sexy. I knew I looked great because I got some stares and compliments walking out of my apartment building. That made me more confident in my plan.

I walked into the office and passed in front of his door. He always left it open in the mornings to watch me walk in. This time I put a little more swish into my twist and I felt him watch me. I made it to my desk and after signing on, I saw his email.

All I can say is wow. You are looking quite tempting Ms. Jones, he wrote and I said nothing. A few minutes later, he sent another. No smart reply? I know you're at your desk, and still I said nothing. He let a few more minutes pass and wrote, Are you busy? I shut my g-mail down. I knew he would see that and I immediately got a text from him.

What's going on? What happened to our morning chat? He waited a few minutes again.

Are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? I knew he was panicking and he was going exactly where I wanted him.

If you don't text me back, I'm coming over there, He wrote and bingo I thought.

He walked to my office an hour later and he stood in front of my desk watching me work. He was upset. I could tell in the constant sighs and throat clearing, but I refused to look up. He got closer and I was starting to smell him. It was awkward and his anger was rising. Then he spoke.

"So you're going to ignore that I am here." At that moment I looked up and my focus went straight to his eyes and I smiled.

"Why aren't you talking? What is your problem," He said firmly.

I finally spoke, "Why would you think I had a problem Sam?"

"You've been ignoring me all morning."

"I have? I guess I've been distracted?"

"I saw that you read those messages Mercedes, you're driving me crazy."

"Why would my little miscommunication drive you crazy Sam. I'm no one special."

"You know why Mercedes, what are you playing at?"

"I still don't understand Sam. I'm not playing."

"Yes you are. You always talk to me."

"You can't always get what you want Sam," I smirked.

"Stop talking to me like that. The way you're acting. It's like you don't care."

I stood up and was kissing distance from him. "All I'm doing Mr. Evans is playing your game," I said. My lips were so close and I could feel his breath hitch. I finally got him to falter. I pulled back and looked at his shocked expression. Moving around him I walked to and opened my door. "I suggest you and I get back to work Mr. Evans, we wouldn't want any petty gossip."

He turned to me and straightened himself up. Realizing that the tables turned slightly, he said, "Well played Ms. Jones. I'll see you at lunch." He started walking away, but turned back, got close to my neck and whispered, "But your ass does look delectable in that skirt. I can't wait to taste." I can't lie to you all and say he didn't make the back of my knees sweat. He did. The man was insufferable.

Lunch rolled around and I found myself wandering to the food court before I took my lunch break. I walked in and noticed Sam sitting with a thin brunette who was quite beautiful despite her large nose. They seemed to be in a heated discussion and something told me it was one of his women. I quickly went to the salad bar, hoping he didn't notice me. When I got there, I ran into Unique, one of the women working in accounting down stairs. She and I met when I had a problem with my direct deposit and we immediately clicked.

"Hey honey, I'm shocked to see you schlepping to the cafeteria. Didn't feel like cooking?"

"No, I didn't have time. I had a few last minute edits and was here late yesterday," I said. She noticed when I looked in Mr. Evan's direction.

"Girl, don't even go there. He is hot and sweet, but has a slew of women falling at his feel. That's just one of many."

"That doesn't surprise me. I'm just curious, that's all."

"Curiosity killed the cat girl, don't…go there," Unique said walking away.

Well it was too late. I was already in it, but I wasn't planning to get deep. I told myself this was just an office flirtation, nothing more, nothing less. He may have wanted to taste and feel, but I hadn't planned on letting him. Not with that slew of women clawing at his heart.

I moved down the line and when I reached the register, I felt him behind me. Before I could pull out my card, he was handing the cashier his credit card. I turned to see him smirk. He grabbed his card, walked away and said, "I'll see you upstairs."

He was already in the break room waiting for me. I sat next to him and he watched me.

"I saw you walk into the café. I know you saw me."

"I wasn't that interested Sam. Your life outside of this room is none of my business."

"You're lying. I can feel it in the distance. You care."

I looked in his eyes and said, "You intrigue me Sam and this is fun. Let's not mistake this for attachment."

"I know you're not attached. You showed me you can easily walk away this morning, but you still care and I know you do because I care."

I couldn't argue with him. I did have an interest, but I didn't want to care. I didn't want to feel anything. I didn't want my heart broken.

"I don't want my heart broken Sam, so this between us is in a box."

"What if I don't want it there?"

"You can't change what is. You like flavors and you like indulgence. My lifestyle outside of this doesn't fit into your world and I'm really not looking to be another woman in your harem."

"It's not like that Mercedes. I don't see you as that. We talk. They fuck."

"Wow and what happens when you get what you want from me?"

"I don't know. All I know is I was mad that Rachel stepped foot in this building because this place is ours. I don't know why I feel like that."

"Sam, this is just infatuation. We both labeled it as that," I said finishing my salad.

He looked at me again and searched for any sign of lying and I know he didn't see one. Although, I did care and was interested in Mr. Evans, at the time it was nothing more than sexual attraction.

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