Your responses are making me beam from ear to ear lol…I guess I was feeling inspired so I did wrote. For those of you reading my first story, I'll be updating that one soon, I'm not abandoning it. Thanks again for reading, enjoy…

It was a surprisingly hot day for fall and I wanted to enjoy my lunch outdoors. Another month had passed and that break room began to feel stuffy. I choked on the amount of want I had for Mr. Evans. That room had become a shrine to my incurable need to be morally correct. At that point, if he wanted, Mr. Evans could say let me and I would jump at the chance. I couldn't stay in that place.

He felt the tension as well. I could tell from his actions. He wanted me to say those word and I can see the wheels turning in his head about his regret of the promise he made to never make the first move. He knew I wouldn't do it. Not unless he showed me that putting myself out there wouldn't cause me to get hurt. It's easier to accept an advance than it is to initiate it. In my head, if things would go wrong, going with the flow would make me feel better than the idea that I did this to myself.

Anyway, lunch was going pretty well. I was alone for the first time and missed him. I wanted his companionship, but I needed this freedom. As I ate, he found me as if he heard my thoughts of missing him. He sat next to me on the hidden bench in the outer court and his hand immediately squeezed my knee in a sign of affection. That was the first time his touch not only electrified me, but gently caressed me with intimate feelings. I couldn't help my head from falling to his shoulders. We sat there and talked in that position for a while. We weren't teasing or being sneaky or playing, we just relished the closeness.

This time I broke the ice. "How has your day been going," I said.

"Pretty decent, tiring and stressful, but decent. Why weren't you at your desk this morning?"

"Paying attention to detail now Mr. Evans," He glanced down at me sarcastically, "I was helping Artie on some graphic work. He needed fresh ideas."

"Well I can honestly say I missed those big brown eyes and beautiful smile. You don't know what you do to me."

"I can imagine Mr. Evans. This little thing we've got going is starting to feel a little different."

"In what way?"

"I'm starting to see our friendship."

Sam pulled away from me and he tensed. He turned to me and said, "I guess being in this office is making you place me in the friend zone now."

"Sam, it's not that…" He cut me off with a searing kiss and said, "Go out with me."

I looked at him and saw he was serious. "What would going out mean," I asked.

"I don't know. I just want to see you outside of this. You can't ask me to define anything."

"I'm not asking for a definition. I'm asking you to tell me what you want with me. You told me you were with, which ones?...Brittany and Santana last night and yet you want to take me out. How am I supposed to respond to that? You're trying to pull me out of this comfort zone and I told you I won't be another one in that harem."

"Mercedes, why can't we just try for something a little further without the strings? I want to see you because you have become a fixture in my head."

"And that just shows me that you see me as something to conquer. That you need to get me away from here so that you can seduce me into giving into you and what then Sam? What will I become once we leave these walls and I let you have a taste?"

"It's not like that. I don't think of you as that. I don't have the ability to be with one woman. Honestly, I don't know how that feels, but they all know and you know. The difference is, you know me. You are right, we have a friendship."

"We do have a friendship and we have teasing and we have sexual chemistry and attraction and if we take this out of this place, I'm putting myself on the line to give in to this seduction we have going. I don't know if I can do that, especially with you. I play a great game here, but I don't know how to be just about sex."

"I'm just asking you to go on a date with me. Just see me outside of these walls, no definitions, just a date."

I looked at him and thought back to everything I said. If I did this, I had to fight every urge to indulge in him. I couldn't give in. He couldn't win. "Ok, I'll let you take me out Sam, but know this, our little bubble that you built and placed us in safely in this office will be broken," I walked away.

The night Sam took me out was interesting to say the least. We met at this great Italian restaurant given 5 stars for its cuisine and intimate atmosphere. We sat in the most romantic area uninhibited by the staff and other restaurant goers. Like our lunches, he sat next to me rather closely. He eyes were smoldering as he took my hand and rubbed my palm.

"I don't know how many times I can say this, but I'm liking every bit of you right now," He said. Placing his face along my neck, he began to smell me and the word intoxicating dripped from his vocabulary like it meant more to him than the word love. Feeling his breath so close to my neck stirred some things within me and I was on the verge of returning his affections with a kiss to his exposed collar. Thank God for waitresses.

When she came over, we both straightened and concentrated on drink orders and food. The most interesting thing was the familiarity between Sam and said waitress. The looks she gave him were quite torrid, but she never looked at me as a threat or with contempt. Curiously, I watched their little back and forth and I figured it out. She was the last woman of his harem. She had to be. She was a gorgeous Asian (who I found was named Tina later) with a shape definitely better than the brunette's. When I realized this, I was livid. Not from jealousy, I told myself. I could care less, but the fact that he bought me to a restaurant that one of his women worked turned whatever heat he stirred up to fizzle and die.

She walked away and he turned to meet the deadliest stare known to man. Sam wasn't an idiot and he wasn't an asshole by nature, so I knew the game he was playing. Show number five that no one else cared so she could feel comfortable about being number five. He knew what I was thinking. I knew he knew. He could only stare in shame. He was about to speak, but I cut him off.

"I can't believe you," I said standing. I go close to his face. "You bring me to a place one of your women work. For what Sam? No, I already know and it didn't work. This here is over. I can't do this. I'm so happy I'm guarded because I knew this date was another one of your games. If you wanted to keep playing Sam, you should have kept it in the office, now that's over," I started to pull away, but he grabbed my arm.

"No, let me explain. It's not exactly what it looks like," I lifted my hands and cut him off. "I honestly can't do this anymore," I said and I walked away. I meant what I said, but I knew it wasn't true. It wasn't the end. I cared about him, but I planned on letting that burning infatuation go. My head couldn't take it.

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