Thank you all for the comments and the love…

To bluchromed2002: You are right about the women and I'm thinking he's about 28. Funny thing is I've never picked up shades of gray lol I saw someone else make that comment too haha

Let's get to it shall we..I hope you like it

Sam's P.O.V.

I messed up and she's not talking to me. It wasn't that I wanted her to meet Tina. I actually thought she was off that night. When I saw she would be our waitress, I didn't worry because Mercedes and I are open with each other. She knew about my lifestyle. I didn't think she would get that upset. Now, I'm missing her. I have to sit back and watch her ignore me and treat me like a regular boss. That's going to change. It's been a month after all. I tried talking to her and sending her little gifts. I even tried my sexy teasing, but it didn't work. She was a wall. It usually doesn't take me this much effort. Mercedes is different. I saw it the first time she walked into my office. She didn't just accept what I threw at her and that intrigued me.

I wanted her, so I teased her. She was at first a conquest, but something did change. I opened up to her. Something I've never done with a woman outside my family. She was able to just pull things out of me. When we talked it felt like a new high, something I couldn't get from my other women. When we weren't talking, her smell and her voice lingered on my senses.

It was new for me. I don't know how to accept feelings. That's not who I am. I don't chase, I tease. I started feeling too much and I reverted to my instincts. I didn't want to feel anything beyond her sexy body wrapped around me, but I told her things. I don't want to care, but I don't know if I could handle not being around her anymore. I looked forward to that friendship we built. I've never felt like this before. What is she doing to me? Driving me crazy that's what. Who does she think she is? You know what? This ends now!

Mercedes P.O.V

I noticed those longing stares and pouty lips all month and it took everything in me to resist them. I couldn't fall into his trap. I wasn't wired to be anyone's play thing. It didn't matter how attractive or seemingly special Mr. Evans, he wasn't worth destroying my self-worth. He may have thought I was playing games with him again, but I was serious and it surprised even me how much I actually cared. After thinking about it, I realized it did hurt me that he put me in that situation. I thought he thought more highly of me and that he actually cared. I'm happy I realized when I did; that a dog will always be a dog. I realized that if we did continue, it is a strong possibility he would have destroyed every cinder-block wall I built. I didn't want that when he cared more about his indulgences than me. I honestly believe he did care for me more than other women, but not enough to treat me better than he does them. Looking back, I see he wasn't ready and I wasn't ready. We both refused to open our hearts.

My day was going fairly smoothly until my friend decided to surprise me at work. Puck and I had known each other for 10 years. Our sophomore year of high school was when we dated and stopped because being best friends was the most logical solution to our blatant familial feelings. He came by at lunch sporting his signature bad boy look. No one would figure him for a business man until they talk to him.

Anyway, he came to my desk with a bag full of lunch and asked me to pick my favorite place. Immediately my mind went to my little secret place in the court yard. I led him there introducing him to Artie and then to Quinn another co-work who became my friend. We settled down and began to talk. He seemed to have an interest in Quinn and I began to mock flirt with him about his quick infatuation. Someone must have let it slip to Mr. Evans that a guy came to visit me (I found out later Artie and Quinn were just commenting about how nice Mercedes guy friend was) and low and behold, he made his way to our bench.

We were in the middle of our flirtatious back and forth when I smelled that familiar scent. I just ignored it. I thought I was going crazy, then I felt the shock and I knew he was right by me.

"mm mm," I heard him clear his throat. "Mercedes can I talk to you for a minute," He said.

"Sir, I'm on my lunch break. If this can wait until I get back upstairs I would really appreciate it," I replied stoically.

"Actually Ms. Jones, it can't wait." Puck knew everything that was going on and he knew it wouldn't last the way we were going, but he also knew Sam wasn't going to let me go. He told me pride wouldn't let him, so I shook off my frustration and walked passed Sam leading him to a quiet corner.

"What do you want Mr. Evans. I was enjoying lunch."

"Who is that guy?"

"Why should that concern you Mr. Evans?"

"Because you are on office property flirting and being suggestive."

"Being suggestive? Are you serious right now Sam? Don't come at me like a jealous boyfriend when I never questioned you about the other women. We weren't anything close to being together so you don't get to question me or who he is," I said sternly.

He looked at me shocked and said, "How long are you going to put me through this. I told you I was sorry. Why won't you forgive me?"

"I have forgiven you Sam, but I realized that I am better than those little shenanigans we were pulling."

"Why do you want so much from me? Why can't we just go with the flow?"

"When have I demanded anything from you? Never. You are the one who opened up to me first. You are the one who said you placed me higher than them. I didn't tell you to do that. You did it to yourself and then you became a coward when you started feeling too much. I don't have time to entertain the games anymore. There are guys interested in me beyond sex and teasing and I'm going to see what is out there," I said walking away. He pulled me back to him and kissed me saying, "This isn't over." I slapped him and said, "You don't get it Sam. You can't control me like you do them. You can't make me someone I'm not. You have to learn to stop being so selfish," I walked away faster this time.

Sam stood there for a few minutes then followed me back to Puck. I started packing our lunches back up and Sam who was fuming, stood next to us.

"Ms. Jones, I suggest you leave your dating outside the office. I don't want petty gossip," He said walking away.

I looked at Puck and continued packing up the lunch. I saw him smirk and I said, "I don't want to hear a word." He lifted his hands in surrender.

Sam P.O.V.

"Who does she think she is and who is he? The things she said! How am I selfish? She's selfish," were the things I thought as I walked away from her. I was blinded, but I began to ponder what she said. Was I really that selfish? I thought I was one of the most giving men in this country; I just liked to have my fun. When did I become this man and why has it taken someone like Mercedes to make me question myself?

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