I get that my previous chapter may be unlike the tone of the other chapters, especially after I read and reread it. This story wasn't supposed to go the way it's going honestly, but after that second chapter, it had a mind of its own. I had no clue where I wanted to go last chapter, then I got the idea and planned it out. I saw her forgiving him and them becoming friends and him realizing he can be more than what he made himself to be. Maybe I should go back to and stick with the write based on whatever I'm feeling approach hahaha I kind of see a different route I could've taken if I just stuck to my feeling approach. I may change it. I don't know.

The rest of that week with Sam was busy to say the least. We didn't talk. I missed a few lunches and neither of us brought up what we discussed. I could see he was trying and these new feelings I was having latched on to his trying spirit. I saw the potential in him and who he could be and I wanted that for him. I wanted both the sweet and the savory. He wasn't just Mr. Evans anymore, he was becoming Sam.

Friday evening, Artie and I entered the conference room to a waiting Sam. He looked at us both, told us where we were on the project and we got started on the designs. Half-way into the night, Artie decided it was time for him to go. I walked him to the elevators and gave him a hug. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. He was watching and I started to feel the same tension from months ago. I told Artie goodbye and straightened myself to walk back into that room. His eyes were still on me and I couldn't stop what he was doing to me, so I decided a fast work environment was a good work environment.

"Ok, let's finish up so we can be like Artie and head on home," I said.

"I agree, but let's take a break a moment. I want to ask you something."

"What's up," I asked looking into his eyes. It felt like the first time I looked into those green orbs. He was gazing and I couldn't shake the butterflies in my stomach.

"How did you feel about Rachel coming to the office," He asked.

"I had no feeling about that Sam. What was I supposed to feel?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering," He said beginning to look at some documents.

"You thought I'd be jealous didn't you? Come one, we're friends," I said. He looked back up at me and caught my eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be jealous, although I could sense some disappointment when you thought I went back to her," He said scooting his chair closer to me.

"I was just concerned about you. Nothing more….so don't go putting things in your head Sam. We're friends."

"Do you want me," He asked. Flustered, I lost his gaze and stood up.

"Why are you asking me that," I responded.

He stood and moved directly in front of me. "Since the day she came by, you've been avoiding me. I felt your body react to me when I held you in the café so I know you feel something. The question is, Ms. Jones how much do you feel?"

"Are we going back to this Sam; me as Ms. Jones and you as Mr. Evans? Is that what you want? I don't know what I feel."

"Yes you do, don't lie to me. We aren't going back, but something did change when we became friends. The want is still there and the desire is still there, but what happened to the spark."

"That's called friendship Sam. What do you expect?"

"I only suggested friendship to buy time with getting myself together. I still want you and I want you close. There is still this need to feel you Mercedes and I know you want me. You forget," He said pushing me to the wall, "I can see you."

Shivering from his contact, I put my hands to his chest hoping to get some distance. He wouldn't let me.

"Tell me the truth Mercedes. When I'm this close to you, what do you feel? When I touch you," He said rubbing my face, "what do you feel? When my lips are on yours," He kissed me softly and pulled back, "What do you feel? Tell me, what do you want?"

The feel of his lips sent heat straight to my core. I couldn't hold back anymore. Those feelings of desire came rushing back. Those new feelings for him surfaced. I kissed him. It was heated and passionate. I pulled him closer and let my hands rub his back. His kisses grew more dominating as he swiped my lips with his tongue, seeking entrance. When I let him have his way, he took advantage.

His hands roamed my curves and I let a moan slip. He lips began to tease my neck and he pressed into me. I could feel just how needy he was. He had me in a daze. Every part of him allured me and I was falling back into the haze he so often put me in, but I remember where we were. We had to stop. With everything in me, I thrust forward causing him to hiss and back away.

"Sam, we have to stop. This isn't the right place for this and I'm not in my right mind for this."

"What do you mean?"

"I do have feelings for you Sam. Those desires never left. I want you more now than I ever did, but an office fling isn't enough. I can't get carried away when you're still a head case and I'm just discovering how I feel. I don't even know how you feel."

"I thought it was clear how I felt. I want you Mercedes. I want to be with you. I'm jealous as hell when I see you touching other guys. You are the only person who knows the real me. I desire you. What more do you want?"

"I want you to be sure; to let go of the past and to truly understand what you want. We can't happen when you are just realizing how much of a womanizer you are. I may want you Sam, but right now I can't have you. If I let you have me now, you wouldn't fully be mine. I can't do that to myself and I wouldn't do it to you. I can't fully trust you and it wouldn't be fair to us."

Sam looked at me and I saw the frustration and hurt. "Whatever you say Mercedes, but at this point, I don't think I can only be your friend anymore. I'm starting to feel too much and I can't let that go." He walked out the conference room and all I could do was pack up my things and walk out that door.

I couldn't get wrapped up in the potential, that wasn't a promise that he would be that man. I needed him to be the man he was striving to be. He had to find the balance in being Sam and Mr. Evans. I wanted both, but my love was only for one.

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