New update! Thank you all for your patience and still showing interest in this story.

Before we go any further, let me just say that Sam's family are the most interesting and welcoming people I've ever met. After Sam got out of the truck and grabbed our bags, we entered the house through the garage door and immediately entered the kitchen where his mom had her back turned cooking something that made my mouth water. He slowly put our bags down and walked behind his mom and picked her up.

She shrieked as Sam spun her around yelling mommy and both began laughing. He put her back on the floor and she turn to him, giving him the biggest hug. She must have sensed someone else in the room because she immediately pulled away and looked at me. "Well, who do we have here," She asked walking towards me. Sam following behind quickly.

I reached out my arm to take her hand and said "Hi Mrs. Evans, I'm Mercedes…." Sam grabbed me by my waist and interrupted my introduction.

"Mom, this is my girlfriend Mercedes Jones," He said. Mrs. Evans smiled wider still holding my hand. She then pulled me closer and wrapped me in her arms.

"Ohhh welcome Mercedes. We have been looking forward to meeting you. Samuel has been telling us so much about the girl who killed his playboy ways. I am so happy to meet you" We hugged for a few more second and we pulled apart with her whispering, "and I see why." She grabbed my hand again and told me to call her Karen.

She turned to Sam, held his cheek, and smiled. Walking back to her stove, she yelled out for her husband and children.

"Dwight, Steven, Stacie come down. They're here!"

I heard some movement in several parts of the house and soon a perky teenage girl with long blonde hair and a face like her mother greeted us. "Sam Bam," She yelled running into Sam's arms and just like his mother spun her around laughing. I could not help but smile. I loved seeing Sam like that, relaxed and going with the flow. My smile could not be wider. I watched them pull apart and looked across the room at a man with his arms folded and whose smile was as big as the one on my face. He was a rugged handsome and I could see where Sam got his build and features.

Stacy soon walked to me and pulled me in a hug as tight as her mother's. "You must be Mercedes," She said. When she released me, she looked in my eyes as if she was trying to read me and said, "I'm Stacy."

"Nice to meet you Stacy," I said with smile, "I've heard quite a bit about you and I can't wait to get to know more for myself." She beamed at me and nodded. "I'd like that," She replied.

Dwight had just finished greeting Sam and was about to turn to me when I heard a "DAMN" behind me. Everyone turned around and standing there was a tall and toned teenager checking out my ass. He was giving me looks similar to Sam in the beginning of our relationship. I blushed and could not help the smirk that was on my face as I watched Sam look at me, then look at his brother. He shook his head disapprovingly and grabbed him, taking him outside the house.

I turned back to see Dwight standing in front of me with a smile of his face. "Those sons of mine. Neither can control themselves when a beautiful woman is in their presence," He grabbed my hand, that southern charm on overload and said, "I'm Dwight darlin' and you must be the charming Mercedes I've heard so much about." He kissed my hand and I cannot lie, a part of me swooned.

I blinked a bit, caught my breath, and said, "Yes, I'm Mercedes. Nice to meet you Mr. Evans." Now that was a little awkward for me because that is what I called his son when we are teasing. It showed on my face and Dwight caught it. He leaned in close to me. "You can call me Dwight Mercedes. Mr. Evans is Sam…being that he is your boss and all." He laughed, "And it's nice to meet you as well. Why don't we head to the living room and you get comfortable until Sam straighten out that knuckle son of mine?"

We wrapped my arm around his and led me to the sofa in the living room with Stacy on our heels. We sat and began to have a nice conversation about work and life in New York. It ended far too soon when Sam and a disheveled Stevie walked toward us. Sam jumped on the sofa and sat close to me.

"Sorry about earlier," He said, "you're hot and I couldn't control myself."

I laughed and turned towards him. "It's fine. I see your brother has rubbed off on you. I'm Mercedes," I said reaching my arm towards him.

He grabbed my hand. "I'm Stevie and it is my absolute pleasure to meet you Ms. Mercedes." He, like his father placed a kiss to it, but his lingered a bit more and was a little more sensuous. How in the heaven an 18 year old was that charming and confident, I have no idea. Sam, not liking the exchange, slapped Stevie behind the heard and said, "Remember I'll talk Stevie, let her go."

With that, Stevie stood up, said his farewells, and scowled at his brother. He headed up the stairs and Sam took his place on the couch. He wrapped his arm around me and his scent pulled me in. No matter how charming and swoon worthy his father and dare I say brother were, they did not hold a candle to the man sitting next to me. He was knocking down all my walls and seeing him with his family was starting to break down the cinderblock around my heart.

Sam's laughter knocked me out of my thoughts and I laughed with him not knowing what was funny. When the laughing stopped, he stood and told his dad he was going to show me to the room so we both could relax a bit before dinner. I knew what that meant and his dad saw the look in Sam's eyes.

"Alright son, but you show Mercy to the guest room. You're in your own room this weekend." I laughed to myself. Sam looked at his dad as if he killed his puppy. Dwight smirked, patted Sam on the back and walked out the room. I stood up and pressed myself on Sam. He wrapped his arms around my stomach and pulled be directly in front of him. He started kissing my neck.

"That really isn't fair Ms. Jones. I want to take you in my childhood room. On my desk and on my closet door." That caused me to grind on him a little bit and give him more access to my neck. I let him place a few more pecks and licks then and pushed him away with my butt. I turned and watched his stumble then straighten up. "You heard your father. Separate rooms. Now," I walked up to him and pecked his lips, "show me where to my room so I can freshen up." I walked away and put a little twitch in my step, heading toward the stairs.

Sam P.O.V.

I watched that ass walk away from me and I was still in shock. My dad seriously cock blocked me and Mercy didn't make it any better. At that moment, I knew it was going to be a hard weekend, but I was plotting. I had a few tricks up my sleeve. Mercedes did not stand a chance.

Mercedes P.O.V

After Sam showed me to my room and gave me a toe-curling kiss at my door, I took a little nap. When I woke up and checked the time it was 6:00, so I headed down stairs to see if Karen needed help. I walked in the kitchen and she was sitting at the counter reading a magazine.

"Hey Karen, I just wanted to check and see if you needed any help with dinner."

"Oh no honey. That's covered. I'm just relaxing before I put my rolls in the oven. Why don't you come join me. We can chat a bit."

II sat next to her and she put the magazine to the side. "So, how are things going with you and Sam?"

"They are fine. We're still getting to know each other and enjoying the company."

"That's good. I see the change in him. You know I know everything about those women. He doesn't lie to me. With you, it's different. He's a goner. I can hear it in his voice when he talks about you. I heard it the first time we talked on the phone about you."

"Yeah, I guess he was really happy when we made it official."

"That's not the first time he told us about you. He told me about you after your interview. He was so excited about his new employee and her brilliance. He was rambling on and on and didn't realize he called you beautiful. I knew then that it would be a matter of time before I met you."

"Wow, at first we flirted, but I never expected he would have feeling for me."

"Sam had feeling for you before he knew what he was feeling. As far as I can tell, they are even deeper. Sam doesn't just fall easily and from what I can tell Ms. Mercy, he's falling hard."

"If he is, he doesn't show it. He makes it seem like I'm in control when it comes to where this relationship is going, but the truth is I'm not making any moves unless I'm seeing that he wants me to go there or he feels comfortable moving forwards."

"Honey that is you controlling it. My son hates putting his feeling in the open and he doesn't realize he wears his heart on his sleeve. You making moves when he feels comfortable means you are seeing something in him and wanting to be with him. He needs that. He needs a woman like you."

I was thinking and she was right. Sam didn't know he was still expressing his feelings to me without speaking. At that moment, I realized he wasn't just having fun. He really might be serious.

Dinner came quickly and we all sat around the table that first night, enjoying each other's company and conversation. Dwight reminded me of Sam the way he talked about business, but it was interesting to see that he got his nerdy and goofy side from his mom. I felt absolute contentment sitting with his family and when he reached for my hand, I knew he felt my sensed my happiness.

Until next time….