Six months ago

Jill, seated at the desk of her Captain, was patiently transcribing the instructions given by him. "Yet, another time…", she thought to herself. To lighten his workload after every mission, Wesker picked one of the members of the team to help him with the paperwork. The choice of this person was supposed to be left random, but, for some reason, the Captain was picking Jill the majority of the time. A choice that caused her great despair. "His personal secretary", she thought every time.

Her cold tone was designed to send him the "hint" that she did not especially appreciate his choice. He felt the day he would have to explain himself quickly approaching, to his own despair. It is when she sighed for the fifth time of the night than he felt obligated to ask her to unearth the story behind all her vigorous exhaling.

"Is something wrong Jill?", he asked her, calm, as usual.

"No, nothing…"

But her tone was not convincing, and she knew it. "Why shouldn't I let him know ?", she thought to herself. After all, she had nothing to lose, it was to him to feel bad and not the other way around.

"Actually, I lied… something is wrong.", she started off calmly. "Why do you always pick me to write these reports with you? We are supposed to equally share that duty with you, but the majority of the time, you pick me! It is nothing against you but, it's starting to really irritate me…"

Even though telling him asked her a lot of courage, she did not have enough to face him. Leaning on the desk right next to her, he stared at her thoughtfully. She could not directly see his face, but she knew he still "wore" his usual calm expression.

"Well, I simply feel you are the most skilled to do the job. I guess you should take it as a compliment."

"Skilled cause I'm a woman?", she asked while standing up, this time making sure she was facing him. Even though his shades covered his eyes, she could see his surprise.

"Jill, I… no, this has nothing…", he answered feeling uneasy with the situation.

"No, I get it!", she replied, cutting him off, much to her own surprise. "I'm a woman so I have to be the secretary! Otherwise, what other reason would you have to pick me? This certainly doesn't require any "special" skills and this is absolutely unfair to me that I'm always the one picked! I get what it is all about…", she added, exasperated and surprised at her own words. She wondered if she believed what she had just said herself, but the frustrations she had accumulated over the months had let her temper take control of her.

"Jill, I swear, this has nothing to do with this!"

"Then, what else?"

Taking a long sigh, he slowly removed his sunglasses, looking at her thoughtfully. She did not understand what was happening, it was not like him. She had never seen his eyes before, it was like he needed to keep his shades on all the time to put a certain distance between him and any of his coworkers. She stared back at him, enjoying the first visual contact she ever had with him and patiently waiting to discover the reason of all of this. Before she could even realize it, he slid his fingers in her hair, pulling her head close to his and softly putting his lips on hers. For a moment, her lips answered to his, but quickly recovering from the surprise of the situation, she pushed him away, shocked and angry at the same time. Then, as if it was simply a reflex, she raised her hand and slapped his face as hard as she could, the noise of her hand meeting his cheek in a flashing speed echoing in the entire room. She panted, furious and guilty in same time. For Christ Sake, what had just happened?

Then, it all came to her at once, he wanted her… That's why he always picked her, he wanted to keep her close, to share as much time as he could with her… All these times she caught him staring at her, that's what it was. He looked so serious, cold, emotionless, she just thought he was giving her the "look", the "Better do your job properly Valentine!". She had to admit to herself, he was a very attractive man and this sudden news was lightly flattering her ego.

She suddenly did the inexplicable, as if she had been waiting for this moment for several months, she slid her hand on the back of his head, tightly hugged his body and kissed him eagerly. He immediately responded to it, their warm tongues roughly caressing one another, passion both burning their entire bodies. It lasted a few seconds, a few minutes, hours, Jill could not tell, it was as if time stopped, as if she was possessed… It is when she felt his hand reach for her bottom than she suddenly "woke up". What was she doing? Had she lost her mind completely? And what about Chris? How could she betray Chris like that…? She immediately pushed him off, sending him off at least a few feet from her. They were both breathing heavily, Jill completely panicked as he was putting back on his emotionless serious look.

"No, no! We can't do that, I can't do that!", she said panting.

"And, why is that?" he asked, serious, as usual.

"Cause! We barely know each other… You're my captain… And what about Chris? I can't do this to him…" struggling to keep sane, Jill brought both hands to her forehead, a complete confusion going through her face.

"What about you? Is it something that you don't want? Or are you simply getting stopped by your own morals…?"

"I refuse to go any further in that discussion…"

She paused for a moment, completely lost at the way to handle the situation.

"What happened is between you and I, and it will never happen again…", she was getting more panicked as the discussion went ahead.

"I see…", he replied, a certain touch of "annoyance" in his tone.

Suddenly, they both heard the sound of footsteps down the corridor. Frantically, Jill reached for the chair while Wesker calmly put his sunglass back on. The person came in, it was Chris. He had patiently waited for her so he could drive her back home, exercising in the basement of the police station.

"I was wondering if you two were going to be done soon. I would like to drive you back home Jill."

Jill was still lost in her thoughts, trying to focus so Chris would not notice something happened between her and Wesker. She had not even heard Chris talking to her. Wesker was rather annoyed by Chris' presence, he had wished for more. Maybe he could have convinced her that kissing him was not something wrong. Maybe he could have convinced her to go even further, maybe he would have been the one driving her back home. He finally turned to Jill and ended her nightmare.

"It's alright Jill, I will finish it up, you can go with Chris."

She suddenly woke up, realizing what was going on. Without even saying a word, she stood up, picked her stuff from her desk and left with Chris, giving Wesker a last glance before disappearing. He still looked calm, emotionless, no one could tell he was actually extremely frustrated. Wesker finally sat at his desk after they both left. Sighing, he rubbed his temples.

In the corridor, Chris found Jill's behavior rather unusual. She made him repeat the few words he said at least three times, as if something horrible had just happened and she was still shocked about it. Chris, being the typical guy he was, did not put too much thought into it and figured she was simply tired. She did not say a word the whole way back home, and when he stopped the car in front of her apartment building, she told him she was not feeling good tonight, and that she'd rather spend the night by herself. Being the nice guy he was, he wished her to feel better and kissed her gently before she left the car.
As Jill was entering the shower, she sighed heavily. What happened earlier had brought all kind of emotions inside her. Of all the feelings she had, the guilt was the worst, she had avoided Chris' sight the whole way back home, she was so afraid he could guess what happened. But she also felt guilty for falling so easily into Wesker's arms. How did he dare kiss her like that without her consent, what kind of man would do that…? Still, when she closed her eyes, she still felt Wesker's lips and tongue on hers, and the warm desire it produced inside her. Quite frankly, she had never felt this way with Chris, it was never really passionate. He was a very nice guy, generous, caring, strong, funny, but, that's all he was to her, a very nice guy… She did not really love him and she knew it, but she thought, maybe with time, maybe it would finally come. Not that she loved Wesker anyway, she barely knew the man, he was so secretive…

As the water started to get cooler, Jill realized that she passed more than enough time in the shower. She wrapped herself in a tower and started getting out her clothes for the night. She sighed heavily, yet another time, then sat on the bed trying to put her thoughts together. What's happening with her? It was not like her to be unfaithful… Even less to jump a man like this… Another sigh came off, but she still closed her eyes feeling Wesker's embrace in all of her body again. Suddenly, she stood up, ran for the closet, nervously grabbed her trench coat, put it on and left the apartment with her car keys shaking in her hands. As she sat in the car, she reached for a piece of paper containing the phone numbers and addresses of all the S.T.A.R.S. members, they all had to have on themselves in case of an emergency.

Jill was standing in front of his house's door, paralyzed, wondering if what seemed so obvious twenty minutes ago was still a "good" idea. The house looked small, plain and of course, pretty isolated in a rather desert street. If she was not completely panicked at this very moment, she would have thought it represented the man pretty well. As if a force disconnected from her conscious pushed her to do it, Jill finally knocked at the door. It was a timid knock, almost hard to hear, but it was enough for the man to get his attention away from a thick biochemistry book. He quickly put the book back in its shelf making sure no suspicion would be raised if the person at the door would be one of his coworkers. He opened the door and frowned, surprised to see Jill Valentine at his door only wearing a trench coat on a snowy night.

"Jill?" he asked, a certain surprise in his tone

She smiled timidly, having trouble looking into his eyes.

He refrained a smirk, hoping his charms had operated on her and she was here for what he rightfully deserved.

"Come in, you are going to get cold", he said, softly pushing her inside.

The woman was shaking, he thought it was cause of her rather strange outfit for the season.

"Let me get your coat off", he said, reaching for the collar.

She nervously pulled away, holding the coat to her body as if she did not want him to see what was under.

"Although, she is acting quite strangely for a woman desiring me…", he thought to himself. For a moment, they just stayed still, him completely puzzled at the situation and her carefully avoiding his sight. She was the first one to break the silence, but her voice was hardly audible.

"I just wanna say first than it isn't like me at all to do something like this, I… I don't know…"

She sighed longely, closing her eyes, then reached for the knot holding the coat closed and pulled it. As Wesker was getting impatient at all the mysteries of her visit and was about to apologize for his behavior earlier that evening, he stopped himself as he saw a glimpse of her skin through the barely opened coat, a place where normally she should be wearing clothes. He was speechless. Now that, that was certainly beyond his hopes, as well as was a very pleasant surprise.

At last she looked at him, her eyes dove into his, she finally had stopped shaking. She took a deep breath as he slid his hands on her shoulders, under the coat. His touch on her soft skin sent a warm feeling through her whole spinal cord. She half closed her eyes to intensify the sensation wrapping her. In a graceful move, he raised his hands, pushing the coat up. The coat fell on the floor, revealing her naked body. The woman he had been lusted after for almost a year now was right in front of him, nude, amazingly sexy and desirable. His hands clenched as he was stopping himself from violently grabbing her and kissing her. He instead slowly leaned his head in, his lips practically touching hers. She felt his warm breath on her cheek and closed her eyes, waiting on him to do the final move that would get her connected to him. He finally pressed his lips on hers, slowly sliding his hands on her soft back, pulling her closer to him. The material of his clothes felt rough on her skin, but she did not care, all she cared for at the moment was to feel his lips on hers, to fill his touch on her skin, his warm breath on her cheek, his gentle groans in her ears. At first their kisses were soft, almost too soft for how burning their respective body felt, but as her moans were intensifying, his tongue went deeper, faster and his hands gripped more firmly her blazing skin as if he could bring her even closer to him. Eventually, he reached for her legs, lifting her up, finding the way to his room.

She laid on top of him after love, her head leaned on his chest. She was fixing the wall, lost in her thoughts. He caressed her back, satisfied in how the situation finally turned, satisfied he finally had what he wanted. No one talked, nothing needed to be said anyway. He sighed of satisfaction and she raised her head to look into his eyes, smiling. He did not return the smile, he never smiled, but he certainly looked contented. She finally broke the spell and got out of the bed.

"Where are you going?", he asked.

"I should go home, Wesker. It's getting late and we have a long day tomorrow."

"Why don't you stay for the night?"

"I can't, Chris will see I'm not home when he comes pick me up in the morning."

As good as he was to hide his feelings, she still could tell he was amazingly irritated by the mention of her relationship with Chris.

"By the way, this was a one time thing. It was amazing and I don't regret it, but I am dating Chris. I can't keep doing this to him, especially with his captain…", she gave him an apologetic smile, standing there hopeless. The mention of Chris suddenly brought guilt to herself.

He got out of the bed and stood in front of her, with a cold look.

"I see…"

"I'm sorry", she said, after a long sigh.

He grinned and slid his hand on her back, forcing her to come close. He kissed her neck several times, leaving a warm trail on it.

"Wesker, please…", she struggled to get the words out of her mouth, slowly getting pulled in another time.

"Please, what? Please keep going?", he asked amused.

"Captain, please…", she pleaded him.

He would not stop, decided to keep her for himself. She finally pulled away, feeling very uneasy about the whole situation.

"I know you're not used to people telling you no, Captain, but I won't change my mind…"

He chuckled cynically, releasing her. He crossed his arms and fixed her, amused by her comment.

"Don't make it harder than it is, Captain."

His cold demeanor finally came back.

"I'm sorry", he said, emotionless.

She nodded and left the room. He followed her to the entrance door where she found her trench coat. As she was about to open the door and leave, he saw his chances with her dying.

"Jill…"

She turned around, facing him.

"I hope this won't change our work relationship, I wouldn't like the others to figure out what happened.", he said, emotionless.

"This won't, Captain."

He nodded and let her go. He wanted to insist, to convince her to cheat on Chris again, but he had too much pride to do that. Albert Wesker never begged, he used other ways to get what he wanted. Not only having her in his bed was highly satisfying, it was also very amusing to think Chris could find out what happened…