I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update this! I lost the USB I had saved it on and somehow managed to forget about it. X

Serena felt Henrik pause as the room lit up with blue flashing lights. The emergency services had finally reached them and the flashing lights were emanating from outside their window. Serena almost wished they would leave and come back later, but the physician in her was pleased for the sake of her patients.

Henrik held onto her for a second, not wanting to let her go. The feeling of her body against his was too enticing and he had to fight against the carnal desire in himself to release his grip on her.

She watched as he turned the bedside light on, throwing his legs off the side of the bed and straightening his clothes up. He carefully got to his feet, finally turning to look at her. She looked flushed and almost embarrassed as she fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.

"I apologize," Henrik finally said softly. "I shouldn't have . . ."

"No, no," Serena shook her head, trying to give him a reassuring smile. "It's completely fine. I didn't have to reciprocate."

"Why did you?"

Serena paused, staring back at him. "Why did I what?" She asked, knowing full well what he was referring to.

"Reciprocate," He answered, watching her intently.

"Well," she drew in a deep breath. "It's been a long time since I've had any form of . . . contact with a man and . . . I guess this evening's events just . . . I mean . . . maybe we both just required some form of release from all the . . . excitement."

"My thoughts exactly," Henrik nodded.

Serena couldn't help but feel the sting from his acceptance of her theory. She would have liked to think that he had been attracted to her and that she was perhaps more than just a 'release'. "Right," she rubbed her hands together. "Let's get downstairs and see what's going on."

"No doubt our presence will be required," he said, his voice soft again as his gaze fell to the floor.

Serena headed towards the door, brushing past Henrik who was holding the door for her. She breathed in his aftershave and felt almost dizzy as she stepped out into the corridor. She could still feel the tingling sensation from where his hands had touched her skin and tried to stop the warm feeling in her cheeks from proceeding to make her look a fool. She kept ahead of Henrik in the corridor, pausing only to check up on the elderly man who had passed out. He was lying up in bed, smiling brightly at his wife.

Henrik watched as Serena peeped into one of the bedrooms. She gave the patient a warm smile before continuing down the corridor. Her perfume had managed to rub off onto his shirt and his hands. He could smell her scent with every move he made. He could still feel her lips on his and he was intrigued by how much he had wanted it. Perhaps she was right though; perhaps it was nothing more than a kind of release from what had happened – a way to rid themselves of any remaining adrenaline. It was after all, a completely natural pastime and there were millions of people who engaged in casual dalliances with work colleagues. He realized he was trying too hard to convince himself. He should never have agreed to share a room with the woman. He should have known she would do something to manipulate him. Perhaps it had been her plan to destroy his reputation by accusing him of having sexual relations with his subordinate.

Serena continued heading down the staircase towards the reception area. She could hear Henrik following her down and had to fight the urge to increase her pace for fear of slipping and tumbling to her death down the stairs. Henrik would have one hell of a time explaining that to the members of the board. In fact, it would be hard to refute the undoubted accusations of murder that would plague him. She tried to ignore that thought as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Here they are," the hotel manager motioned towards Serena and Henrik. "The doctors."

"Sorry it's taken us so long," one of the paramedics smiled. "Traffic was torture."

"Yes, I hear the roads are covered in snow," Serena nodded.

"No amount of grit in the world could have helped us tonight," the other medic chuckled as two policemen stepped into the reception, shaking the snowflakes off of their thick jackets.

"We'll need to get the stab victim first," Serena said to the medic. "Mr Hanssen managed to stitch up some of his wounds, but you'll need to get him to a hospital."

"Where's the suspect?" One of the policemen asked.

"Which one?" Serena rolled her eyes. "The knife wielding madman or the drugged up chef?"

Both policemen stared back at her, obviously suppressing a smile. "Both, I suppose."

"The chef's up in his room, probably stuffing his face with your evidence and the madman is locked up in a storage room," Serena answered nonchalantly.

"I'll lead the way," the general manager led them away.

Serena turned around to find that Henrik had taken the paramedics upstairs. She headed to the exit and took a cautious step out into the freezing weather. The snow was falling lightly and shimmered beneath the artificial lights. It was mesmerizing. Taking a deep breath, she tried to ignore the thought of Henrik. He had been the bane of her existence for a good few months and there were often times she felt like shoving him out a window and laughing hysterically as she watched him flail about before hitting the ground. The thought of not only feeling comfortable around him but actually liking him was outlandish to say the least. He was incredibly annoying and never showed any form of emotion or even humanity towards people. But, she found herself strangely attracted to him. The thought made her feel like slapping herself senseless.

"Ms Campbell, excuse us," Henrik's voice cut through Serena's thoughts and she spun around to find the victim on a stretcher and the medics already struggling to wheel the stretcher through the snow. She decided to assist them and all four of them struggled until the patient was finally in the ambulance van.

Henrik took a step back, watching as Serena motioned for the old man who had passed out to join them. "It's just precautionary," she was saying. "But I would feel better if they examined you just in case."

The old man thanked her and was helped into the van by his wife who joined them.

"Thanks a lot," the medics called as they started the engine and carefully crept out into the snow.

"I think our work here is done," Serena smiled.

"Indeed," Henrik kept his face as neutral as possible.

"Look," she took a step towards him. "How about we just forget what happened?"

"As long as we both agree on that," Henrik nodded, catching her gaze.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, noticing the look of distrust cross the man's eyes.

"I wouldn't want to hear any rumours on how the Director of Surgery tried to seduce his subordinate."

Serena froze. "Excuse me?"

Henrik could tell he had hit a nerve and instantly regretted it.

"The suggestion that I would have sex with you only to use it to discredit you is not only outrageous but insulting too," Serena hissed, the fury rising in her stomach. "I would imagine that a man as yourself would show a fraction more respect to a woman he barely knows, but then I suppose that would be expecting far too much from an insensitive, egotistic, socially inept, power monger like you."

Henrik listened to her anger. Her words were like daggers, but what seemed to affect him the most was the combined look of anger and hurt in her eyes. He would never have imagined that he would have been able to hurt her; she was one of the thickest skinned people he had ever met.

She turned to leave and then spun back around. "You know what? I'm not even surprised you would think that. I mean, why wouldn't you? Why would anyone want to throw themselves at a man who is so utterly selfish that he doesn't care who he hurts?"

"I could say the same about you on that one," Henrik finally said.

"What?" She practically shouted.

"You think you're viewed as a caring person?" Henrik was trying to control the anger in his voice. "This coming from the woman who single-handedly tried to have me removed from my position? From the woman who tried to muscle her way into my job? From the woman who barely has enough time for her own family?"

"Oh, that's rich coming from a man who doesn't even have a family!" Serena moved right up to him. How dare he bring her family into this?

Henrik was desperately trying to control his emotions as he inhaled Serena's perfume. They were both riled up, but he felt oddly aroused.

Serena turned away from him and felt his hand wrap itself around her wrist and pull her back towards him. Almost losing her balance, she fell against his chest, feeling his heart beating madly against his ribcage. She was about to ask him what the hell he was doing when she felt his lips on hers and she couldn't pull away. It was as though all the pent up rage had exploded and they both feverishly wanted each other.

"Wow, I wish we could have these team building seminars," the policeman whistled.

Serena pulled away from Henrik and had to force herself to walk away. It took every fibre of her being not to turn around. This was all just feeding the insanity that had already happened. She finally reached their room, leaning against the wall beside the bed to try and catch her breath. She kept her eyes on the door, not entirely sure if she wanted Henrik to appear from behind it or not.