Shane gripped his coffee mug tightly as he trudged into his office building. The heat from the mug was nearly scorching his palm but he didn't really mind it too much. The pain almost felt kind of nice. It distracted him from the million other things on his mind.

It had been two days since Mitchie confessed her feelings and subsequently ended their little affair and he hadn't seen her since. Apparently, she had caught a bad case of the 'flu' and was unable to come in to work.

Bullshit, he thought to himself as he walked past his receptionist. She stood slightly and looked as if she was about to say something to him but when he didn't stop to talk, she lowered herself back into her seat sheepishly.

Shane struggled to balance his shoulder bag, coffee mug and a folder of papers he had picked up on the way in as he tried to open his office door. He stuck the folder in between his teeth and opened the door with his semi-free hand. He quickly walked in and shut the door behind him. When he turned to his desk, what his eyes saw made his heart skip a beat.

"Mitchie," He mindlessly muttered forgetting all about the folder in between his teeth. The papers inside went spilling all over the floor and in the commotion the coffee mug ended up tumbling out of his hand. "Shit."

Mitchie turned to face her bumbling boss. It was hard for her to keep up the professional façade she had decided she would now have around him but she had to. She had to show him she was serious about what she said. She wasn't going to be his little toy anymore.

"I-I didn't know you were coming in today." Shane bent down to pick up the fallen paperwork but looked up every so often as he spoke. He couldn't help but notice the outfit she was wearing was one of his personal favorites. The high-waist black pencil skirt paired with a particularly fitting white blouse…drove him insane. As much as he loved her in it, he wanted nothing more to get her out of it. And, maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him or maybe it was the way the sun was shining through the office window and directly on her, but her hair seemed a lighter shade of brown than it had been before. She just had a different vibe about her altogether.

"You look," He took a breath as he let his eyes roam on her. "Amazing."

Mitchie walked out from behind Shane's desk shaking her head. She picked up a file on the desk and walked over to him.

"Here are updated contracts." She extended her arm to hand him the folder and was caught off guard when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his body.

Shane could see was Mitchie was attempting to do. If she thought acting as if the past year and half hadn't happened and that they were suddenly only co-workers, was going to fly by him, she was sadly mistaken.

He would be lying if he said he didn't take some joy in the obvious effect he had on her. She was trying so very hard to keep the façade up but he knew she wouldn't be able to for long. Being that they were so close, he could feel nearly everything her body was doing. Her knees were a bit wobbly, her breathing was ragged, her eyes were searching for a place to land that wasn't on his face and her bottom lip was wedged between her teeth. An obvious sign she was trying hard to resist the temptation.

"Let me go Shane." Her voice was barely audible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." He replied with a smug smirk.

"Let go of my wrist." She demanded through gritted teeth.

Once again, he pretended as if he didn't hear her. "I'm sorry, did you say 'give me a kiss'?"

"Shane don't–"

Mitchie couldn't even finish her warning before Shane pressed his lips against hers. Almost instinctively, she found herself kissing back. She wanted so badly to pull away but kissing Shane always made her weak in the knees and judging from how tightly he had his arm coiled around her waist, she just didn't have the strength to.

"Sir, Gibson is on line one calling about–"

Mitchie and Shane immediately jumped away from each other when they heard the sound of the door opening. Mitchie glared at Shane before turning to go pick up some more papers from his desk.

"Oh, I'm, uh, sorry. I-I didn't know–" Samantha, the receptionist, apologized quickly and directed her gaze at the floor.

"It's fine Sam." Shane assured her. He may have seemed cool on the outside but on the inside he felt like he was about to explode. It was his worst fear happening. Someone had seen him and Mitchie together. "Tell Gibson I'll call back later."

Samantha nodded embarrassedly and left the room, closing the door behind her.

As soon as she was gone, Shane turned to face Mitchie who was shaking her head, avoiding eye contact with him.

"You shouldn't have done that." She slammed the papers she held in her hand down on his desk. "Dammit, Shane!"

"Shh," He held a finger over his lips as he looked back at the door. "After what Sam just saw, the last thing we need is her hearing you yelling my name."

"God, is everything a joke to you? This is serious, Shane. She could be out there right now calling Ashley and telling her what she saw."

The thought never even crossed Shane's mind. Samantha wasn't the type to do something like that. She was a naturally quiet person. If anything she'd take what she saw to her grave and never tell a soul.

"Mitchie, baby, you gotta relax." He reached out to touch her shoulder but she shrugged him off.

"Don't touch me." She said coldly. "And don't call me baby."

Shane just stood there as she pushed past him and left his office.

She was serious. His flirtation skills weren't going to be enough to make her change her mind about the status of their relationship. He was still going to have to choose: her or Ashley.

…

Ashley stomped into Shane's office building with the intent on surprising her husband by stopping by to pick him up for dinner. She figured they should spend some time together after their little spat a couple of nights ago.

"Mrs. Gray," Samantha, the receptionist, looked up at Ashley with wide eyes as she walked up to the desk.

"What's wrong, Sam? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." Ashley joked as she removed the sunglasses from her face.

"No, it's just…" The timid girl was getting flustered. It was hard for her not to tell this woman what she had saw earlier. Granted, she didn't actually see Shane and Mitchie kiss but the way they pulled away when she walked in was very suspicious. Not to mention all the times they flirted around the office as if no one would notice. "Never mind."

"Don't you 'never mind' me," Ashley leaned onto the desk and gave Samantha a warm smile. "C'mon, you seem like you have something on your mind and its bugging you."

The two women turned their heads at the sound of a pair of heels clicking their way toward them. Samantha let out a sigh of relief while Ashley straightened up, her eased expression suddenly turning more serious.

"Why hello Mitchie." Ashley greeted her as she walked up to Samantha's desk. "Long time no see."

Mitchie shot her a fake smile before turning to Samantha. "Tell Shane I'm leaving. Thanks, Sam."

"Buh-bye Mitchie." Ashley waved as she watched Mitchie leave the building. Once she was gone, she turned back to Samantha. "Does she always wear such tight clothing?"

Samantha shrugged her shoulders. "Its not like she doesn't pull it off. Plus, none of the guys around here seem to mind much."

"Even Shane?"

Ashley noticed how Samantha suddenly tensed up at her question. She was no body language expert but it seemed like Samantha knew something she wasn't telling. Being that she had studied law for a number of years, Ashley knew exactly how to get it out of her.

"I'm just messing around." She said playfully hitting her hand on the desk. "Shane's not that kind of guy. When he put this ring on my finger and promised to love and cherish our relationship, he meant it."

Samantha squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. She felt like she owed it to this woman to tell her what she saw. She didn't think she could ever sleep peacefully again if she just let Ashley continue to think her husband was such a saint.

"Mrs. Gray, some people are really socially while others are more observers," Samantha started to speak, getting Ashley's full attention. "I myself am an observer. I sit at this desk all day and I observe. I see nearly everything that goes on around here."

"What are you trying to say Sam?" Ashley asked feeling that she was on the verge of a confession.

"Its not my place to get involved in your marriage but just based on my observations, in my personal opinion, maybe you don't know what kind of guy Mr. Gray actually is."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Ashley's question seemed to fall on deaf ears. Samantha winced and looked away feeling she had already said too much. "Sam, if you saw something involving Shane, you should tell me. I'm his wife after all."

Samantha sighed heavily. "This morning I went into his office to tell him about this company calling to speak with him and when I walked in, he and Mitchie were standing awfully close and they seemed a bit jumpy. That's it. Maybe I'm over exaggerating the situation but I'm just telling you what I saw."

Ashley gritted her teeth. She knew it all along. Shane had been sneaking around behind her back with his freaking assistant. Just the thought of it burned her up. She wanted to stomp into his office right then and confront him about it but she couldn't. Not yet at least. She had to break her own unfaithful ties to men before she could go yelling at Shane for his.

"Thanks for telling me Sam. You're a great friend." She said composing herself and putting on her best fake smile. "Would you mind not telling Shane I came?"

"Sure thing, Mrs. Gray."

Ashley smiled. Mrs. Gray. She wasn't sure how long after today she'd stay 'Mrs. Gray'. It might have seemed a little bit hypocritical but she wasn't about to continue a marriage with a cheater. The only thing that would possible make her stay was the world's best apology from Shane and, more importantly, a decision®: her or Mitchie.

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