"You're being awfully quiet this morning," Marc remarks.

"I'm lost in thought I guess."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"I'm just thinking about something weird Daniel said to me the yesterday."

"You'll have to be more specific, Daniel says a lot of weird things."

"I don't know why I'm wasting anytime on it, really..."

"What did he say?"

"He implied that we would make a good couple."

"When?"

"When we were leaving last night."

"You left with him."

"I rode the elevator with him, unfortunately."

"He thought that you guys would make a good couple? Why would he think that?"

"Something about yin and yang, and how we want the same things."

"I can understand that."

"Marc I need your honest opinion..."

He cuts her off, "Wait, you're not seriously thinking about being with him are you?"

"No, but it's a very interesting thought."

"I think that you guys would be lucky to make it out of the bedroom alive."

"But?"

"Don't hate me for saying this, but I won't lie, the thought has crossed my mind before, just as a what if scenario," he admits.

"And what did you come up with?"

"It could go really well, or really, really badly. I know this seems ridiculous, but I could see you guys really happy together, but I could also see you killing one another."

"I had a dream about him."

"A sex dream? I don't want to hear that."

She rolls her eyes, "No it wasn't a sex dream."

"So then what was it about?"

"It's stupid. I don't know why I'm even discussing this with you."

"I've seen you check him out before."

"I don't..."

"You check him out all the time."

She shakes her head.

"Wait, so what was your dream about?"

"It's stupid."

"Tell me, I'm dying to know. Did you dream about killing him?"

"Not last night."

"So what did you dream?"

"I dreamt that we were married."

"You were married to... Daniel?"

She nods.

"Interesting."

"That's not all," she admits.

"What else is there?"

"I dreamt that we had a child."

"Together? I'm sure that child would be gorgeous, let's face it Daniel didn't do too bad in the looks department, but..."

"I'm losing my mind."

"Your grip on reality, maybe. But I don't think you're losing your mind...not yet anyway."

"Why am I even thinking about this?"

"I don't know, you do hate him."

"I don't really."

Marc gasps, "You didn't just admit that."

"I just enjoy picking at him, and pissing him off. He's incompetent, but I don't necessarily hate him."

"I'm pretty sure Hell just froze over."

"I'm being foolish, we should get back to work."

"Please," he begs.

Unfortunately, that night when she slips onto the elevator she finds Daniel holding the door for her.

"Maybe I should start taking the stairs."

"Do you know how many flights of stairs that is?" He questions.

"It's good exercise."

"Unless you fall to the bottom. Let's face it, those heels are not made for walking down stairs."

"True, maybe you should start taking the stairs."

"If it really makes you that uncomfortable to ride the elevator with me, alone, then I'll take the stairs."

"No, you don't have to take the stairs."

"You just like to complain."

"I won't deny that."

He looks at her and smiles.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shakes his head.

"No, tell me what you're thinking," she demands.

"I don't think you want to know."

She steps closer to him. "Tell me," she insists.

"I value my life," he admits.

She takes another step closer. "Tell me what that smug-ass look was for, or I'll have to hurt you."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She takes another step. Her face is less than six inches from his. She looks into his eyes, and he stares back. He waits for a look to tell him to stop, but he doesn't get it. Instead he gets a much different look, and she inches closer. He feels her breath on his neck as she whispers into his ear, "So are you going to tell me what you we're thinking?"

He swallows hard and decides to take a leap of faith. She shivers as his stubble grazes her cheek. He whispers into her ear, "I was just thinking how much better you'd look with your clothes off."

"I see," she manages to choke. She places her palms on the wall of the elevator on either side of him.

Is she going to kill me, or jump my bones? He asks himself. She backs away, and he manages to catch his breath. She stops the elevator, and returns to her previous position. He dumps his jacket on the floor. She yanks at his tie, and he tosses her bag on the ground. Before he can give it a second thought, he's unzipping her.

"You don't have to be so gentle," she tells him, "I like it rough."

He smiles as she slips his shirt over his head. Her dress falls to the ground, and she tosses his belt aside. He feels her long red nails dig into his back as he unfastens her bra.