Lie to Me and its characters are creations of Samuel Baum and copyrighted by 20th Century Fox.
Unfortunately they are not mine.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who R & R :) {{HUGS}}
4. Morning
Hidden away in the serene darkness of her bedroom, morning announced itself as it flickered through a small crack in the curtains illuminating Gillian's silhouette. She rolled away from the harsh light of reality as it penetrated her restless slumber, as images of her and Cal flooded her memory, vividly assaulting her senses. She pulled the covers over her head in an attempt to stop the onslaught, however failed miserably when she felt the dull ache between her thighs, reminding her of the events that had transpired in her office the night before.
Gillian groaned in frustration, debating whether she could simply call in sick. Sighing she shook her head shaking away the last remaining traces of sleep. She brought the covers down from over her head. She shifted and pushed the sheets away from her body, as she extracted herself from the warm confines of her bed. She stood rubbing her face gently, as she gingerly made her way to the bathroom.
Gillian stepped out of the shower and patted herself dry. Walking over to her closet, she spotted the alarm clock and swore softly as she saw she was running late. She hurriedly pulled on a tailored, form fitting, deep purple dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She slipped her feet into a pair of her favourite Jimmy Choo sling backs.
Forgoing her usual light make up, she made her way down the hall and grabbed her purse off the bench before she rushed out the front door.
Thirty minutes later, Gillian walked through the front doors of The Lightman Group. She had planned to head straight to her office but was stopped by Anna as she passed the front desk.
"Dr. Foster, Dr. Lightman wanted to see you as soon as you got in," Anna told her and she watched as Gillian winced slightly as his name.
"You look different today, Dr. Foster. Did you do something to your hair?" she asked curiously.
Gillian gave the young receptionist a small smile. "No Anna. I was running late this morning and haven't had a chance to do my make-up yet," she offered.
Eyeing Gillian, Anna's eyes dropped to her neck and she tried to suppress a grin as she spotted a small purple bruise. She took a step towards her dropping her voice to a low whisper.
"Ahh Dr. Foster, you might want to put some cover up over that," she said with a small flick of her wrist.
Gillian looked slightly puzzled. "Over what?" she asked.
"Umm, I... umm... you seem to have a... hic...umm... a love bite on your neck." The younger woman stuttered as she dropped her gaze away from Gillian.
Gillian felt herself blush and a hand flew to her neck. "Oh I ahh.. Thank you, for letting me know Anna. I'll just be in my office," she replied, embarrassed.
Walking briskly down the corridor, she made it to her office and closed the door behind her.
Searching through her bag, she looked for her cover up. Gillian let out a frustrated sigh when she was unable to find it.
"Is everything okay Dr. Foster," Ria asked softly behind her."God Ria, you scared me." Gillian jumped, startled by her young employee.
"Yes sorry everything is fine; I was just looking for something." She told her, offering a small smile. She had expected that seeing Ria after last night would feel much more awkward, but so far it had been okay.
"Oh okay then," Ria shifted nervously, glancing at the floor. "Umm I just wanted to apologise for last night. I didn't ...I mean I never..." She tried before closing her eyes and took a calming breathe.
"I'm sorry I ran out like that and I promise not to say anything about you and Lightman," she told her boss genuinely. "To be honest I always thought you guys would get together, but thought Lightman had blown his chances with the way he has been treating you lately," she told Gillian truthfully. She had always known that there was this bond between them, but hadn't thought they had crossed that line, yet. "How long has it been going on between the two of you?" Ria asked curiously.
"There isn't anything going on between Cal and I, Ria. What you saw last night was nothing. Why don't you say we just forget about the incident and move on?" Gillian spoke firmly indicating that the subject was no longer up for discussion.
Ria nodded slightly. "Uhh, sure. Sorry to have brought it up, Dr. Foster. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," she said earnestly.
Gillian shook her head. "It's okay, don't worry about it," she said offering Ria a warm smile.
"I thought I should warn you though before you saw him. Lightman is on the war path this morning. Just wanted to give you the heads up," she told her quietly. "Oh and if you don't want people talking you might want to cover that," Ria said pointing to the purple mark on her neck.
Gillian blushed and looked away awkwardly. "Thank you, Ria."
"You and Loker might want to keep out of Cal's way today," she suggested trying to spare her two employees any further discomfort.
"We would, but he wants all of us in the Lab in an hour. Something about going over footage from the exhibition a few days ago." She shrugged.
Of course he does, Gillian thought sarcastically. It was typical of Cal. He never was one to shy away from an awkward situation, but would often like to make them worse.
"Okay I'll be there. Oh and Ria, has he said anything to you about...," she asked waving her hands slightly.
"No, I haven't seen him this morning. I've been trying to avoid him," Ria admitted, a little embarrassed.
Gillian laughed softly. "I understand. Why don't you go get yourself a coffee before we start? We aren't busy at the moment," she suggested. The poor girl looked a little on edge.
"You wouldn't mind?" Ria looked up gratefully meeting Gillian's gaze. She loved that Gillian was so maternal, and she took comfort in the fact that Gillian would stand up to Cal on their behalf if things got rough.
"No, go ahead. Just make sure you're back in an hour." Gillian smiled, reassuring the young woman in front of her.
"Thanks. Did you want me to bring you back your usual?" Ria asked relieved she would be able to escape the office for a little while at least.
"That would be lovely." Gillian smiled warmly.
"Thanks," Ria nodded and offered a smile in return as she exited the office.
An hour later, Gillian walked into the Lab expecting to be the last one to arrive. She was surprised when she found it empty. Sighing to herself, she was sure that Ria had said an hour.
She hadn't seen Cal all morning, and was quietly dreading what was to come.
Gillian pulled out a chair and sat in front of one of the monitors. She pressed a few buttons, entering her password, and brought up the security footage from the previous night.
She had forgotten about the cameras last night and was suddenly grateful that no one was around; as it gave her the opportunity delete the footage of her and Cal from the night before.
Searching the footage, Gillian found her intended target. She wasn't sure why she just didn't delete it right away, but curiosity got the better of her and she clicked play.
The screen suddenly jumped to life, and she watched with intrigue as two shadowy figures moved about. She watched as their passion took hold of them; watched how they clung to one another in a desperate bid for release.
Gillian felt the blush creep up her neck as the heat spread over her cheeks. She felt a pull, low in her belly as she remembered the feel of Cal above her, as she watched them on the monitor. She was too enthralled by the movements of the lovers on the screen, that she didn't hear the door open and hadn't realised Cal had snuck up behind her, until she felt his hot breath tickle the sensitive skin of her neck.
Gillian gasped, surprised by his closeness. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped, when she felt his lips on her throat. He nipped and sucked at the same spot he had last night, marking her once again; she tried to suppress a moan, but it caught low in her throat.
Cal smirked as his eyes caught the image on the screen. He knew she couldn't deny how she felt, not when her body reacted to him the way it did. Shifting, he ran his fingers down the length of her arms as he leaned into her; his chest firmly pressed against her back. His hands came to rest on top of her thighs, and he felt her sharp intake of breathe.
Moving his lips to her ear, he nipped at it gently as he used his thumbs to trace patterns on her dress.
"Now I know your porn face, darlin'."
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