Dan took Thursday off to spend more time with Sabrina. They'd had a hot and heavy make out session in his office on Tuesday that started with her being pressed against the door while his hands roamed over her body and ended with Mac pounding on said door to get them back to the courtroom before everyone realized where they were. Then they'd shared a few more heated kisses and touches in Dan's favorite supply closet on Wednesday – that time being interrupted by Roz – so Thursday morning while lying in bed with Sabrina, Dan decided to call in.

Initially, they'd planned to have lunch out and visit a museum or two, but after sharing a shower & having to soap up twice, all they did was land back in bed. And quite literally, too. Dan carried Sabrina over his shoulder out of the bathroom and dropped her to the mattress before jumping onto it himself; both of them bouncing and giggling like little kids.

Around three o'clock, they ordered up room service because they were famished from all of their physical activity. By four, they were at it again.

Sabrina had to admit that none of her previous 'friends with benefits' had gotten her attention quite like Dan. Usually, she was more than satisfied with one night with someone, but one night with him was just foreplay. The hunger that burned low within her abdomen – that made her rock her hips ever so subtly back and forth in an effort to relieve the pressure when she watched him in the courtroom – wasn't sated after having sex with him like it had been with the others; it grew instead and exponentially. She craved more of his kisses…more of his caresses…more of everything. It consumed her thoughts and was the kind of intense longing that she'd only read about in books or seen in movies; she never dreamed that it could actually exist.

She was surprised that Dan wasn't Italian because he was the proverbial 'stallion' in bed. After short rests, he was up and ready for more action. Aside from their sexual compatibly, she was having a lot of fun with him. They talked and laughed and played; she truly hadn't known anyone like him, and certainly no one else had made her feel the way she felt when she was with him.

That realization kind of terrified her, but since it was just play with him, she pushed it aside. And when Dan began kissing her neck again and slowly making his way down to her breasts that sported many love bruises already, it was easy to ignore her over-active thoughts and focus on the sinful things that his mouth was doing to her.

Dan covered Sabrina's hand with his – his hold strong and firm – to finish out his slowing orgasm, his breathing labored and uneven.

Once spent, his hand fell away from hers, and she released him, his erection softening. With a blank gaze up to the ceiling, he lay panting after what must have been his fifth or sixth orgasm of the day.

Sabrina lay on her side by him and grinned, quite proud of her 'handiwork'. "How was that?" she asked playfully, holding up her head with her hand, elbow on the bed.

Dan swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, and shifted just his eyes over to her as he licked his lips. "Well…I can't move. So…perfect."

"Want me to get a washcloth?"

"No…I just need a minute…or ten. Who taught you that trick, anyway?"

Sabrina often used a particular 'technique' that she knew most men liked. "No one. Trial and error, I guess."

He grinned and winked at her. "Have I said I might love you?"

Sabrina moved her arm to rest her head on her pillow, curled her hands around his bicep and rested her leg over his. "Have you ever?" she asked curiously.

"What – loved someone?"

"Yeah."

Dan covered her hands with his and breathed deeply. "There were a couple that I think I could have." He shrugged. "They just didn't work out, though, for one reason or another. What about you?"

"About the same."

"The physical realm has always been easier for me. And I have to admit that my head has always been easily turned."

"Mine, too. Boy, we're a pair, aren't we?"

He patted her hands still looped around his arm and gazed at her, his brown eyes shining in happiness. "I think we certainly could be," he said leaning over to kiss her cheek before getting up and heading for the bathroom.

"Nice ass," she complimented, smiling at his naked form walking around the bed.

Dan gave her his little boy grin and then slapped his buttocks twice with both hands before closing the bathroom door behind him. She erupted into laughter at his shamelessness and covered her face. He was nuts – she loved it.

"So I say that we order some more stupid expensive room service and watch Christmas movies," Dan suggested when he returned to the bed and slipped under the sheets with her. They'd been in bed all day, and it was glorious. Sabrina couldn't remember ever doing that before. She couldn't remember ever wanting to do it before.

"I like that idea. And I think Frosty and Rudolph are on tonight."

"Frosty and Rudolph?"

"You know, the stop-motion stuff from the sixties?"

"Ah. Haven't watched them in years."

"Then it's time to get reacquainted." Sabrina reached over to grab the menu from the nightstand and looked at the dinner selections. "What are you hungry for?"

Dan rolled towards Sabrina and began nuzzling her neck, making her giggle. "I think you already know that answer," he murmured against her sensitive skin.

"I meant food, silly."

"Oh, well, you need to be more specific next time," he told her, snatching the menu from her hands.

"Hey!" Sabrina exclaimed, trying to get the menu back from him, and thus ensued a naked wrestling match that lasted for the next few minutes until Dan pinned her down, her wrists pressed to the bed above her head with his thighs on either side of hers.

"I win," he gloated, grinning down at her. "You lose."

"Hmm," she hummed when he leaned down to suck on a particularly sensitive pulse point just under her collarbone. "I don't really consider this losing."

Around ten that night, they were still in bed when Dan reached for Sabrina once more, his arms under her body and cradling her against him. He pressed tiny kisses to the sides of her neck causing goose bumps to pop and crackle along her skin. His attentions were delicate and gentle – a stark contrast to his earlier eagerness.

"Mmm, that's nice," she sighed, running her fingertips up and down his lower back. She enjoyed his genteel touches just as much as his more ardent ones.

"Like what my mouth can do, huh?"

"Oh yeah."

Dan kissed under her jaw and nibbled his way up her cheek. "Wanna feel it between your legs?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling the shell of her ear.

She moaned softly, her nails digging into his flesh. "How could I possibly say no to that?" she replied, kissing him quickly and gazing up into his soft brown eyes. "Let me clean up first." That was one thing that they hadn't done yet, and she was more than ready to.

"Hurry back," he said, moving so that she could get up.

Sabrina climbed back in bed a few minutes later, and Dan was on her quickly.

"Are you in for a treat."

"Think highly of yourself, don't you?"

"Hey – I may not be good at a lot of things, but there are two things that I excel at; being a prosecutor in the courtroom and licking – "

Sabrina placed a finger to his mouth to silence him. "How about you just show me?"

"Yes ma'am."

And show her he did. He knew just the right pressure and speed and had her writhing and gasping in a relatively short time, paying special attention to when she fisted the sheets and repeating those actions that made her pull on them and whimper. He wasted no time in getting her to her orgasm and following through as she climaxed, her hips lifting and shifting as pleasure overtook her.

His tongue did not leave her hot flesh until her very last tremor had passed. Placing a kiss on each inner thigh, he crawled back up and wrapped his arms around her.

"You were right," Sabrina panted, her legs feeling like jelly as they fell to the bed. "That was a treat. Guess practice makes perfect."

As Dan lay beside her, he pulled the sheet up over them. "I don't – uh – I don't always do that with women."

Sabrina gave him a playful eyebrow as she snuggled close to him. "You trying to tell me you see men, too?" she teased.

When he caught her meaning, he laughed and shook his head. "No, I mean, I don't – you know – go down on all of the women I'm with, contrary to what everyone probably thinks."

"You don't? I figured that's where your expertise came from."

He cleared his throat as he put his arm around her shoulders. "I've never told anyone this," he prefaced. "Much of my knowledge of women's bodies came from an older woman that I was with years ago."

"How many years ago?"

"Less than you think," he quietly answered, not looking at her. "I was in my early twenties."

"And she was?"

"Late forties."

"So she was a bit of a cougar, huh?"

"Not exactly. You know that I grew up near New Orleans. Things were different there. People from the bayous lived differently. When we…got together…I was quite clueless, so she taught me."

"You clueless? In your early twenties? Surely you were on your way to being an expert by then." When Sabrina looked up at him and noticed the embarrassed grimace on his face, she asked, "You weren't an expert?"

"I was – um – a bit of a late bloomer," he admitted sheepishly, his voice quiet.

"No way. How old were you your first time?"

He sighed heavily, and she could tell from his hesitation that he was unsure about telling her. "Twenty-one."

"Really?" Sabrina was shocked. She'd just assumed that with his appetite for the ladies that he would have started much younger.

"I was finishing up law school," he shared. "I was interning at a firm when one of the client's wives decided to make me a man right there in the office. I'd been rather sheltered growing up and was so focused on school...I mean, I think I'd kissed one girl in high school. And with no tongue."

"How boring."

"Isn't it, though?" he agreed, his fingertips drawing circles on her shoulder. "Perhaps I shouldn't tell you all this. You'll be kicking me out in no time."

Sabrina shifted so that she could hold her head up with her hand and look into his eyes that were brimming with uncertainty. It was endearing. "Is that why you normally avoid talking about your past? Because you're concerned that someone will judge you for it or use it against you?"

His eyes focused on a spot on the ceiling. "Well, people do that, you know."

"Sadly, yes, some do," she agreed with a sigh. "However, I think you know that I am not one of them. At least, I'd like to think you do. If you feel comfortable telling me, I'd like to hear about it."

Dan's gaze bounced around until he finally looked at her, and she noticed that the desire to tell her was overpowering the fear, thankfully. "Miss LaRue was a family friend," he began. "When I was younger, I did a lot of odd jobs at her house for money. A few months after the client's wife, I ran into Miss LaRue at a barbeque; I hadn't seen her in a couple years because of school. She invited me back to her place and promptly changed into a slinky nightgown before making sazeracs for us."

"Sazeracs?"

"It's a popular drink in the bayous made with absinthe, whiskey, sugar, cognac and bitters," he explained. "And quite strong. It wasn't long before we were flirting and giggling, and next thing I knew, she was taking me to her bed."

"And then proceeded to teach you all about women?" She moved her arm so she could lay her head on his chest.

"Something like that. We saw each other off and on for two years. I'd even give her feedback when I tried something that she'd taught me. She was – " He paused and smiled fondly. "She was a good friend."

"I'm glad she was there for you. I wish all men could learn from an older woman like that. It makes a big difference."

"I agree."

They fell silent for a few minutes. Sabrina assumed that Dan was reliving some of his time with Miss LaRue. She was thinking of how different the real Dan was versus the image that he projected. There was more substance to him than she ever imagined, and part of her wasn't sure how she felt about it. Something told her that when he did truly care for someone, he cared – or at least had the capacity to care – deeply.

"You coming to court tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

"I'll have to try extra hard to behave."

"Why? Because of Harry?"

There was his hesitation again, like he was having an internal dialogue about whether he should say what he was thinking or not. "Harry's part of it, I guess, but I've – I've just been so…I'm not even sure what word I'm looking for. I've just been such a lecherous ass to so many women…chasing after them, saying all sorts of raunchy things to them – hell…doing all sorts of raunchy things to them in less than ideal locations – "

"But you were having fun, weren't you?"

"Yeah…mostly," he agreed with a little shrug. "I just don't want to treat you like the others. I revert back to it so easily."

"Because it's safe." Sabrina understood that concept quite well.

Dan was quiet again. He'd done a lot of that recently. "I guess it is."

"Well, you haven't treated me in any sort of negative way yet, so I'm not too concerned about it," she assured him. "Besides, you're not the only one having to make great effort to behave."

His eyes met hers in amusement. "No?"

"No."

Dan turned to his side and touched her cheek affectionately. "You know, we should invite Harry to dinner with us this weekend. If we can stay out of the bed, that is."

"Sounds great," Sabrina replied with a big yawn as she turned over so her back was against his chest. "We'll tell him tomorrow. Let's go to sleep; I'm exhausted."

"Well, that's all your fault."

"Bite me."

"I did many times, but I'll happily do it some more."

"No," she said with a quiet laugh. "Good night Dan."

He chuckled and gave her a squeeze. "Good night Sabrina."

Sabrina didn't miss the curious stares that she and Dan received as they walked through the court house holding hands on Friday. She understood his reputation and that most were used to seeing him chasing multiple women – not spending time with the same one – so the looks didn't bother her.

"You've kept this one a few days, Fielding," one guy commented as they passed by him in the hall. "What's the matter? You sick or something?"

Sabrina noticed that Dan opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he put his arm around her shoulders and kept walking instead. She smiled and held her head high as they entered the court room. She felt proud to walk by his side, especially having gotten to know the man behind the image.

"Hi guys," Christine greeted.

"Good evening, Miss Sullivan."

"Hi Christine," Sabrina said with a wave. Dan leaned down to kiss her gently and then sat down at his table to begin preparing for session. She decided that it was a good time to go see Harry in his office, and she passed Roz in the hall on her way.

"Hi Roz!"

"Hello Sabrina. I must say, you're looking mighty happy today. I guess you two enjoyed his day off, huh? Did you get to see some sights?"

Sabrina couldn't suppress her grin. "Oh, we saw some sights," she replied, not even trying to hide the implied innuendo in her voice, making both of them laugh.

"You've been a good influence on him," Roz told her, her demeanor relaxed and calm. "I always knew that he had it in him. Well, I'd hoped, anyway."

"There's my beautiful cousin!" Harry exclaimed stepping out from his office. "Thought I heard you out here. Come in – we've still got a few minutes before session."

Roz winked and offered her a rare smile. "We'll chat later."

Sabrina nodded at the bailiff and then followed her cousin into his chambers.

"Sorry we haven't been hanging out. I feel kind of bad about that."

"Aww, don't worry about it," Harry said with a wave of his hand as they sat on the couch. "You're having a good vacation – that's what counts." He paused and looked at her seriously. "You are having a good vacation, right?"

"I'm having a great vacation," she confirmed with a big smile. "And I'm really enjoying spending time with Dan. He's a good man."

Harry nodded and laced his fingers together, elbows resting on his knees. "He is, for the most part. I'm glad you're having a good time. And I'm very glad that he's behaving."

"Speaking of him, we thought – "

"Harry, I've got to run down to holding before – " Dan was saying as he walked in. "Oh…I'm sorry. I didn't know – "

"You've got excellent timing," Sabrina told him, getting up to stand by him. "I was just getting ready to ask Harry about dinner."

"Dinner?" Harry stood and slipped his hands in his pockets.

"Yes, sir. Since Sabrina and I have been spending a lot of time together, we thought that we'd ask you to join us for dinner tomorrow night."

Harry looked back and forth between the two. "Guys, I don't know," he said with a shake of his head. "I'd feel like a third wheel."

"Nonsense," Sabrina said. "You're my family. I insist. You guys can tell stories. I'm sure there are some good ones."

"Well…all right then," he relented with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Sounds great."

Dan and Sabrina sat with his co-workers during the dinner break. Everyone joked and chatted with each other, and with her, which helped her to feel even more comfortable with the group. The first few times that she'd hung out with them, she knew that she and Dan were being watched, and it had made her feel guarded.

When Christine returned to the table with a slice of cheesecake, Sabrina remarked that it looked good and that she wanted a piece, too.

"I'll get it," Dan quickly said as he left the table before she could say anything.

"Has he ever gotten up to get someone else something?" Mac asked, watching him with a stunned expression.

"Only if there was a woman that he wanted to hit on," Roz answered, sipping her coffee.

"I think it's nice," Christine added with a wistful expression on her face as she cut into her dessert. "You know, Dan can be very thoughtful when he wants to be."

"Or when he wants something," Mac mumbled before taking a bite of his sandwich.

As Sabrina watched Dan paying for her treat, she smiled. They probably wouldn't believe how he could be even if she tried to tell them – which she wasn't going to do. She liked keeping his secret side all to herself.

A minute later, he returned and put the dish in front of her. "I chose the biggest one," he said proudly.

"Thank you." Sabrina leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Mmm. If I bring back all of the cheesecake, what will I get?" he teased, lowering his voice.

"Ah, there's our Dan," Mac said with a laugh. "I knew he was still in there somewhere."

Harry took Dan and Sabrina to one of his favorite Italian restaurants not far from Rockefeller Center. They laughed and drank wine while Harry and Dan shared stories from over the years which she loved listening to. Apparently, they had very few 'normal' sessions.

When Dan excused himself for the restroom, Harry asked her, "So have you told him that you're moving here next April?"

Sabrina glanced around to make sure Dan was out of earshot. "No, I haven't."

"Why not? You two are obviously getting along great. You certainly seem to bring out the best in him. You should tell him."

"He thinks I'm leaving in a couple weeks which keeps things uncomplicated. When I move up here, I don't want to be tied down."

Harry snorted and shook his head. "I doubt Dan's going to be picking out china any time soon, Sabrina."

"Maybe so, but – well – while I don't mind spending all this time with him now, I don't plan to when I move up."

Harry's eyes narrowed in confusion. "You're not going to see him anymore?"

"No…it's not like that. I'll just want to see others, too," she explained, keeping her voice down. This wasn't really a conversation she wanted to have with her cousin.

"I'd bet all the money in Mac's rich grandfather's bank account that Dan would be more than fine with seeing you and others, too."

She shrugged. "I'd like to tell him in my own time, Harry."

"All right, all right. I won't say anything," he assured her as Dan returned a few moments later.

"Did I miss anything?"

"Not a thing. I was just getting ready to tell her about that time the hurricane came through and all those women went into labor."

Dan snickered and rolled his eyes. "And you said that I'd never need rubber gloves in the courtroom."

Looking back and forth between the guys, Sabrina said, "Oh, I can't wait to hear this one."

It was almost midnight when Dan and Sabrina returned to her room. As they shed coats, gloves and scarves, they were both yawning.

Dan reached for her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and running his fingers through her soft tresses that hung loose down her back. "I want you," he told her, his gaze soft and lingering. "But I'm so tired, I'm afraid that I might fall asleep while worshipping your beautiful body."

Sabrina smiled as she put her arms around his waist and clasped her hands behind his back. "And I'm so tired, I'd probably fall asleep while you're doing it."

Letting go of her hair, he cradled her face in his hands, the warmth from his skin warming her cheeks that were still chilly from the night air. "There's always tomorrow morning. We're not meeting up with Harry until after lunch." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Very true," she agreed. Before leaving the restaurant, they'd made plans to spend Sunday with Harry. "Sounds good to me. Let's go to bed."

"Yes ma'am."

Ten minutes later after bathroom breaks and changing into pajamas, Dan and Sabrina crawled into bed. He rolled towards her and kissed her gently.

"Good night Sabrina."

"Good night Dan."

Somewhere between three and four in the morning, Sabrina awoke to a warm body covering hers and lips that were nipping up and down her neck. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but when she felt something hard between her legs, she knew it was real.

"Thought you were tired," she whispered, the corners of her mouth lifting in a sleepy smile.

"I was, but Big Dan wanted a little attention. He was lonely."

"Aww, well we can't have that, can we?" She gently pushed him off of her so that she could shimmy her pajama bottoms off while he did the same.

Sabrina was half asleep, so when he slid inside her, it felt like a dream. She was surprised he'd been able to get in that easily, but as he began moving above her, her thoughts turned a bit fuzzy.

Their union was less frenzied than their others had been. Moans were softer, movements slower – Sabrina thoroughly enjoyed it. The quiet of the early morning provided a backdrop for them that caused their consciousness to float in the haze between sleep and reality. Her limbs felt heavy as she held on to him, but in some way, she was more aware of every movement of his body against hers and every groan tumbling past his lips.

When Dan came, he gripped her tighter and buried his face in the crook of her neck, whimpering and gasping through his orgasm. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she scolded herself for not using protection, but she was too sleepy to care at the moment.

"Big Dan feel better now?" she whispered.

"Mmm hmm. He missed her."

Sabrina yawned, the veil of sleep slowly returning. "She missed him, too."

Dan rolled to her side so that his chest was against her back, put his arm over her waist and held her close. Both were asleep in minutes.

On Sunday, Dan and Sabrina were awakened by the phone ringing. They both groaned until she finally picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice scratchy. The sun was shining in through the opening in the curtain and seemed awfully bright. She squeezed her eyes shut and rolled away from the offending glare.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead," Harry greeted, his tone amused. "Late night, huh?"

Sabrina yawned as Dan cuddled against her and nuzzled her neck. She playfully pushed him away and asked, "What do you mean afternoon? It's only morning."

"Sabrina," Harry said, trying not to laugh. "Look at the clock."

Rolling to her other side, she squinted at the clock to see that it was almost one-thirty.

Suddenly more awake, Sabrina sat up in bed and looked at Dan with frantic eyes. "Oh God – I'm so sorry, Harry. I had no idea that it was so late. I feel awful. Where are you?"

"In the lobby."

Dan was already up and scrambling for their clothes.

"We'll be down in thirty minutes."

"Harry, I apologize," Sabrina repeated when they finally met up with him and left the hotel.

"We really didn't mean to sleep so late," Dan added, guilt shrouding his face.

"Guys, it's fine. Seriously. So where are we going?"

"Dan has shown me a few of his favorite spots but – "

"I bet he has," Harry quipped, elbowing Dan who smiled awkwardly.

Sabrina playfully smacked her cousin's arm, though she supposed she preferred his ribbing to his accosting. "Anyway, why don't you show me some more of yours?"

"Okay. Hope you like magic!"

The trio spent most of the day wandering around the city. The closeness between Harry and Dan was obvious, and even though Harry got frustrated with Dan sometimes, she could tell that they were still good friends. If the stories she'd heard were any indication, they'd been through a lot together.

When Dan stepped outside to hail a cab while Harry and Sabrina waited inside the restaurant where they'd just finished dinner, he said, "You may not want to hear this, Sabrina – and I can't believe I'm saying it – but you and Dan do make a cute couple. I've watched him all day, and I've never seen him behave like this – not for this long, anyway."

"I don't mind hearing it. We're having an amazing time together." She paused, her expression turning serious. "I suppose that's what scares me."

"Scare you? Why does it scare you?"

Sabrina shrugged and looked away. It was the first time voicing her thoughts about how she was feeling. "Not scare, exactly. I don't know. I mean, neither one of us is ready for anything committed – hell, he thinks I'm leaving in a week – but –"

"But you're starting to care for him, aren't you?"

Compassion shone bright in his eyes as Sabrina bit her lip and nodded. It wasn't often that men found the path to her heart – she kept it well hidden – but Dan had. She had not planned on this at all. She'd tried to ignore it for days, but she couldn't any longer. The more time she spent with him, the more time she wanted to spend with him, and that just didn't fit into her plans. Not even a little.

Harry smiled sweetly in understanding as Dan returned to tell them that he had a cab waiting.

Later that night in bed as she lay in Dan's arms, he asked, "Call me crazy, but have you ever thought about moving here?"

Instantly alarmed, Sabrina looked at him with wide eyes. "Here? In New York City?"

"Yeah. I mean, I know you're from here – Harry said that you moved away about ten years ago – but have you ever thought about moving back?"

With her heart racing, she briefly wondered if Harry had said anything to him, but she knew he wouldn't. At least, she was pretty sure he wouldn't. God, she hoped he wouldn't.

"Um…well…I suppose I have," she answered carefully, looking away from him and feeling very uncomfortable. "Why?"

Dan trailed his fingertips along her arm that was lying across his body. "I know I've only known you a short time, but I've spent time with a lot of women. I've been having an exceptionally good time with you and not just physically. The conversations we've had have been very…um…I don't know exactly. I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here."

Unsure of how to respond, she decided to say something in the hopes of diffusing the conversation. She'd had a lot of experience steering clear of emotions. "Well, we're still in the honeymoon stage. You might be tired of me by the time I leave."

He patted her arm affectionately. "Hmm. Doubt it, sweetheart."

Sabrina bit her lip and remained quiet.

Monday, after session, Sabrina and Harry were waiting for a cab to head back to his apartment when Mac rushed out of the courthouse.

"Sir!" he called, running up to them as they stood near the curb in the chilly night air. "You've got to come back in. Remember the loon in the trench coat that insisted he was from Pluto?"

"Yeah. I thought he was on a one way spaceship to Bellevue."

"He was, but they're running late. He managed to get into your office and handcuff himself to your chair – naked – and is demanding to see you to discuss his 'Plutonian rights'!"

"No!"

"Uh huh!"

Harry looked at Sabrina then, an apology clouding his face. "Um…maybe I should take care of this. Rain check?"

"Of course," she said as they all rushed back inside and into the elevator. "You know I understand. Maybe I'll see if Dan is still here."

As Mac and Harry headed for his chambers, Sabrina decided to check the cafeteria first. She didn't see Dan there, so she checked the courtroom next. Art – the handyman – was there buffing the floor.

"Excuse me, do you know if Dan is still here?" she asked. She'd only met the guy once, but he seemed nice.

"I think I heard him mention something about stopping by his office on his way out."

"Okay, I'll check there. Thank you."

Sabrina had been in Dan's office a couple of times, and both visits had been rather fun; Tuesday being the most recent. She thought that maybe they could have a quick romp on his desk or something and then she could make up some excuse about getting back to her hotel and avoid any more talk about moving. She knew it sounded ridiculous – she just couldn't help it.

As she approached the closed door, she assumed he'd left and started to leave, but then a muffled sound from inside caught her attention. Maybe he was on the phone. She smirked – maybe she could interrupt him. That could be fun.

Sabrina knocked a couple times before opening the door. "Dan, how about – "

But she was not prepared for what she saw. A slender woman with curly brown hair was sitting on Dan's lap with his face cupped in hands that sported long, blood red tipped fingernails, and her lips were firmly attached to his.

Sabrina gasped in shock. Feeling like she'd been punched in the stomach, she took off running as fast as she could. Vaguely, she thought she heard Dan calling after her, but she didn't stop.

Oh boy...who do you think is sitting on Dan's lap?

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