Sabrina was fuming as the slap she'd given Patrick lingered in the air between them. How dare he take something special she'd done out of love for him and turn it into something cheap!
Immediately after her slap, Patrick reeled back and touched his cheek, likely more out of surprise that she'd slapped him than any true pain. Sabrina locked eyes with Patrick and conveyed her hurt at his comment. The fact that they'd been engaged in an affair at the time did not, at least in her mind, make anything they'd done together meaningless and cheap. He stared back at her, his own anger and frustration evident in his eyes. Sabrina let out growl-like sigh. If Patrick was unhappy with his situation, it wasn't her fault or responsibility and she refused to feel sorry for him. The man could not have his cake and eat it too and she would not be his mistress now that Robin was back. If he wanted her, then he would have to leave his wife. Otherwise, he needed to let her live her life on her own terms.
They stood there staring at each other in the dim emergency lighting for what felt like ages until Patrick shocked her to her core. Without warning, he stalked toward her, a predatory gleam in his eyes, captured her face with his hands and yanked her toward him for a searing kiss. Sabrina unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck as he backed them into the wall. Once there, Patrick's hands released her face and crept the length of her arms. When his hands met hers, he unclasped them from around his neck, laced their fingers and reached upward until their joined hands were above her head against the wall.
Eventually, Patrick broke their kiss and began trailing kisses all along her face and down her neck as he pressed into her body. Sabrina moaned in pleasure and responded in kind, crushing her body against his, as their hands slid slowly down the wall behind them. Patrick worked his way back up the other side of her chest and neck until their lips met again. Desperate to make him burn the way she was, Sabrina yanked her hands from his and pushed at his shoulders, breaking the kiss and sending him backward.
Sabrina used Patrick's momentary confusion to take control of the situation. She removed her trenchcoat and moved toward him. When she reached him, she ripped his coat from his body, threw it on the floor, and then pushed him until he slammed against the opposite wall. Smiling seductively, Sabrina pounced, crushing herself against him and giving him a passionate kiss.
As she kissed him, she loosened and removed Patrick's tie and untucked his shirt from his dress pants, allowing her hands to roam over his torso. Patrick retaliated by tugging forcefully on the fabric that held her dress closed. Once the material hung loosely at her sides, his hands began traveling all over her body. Then, he regained control by encircling his arms around her and pivoting so Sabrina was once again sandwiched between him and the wall.
They continued kissing and touching each other in a frenzied manner. Just as Sabrina, desperate to be one with him, unbuckled his belt and began unfastening his pants, the lights came on.
Patrick, lost in the throes of passion with Sabrina, had just reached to divest her of her lingerie when the damn lights came back on. Like a bucket of ice water, they brought Patrick back to his senses. He abruptly pushed away from Sabrina and moved to the other side of the elevator to regain his composure. A few more minutes and the two of them would have been going at like rabbits. Patrick couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly as he imagined the doors opening to a worried Robin and Foster only to reveal that scene.
Patrick stared at Sabrina leaning against the wall for support, disheveled yet breathtaking. She pulled her dress closed and then looked at him with eyes full of confusion and asked, "What the hell was that?"
Before Patrick could answer, a voice came over the speaker in the panel calling his name. When he answered, the voice said that they reset the elevator and that it should be moving toward the restaurant momentarily.
With that, Sabrina began panicking and muttering "Oh, God." She turned to face the wall and let her dress briefly fall open so she could re-align it. She tied it shut angrily and attempted to fix her hair (which, in Patrick's estimation, was useless). She took a deep breath and turned around. "Could you please hand me my purse?" she asked on a whisper.
He bent down and picked up her purse from where she'd dropped it when he'd kissed her and handed it to her. Sabrina dug around a moment and pulled out a hair clip. While Patrick marveled at the fact that she could fit a clip in that teeny tiny purse, Sabrina kneeled down and put it on the floor. Then, she ran her hands through her hair and twisted it into a loose updo that she secured with the clip. She briefly looked up at him and said, "I can probably blame the wind and rain for this," as she pointed to her hair. While she fixed her makeup, Patrick went to work on righting himself.
Sabrina was just standing up as the elevator jolted. He reached to steady her, but she said "I'm fine," and pulled away to pick up her trench coat and then handed him his.
Patrick took the coat from her and donned it. He wanted to say a million things to her in that moment, but didn't know where to start. "Sabrina…" was all he managed to get out before she cut him off.
Sabrina looked straight ahead toward the doors, coat and purse in hand, and declared, "I love you, Patrick. But if you want her, then you can't have me. This can never ever happen again."
When the doors opened, Sabrina stepped out into Foster's waiting arms without a backward glance.
Patrick heard Foster fussing over her and Sabrina trying to reassure him as he stepped out and came face-to-face with his wife.
"Are you okay, Patrick?" she asked worriedly.
"Fine," was all he said as he grabbed Robin by the elbow and escorted her into the restaurant.