Rachel was able to avoid Joanna mostly, but unable to purge the image of having seen the woman naked. After another night of restless sleep and a morning spent chasing down one of the suppliers from Milan, Rachel was returning from lunch with Sophie.

Rachel watched Sophie. The girl was oddly twitchy; she would plaster a smile on her face, then her brow would begin to twitch and a nervous dismay would come over her expression. Then she would force another smile, and the cycle would begin again.

"I really think she's going to like this macaroon," she finally said, sounding unconvinced.

"Oh, honey... sure she will," Rachel replied, stepping off the elevator after the clearly delusional woman.

Rachel felt, like guitar strings pulled too tight. Sophie had actually paid for lunch today because Rachel was so spacey. The constant nerves, sleeplessness, and butterflies. Feeling this way was definitely not voluntary.

The pair walked in just in time to see Joanna locking her office door. Their boss saw them and smiled, slipping the key into her pocket.

"Hi! I saved you a macaroon," Sophie said, paper bag extended, smiling.

"Oh great! I'll keep it in my butt with your nose." And with that the woman snatched the bag and was gone.

Sophie took a moment, and then the pair carried on as if it hadn't happened.

"That's weird, she locked the door," Rachel said with a frown. In her entire time working there, she didn't think she'd ever seen Joanna lock up when it wasn't the end of the day.

"You know why? She's got the Christmas bonus list in there," Sophie said conspiratorially. "I saw her working on it this morning."

Rachel grinned. Oo... fun.

"Okay, swear you won't tell, but when Mark left he gave me a key to Joanna's office. Wanna see the list?"

The pair opened the door and, for a second, Rachel thought she might be dreaming. Chandler was sitting, sans pants, in his piercingly blue shirt, handcuffed to her boss's desk chair like a kinky sex treat. Her jaw was slack and she was sure she was drooling beneath her hands.

Chandler looked similarly shocked, but he rallied more quickly than she could. His shocked expression melted behind an amused mask and he gave them both a half-smile, breaking the silence with a casual, "Hi... How are you?"

Rachel shoved Sophie out the door and followed, closing it hard behind her.

She was aggressively unproductive for the next hour, fuming. This was unfair. All this thinking and fantasizing, and here he was, trapped in handcuffs. For Joanna. Joanna, who he'd promised to end things with! Oh, she could kill him. Or bite him.

She did the only thing that might calm her nerves. She called Monica and Phoebe.

"Wow, looks like my psychic was right. Go Chandler," was all Phoebe had to say, but Monica had been wonderfully sane. Rachel felt in control of herself, and she was pissed.

She would chew him out later, when he had pants on, and she wasn't feeling so… feral.

The intercom buzzer on her desk phone broke the office silence. The nerve of that man.

"What?" she asked with venom, punching the intercom button with unnecessary force.

"Rachel," came his voice, a parody of a corporate boss, "could I see you for a moment?"

She put her hands on her hips, lips pressed together, considering. She crossed the room and entered the office before she could change her mind.

Chandler was sitting behind the large wooden desk, still cuffed to the chair. He looked up at her with a closed-mouth smile.

"Okay, here's the situation," he said, his tone still mock-professional. "The keys to the cuffs are on the back of the door. Could you be a doll and grab them and scoot on over here and unlock me?"

Her eyes narrowed into slits.

"And on a totally separate subject, that is a lovely pantsuit," he added, adding a little more sincerity to his voice.

"You promised you would break up with her," she all but growled.

"I did!" Chandler replied earnestly. "She just took it really, really well!"

She made him promise her he would truly break up with her boss, no matter how "well" she took it, and uncuffed him using the keys on the back of the door. He rubbed his wrists appreciatively.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"No I just always see guys do this in movies," he quipped. And then Rachel's eyes rested on the door handle.

The handle that had been locked when Joanna left. Sudden dread came over her. She would be in trouble not only because one of her best friends was breaking up with Joanna again, but also because she had a key to Joanna's office her boss didn't know about.

Chandler didn't see it that way, trying to assure her he could lie his way out of anything. She wasn't willing to put her entire career on his ability to lie to a woman he'd broken up with twice already.

So there was a strange sequence of events that ended with him handcuffed to the filing cabinet, and with her head so fuzzy, she couldn't think. She needed to save her job, and a great-smelling, half-naked Chandler wasn't helping her make decisions. If he wasn't locked back to the chair when Joanna got there, she would definitely be fired.

"Look, you're in trouble either way!" he pleaded, one arm locked to the cabinet, the other holding his pants. She yanked on the pant leg. This was the weirdest game of tug of war she'd ever participated in. "Okay, if she comes in and sees me locked to this instead of the chair she's gunna know you were in here. So you might as well just let me go!"

Rachel got an idea and suddenly her mouth went dry. Maybe this would be a way for her to get two things she wanted.

"What if I clean your bathroom for a month?" she began, her heart pounding.

"Still wouldn't be clean," he said with a shrug. She squinted at him. Gross. "All I want is my freedom."

I'll bet that's not all you want, she thought to herself. Then she wanted to kick herself in the head.

She offered again.

"Freedom!" he reiterated.

She pretended to have a realization, snapping her shaking fingers.

"I've got it!"

"You don't have it," he said, eyeing her suspiciously and taking a step back.

Her mouth was dry as she said, "What if I... kiss you?"

Chandler had his mouth open to rebuttal, but it snapped shut at that. His arm that was extended, pointing at her went slack, and the fight left his body.

He laughed a little. "Excuse me?"

"I will kiss you, if you help me save my job and get relocked to your chair." She could see the wheels spinning in his mind.

"Weird joke, Rach. You're... you're not serious."

"Dead serious." Rachel felt her not insignificant stores of confidence beginning to flag. Silence. He was staring so intently, trying to read her. Her cheeks began to flood with color.

"You know what, forget it," she said, moving to leave the office. "Enjoy the next few hours standing."

"No, wait! I accept!" he said quickly, reaching out to catch her at the door. She stopped, his warm hand on her elbow, the touch elicited a reaction from her heart and a throb inside her lower belly. "Conditions: longer than a minute, with tongue."

She considered coming up with some counteroffer to keep up with the appearance of doing this for her job, "One minute."

"Fine," he agreed. She looked down at his hands. They were shaking a tiny bit. "And you're not going to... back out on me, once you've got me in the chair?" he asked, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, shut up. Of course I'm not going to. Unlike you, when I promise to do something, I don't continue to sleep with it anyway."

"Well okay then."

She unlocked the cuff carefully, and he made no move to run, watching her with his pretty, blue eyes, silent. She pulled him back to the chair, feeling his body heat follow her in the small room. He sat while she locked his wrists around the chair arm. Her face burned. She wondered idly if he could hear her heart beat, since that was all she seemed to hear.

Her fingers skated over the locked cuffs. She could feel him watching her.

There was something about his eyes on her she really really liked. She glanced up at him from under her lashes, using one of her dating tricks that had given great results in the past. His breath stopped as their eyes met and she inwardly preened.

"Fuck," he cursed.

"Okay, then," she breathed. She braced herself lightly on the arms of the chair and leaned forward. He was so still, as if all this was part of his dream too, and any movement on his part might stop her. Not a chance.

He held her gaze until their noses were brushing and she could feel his panting against her mouth, his rosy lips slightly parted, with his gaze flickering from her eyes to her mouth.

He was so warm.

She slowly dropped her lips and he tilted his face up to meet hers. Hesitant, gentle at first. She melted a little as his lips moved on hers, soft and sexy. They lightly sucked on each other. She readjusted and their tongues slid together with a small moan from both of them. He took her bottom lip into his mouth and bit gently, pulling a sigh from her.

Without thinking she moved onto the chair with him, straddling his lap. He paused and began to pull back.

"Rach-?"

Her hands left the chair and moved up to his face, burying themselves in his hair and pulling him back to her. Her hips and ass were on his thighs, but she was very aware of what was just a few inches in front of her.

Chandler had been sitting up, but now he fell slightly back in the chair and she followed him, addicted to his mouth, pressing their bodies together with only his stupid arm in the way. He moved and his elbow dug slightly into her ribs.

"Ow!" she growled against his lips and he laughed a little, the vibrations making her skin tingle and her nipples tighten.

"Please move back a little?" he asked a happy glow in his voice. She began smiling too and sat back.

He moved his arm up and she slid beneath it, now pressed flush against his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck smiling. She could feel him between her thighs. He was hard.

Seeming to notice what she'd clearly noticed, Chandler cleared his throat and said, "So... are we going to talk about this? I mean I'm totally on board."

"Why don't we just... see where things go?" He nodded, his eyes falling back to her lips.

Before he could say anything, Rachel rocked her hips forward and they both moaned as she reconnected their lips. She was pleased to find him...well endowed. Her own sex was dying for some attention. The friction between them was rain in the desert. She ached for him in a way that was painful.

She rocked forward again, rubbing against him in just the right way. He began to kiss her more insistently, and suddenly she felt like she was the one who was cuffed, because she was completely vulnerable to this man, whether he knew it or not.

Taking the lead, he dominated her mouth, stroking and sucking while his arm around her pressed her hips forward, grinding her into him, and causing her to shudder again. Something was building deep in her. She could tell how badly he wanted to touch her from the way the cuffs clanked loudly as he tugged.

She was moving with a fairly steady rhythm, surrounded by his heat and that delicious Chandler smell. She let her lips drift to his neck, and her nose brushed him as she breathed him in. Was the man made of aphrodisiac?

His tan collarbone was exposed through the gape in his blue button-down. She moaned as he deftly rubbed her in just the right way, and decided she'd leave him a souvenir. She lowered her head to the crook of his neck and began to suck and nibble hard, taking breaks to simply shudder at his surprising skill, until he had a nice hickie.

She sat back and smirked at him a little. He glanced down at his collar, then back up at her with a hungry grin.

She gasped when he pressed his face into her chest, still grinding up into her at a mercilessly slow, grueling pace. It was sweet, sweet torture. Her blouse was cut low enough that he reached one of her nipples with his mouth, causing her to arch and gasp. He looked up at her from her chest and she could only stare down in lust-hazed wonder. Her nipples had always been incredibly sensitive.

He used the hand that he could to knead her ass while he began to tease her breast alternately with his teeth, lips and tongue. All the while, she continued to move against him, a fire climbing in her. She moved her hands to the back of his head and didn't know if she wanted to clutch him closer or yank him away from her chest. This sensory overload was beginning to make her thrusts erratic, so he began to use his arm more insistently, guiding her wild movements. She felt like a wild animal wanted to rip out of her, clawing her from the inside out.

He moved to her neck and began to suck. "Chandler," she whispered in a dreamy voice. He suddenly pressed her hips forward again, biting her in tune with his thrust and her eyes flew wide with the unexpected orgasm that ripped through her. She arched against him and he let her ride it out, kissing the place he bit more gently and peppering her face and neck. Eventually her bleary eyes came to rest on him and she felt she could have died happily right there. She shifted. He was still hard beneath her.

"One second." She gave Chandler another languid kiss, stroking his tongue with hers and giving his lip a firm nibble before standing and sliding out from under his arms. The one day she didn't wear a skirt, dammit.

First, she crossed the room and locked the door. She stopped and turned around, looking at him, motionless and gorgeous, his long tan legs spreading out in front of him, his hair mused from her hands, and his lips kissed, swollen, and red. The thought that she probably looked the same, that she was about to undress in front of him sent little jolts of electricity through her.

"How was that for seeing where things go?" he said.

She unbuttoned her jacket, not breaking eye contact with her captive audience, and taking a step toward him with each button. Chandler swallowed hard.

She slowly slid her white blouse over her head and dropped it in a pile on top of her jacket. Chandler hungrily watched her fingers dance across the top button of her pants.