CHAPTER 2
You and me gotta
You and me gotta
You gotta talk.
Hmm what is going on?
by Magnus "Cherish"
Erin felt flustered all day after a chat with Abigail Baker.
She had confided in Abigail that she had "made the moves on Anthony" and that for the last two days it had become extremely awkward.
The elephant in the room.
Neither her nor Anthony were talking about it.
In fact they both had been avoiding each other.
There had been several times she caught herself about to go towards his office and then turned around.
And she'd seen him catch a glance of her in the hallway and act like he had somewhere else to be.
But Erin had enough. She needed to talk to him. And explain that it was a mistake.
She had just been curious.
That she didn't want to screw up their friendship and their working relationship.
She needed him.
But just not like that.
Feeling somewhat confident with this pep talk of hers inside her head she strode down to Anthony's dungeon-like office.
She took a deep breath and knocked softly on his door.
Anthony lifted his head up from the mound of papers on his desk.
"Come in" He said, not sure who to expect.
His eyes widened in surprise as Erin Reagan entered the room. It was uncharacteristic of her to knock at all. Normally she just barged right in.
He stood up as she entered and promptly knocked over a huge pile of papers as his nerves got to him.
"Ah geez," he grabbed for the papers as they started fluttering around his desk.
Erin walked over and grabbed some that had fallen on the floor. Their hands met briefly as she handed them over and they both felt a noticeable tingle when their fingers touched.
She paused as she took him in. He looked handsome wearing a gray suit with a deep blue color tie. His dark hair was clipped a little shorter as if he had just gotten a trim.
He looked at her with questioning eyes.
"We should talk -" they both said at the same time.
Erin laughed, "Um you first."
"No, no ladies first," he gestured towards her.
"Um well I just…uh" Erin sighed.
If I could just talk like a normally functioning person right now that would be helpful. She thought.
"Anthony…I'm sorry. I put you in an uncomfortable position and I'm wrong for doing that. I didn't mean to be so…" she coughed nervously, "Um impulsive."
Anthony chuckled remembering her complete takeover in the supply closet. He waved his hands as if declaring it was forgotten. "Don't worry 'bout it, Erin."
Erin felt a bit of relief that they were in agreement at least.
"Oh! I actually also came down here for a file. The Donovan case. I think I left it up on your file cabinet over there," she started walking towards a cabinet in the corner which stacked on top of several others was almost to the top of the ceiling.
She stretched trying to reach it with her fingertips.
And suddenly Anthony was right behind her.
The temperature in the room had changed.
Erin felt a shiver go up her spine.
" 'Ere, let me," he said, his deep NYC accent voice said quietly behind her.
Erin slowly turned and realized she was pinned between the cabinet and Anthony.
He was about to reach his arm up to help her with the file but the atmosphere had changed and he found himself hooked into Erin's gaze like a deer in headlights.
He swallowed but there was nothing there. His throat had gone as dry as the Sahara Desert.
Erin couldn't move.
She could barely breathe.
He's standing so close to me and all I want is to feel his lips on mine again…
Anthony could feel his willpower melting by the second.
Erin's body was giving off all the right signals. The air was crackling with electricity.
She looked as beautiful as ever. Her shimmering dark hair down around her shoulders and she was wearing a somewhat low-cut navy button up blouse over black dress pants.
He tried to swallow again and still couldn't. He felt as frozen as a statue as the battle of wills raged inside of him.
Erin's eyes darkened and he felt that they were the confirmation.
She wanted him.
That was it. Willpower went out the window.
He moved in.
Pressing himself against Erin, he kissed her forcefully up against the wall.
Though Erin could feel herself wanting it she was taken back by Anthony's forcefulness.
It was kind of hot actually.
He abruptly pulled back, putting his hand to his forehead "Erin, I'm so sorry. We just agreed and now I'm –"
"Damnit Anthony! Get over here." Erin grabbed him by his dress shirt lapel collars and pulled him back towards her.
"Mmm ok," he murmured, feeling as soft as putty in her hands.
Her lips tasted delicious. Like cherry Chapstick.
She flung her arms around his neck, curling her figure against his.
It was beginning to get intensified. They switched back and forth pushing each other up against the wall and the filing cabinets were getting pushed around as well.
In the back of his mind he was worried that one of them would fall on them but then Erin was grabbing him again and that was all he could focus on.
She slid her hands up his chest and he could feel goosebumps break out all over his body.
His hands were on her cherry coke bottle-shaped waist and he slowly moved them under her blouse.
She gasped as his hands touched her bare skin.
His sensible mind had left the building awhile ago. He had no idea how far this was going.
Only that he couldn't keep his broad hands off of her.
He lowered his head trailing kisses along her neckline and down to her collarbone.
Erin felt like she was floating.
Anthony had one hand balancing himself against the wall and his other stroking her bare skin and moving up…
His lips were on her collarbone and she moaned as he continued down toward the plunge of her neckline.
"Oh Anthony," she whispered, unable to keep herself quiet as her body felt like it was being electrocuted with his kisses.
She grabbed his head with her hands and guided him to the top of her cleavage.
Anthony was completely surprising.
His touch. His kisses. His passion.
She knew Italians were known for passion but holy cow.
She had had no idea what she was missing until now.
He lifted his head from her chest, breathing hard. "Erin..I better stop."
She nodded and tried to catch her own breath.
He took a step back and looked at her shaking his head in amazement.
"Wow." Was all he could say.
Erin was still speechless herself and glanced down at her blouse. She hurriedly buttoned up the top couple buttons feeling a bit embarrassed.
She looked up at him and noticed his tie was loose and completely mussed up.
She gently straightened it and pulled the knot tight again.
He smiled down at her, his face flushed. "Thanks."
"Anytime."
He coughed nervously, "So uh, you wanna go out for a drink tonight?" he asked, his brown eyes directed at her.
"Yeah I'd like that." She replied wondering what kind of night it was gonna be…
A/N: Let me know your thoughts! I have no idea where this is going. I just enjoy writing these two LOL!