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Mercedes sat in the office, staring at the names in front of her. "I guess I can look into Biff. I mean, he's not bad to look at, great reviews, the parents he's worked for can't say enough good things about him."

Quinn nodded. "I know he's not who you want, but we need someone."

Mercedes bit her bottom lip as she thought about the night before last. The way it felt being in Sam's arms. The things he did to her, she was grateful it was Friday night because she couldn't walk in the morning. She closed her eyes, feeling his hands on her…

Friday Night/Early Morning.

Sam kissed a teasing trail along Mercedes's back as she closed her eyes. "Again? Aren't you tired?"

Sam ran his hand down her spine. "No. See, like you, it's been a long…long time since I have touched a woman, and I am enjoying it. I am enjoying you."

Mercedes turned towards him. "Sam…"

Her words were cut short as he leaned in and kissed her. Mercedes pulled him closer, running her tongue against his as her hands moved up his neck.

"God, you are perfect." Sam moaned, pulling her body against his. She moaned out as he pressed into her.

Spreading her thighs wider, he moved to push himself inside of her. She gripped his back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Oh! You fill me so well, Sam!"

"I need you…I need you to ride me." He groaned, pulling her on top of him, sinking deeper inside of her.

Mercedes began to move, anchoring herself with his chest. "Sam!" She hissed as he gripped her hips, pushing her to bounce.

"That's it, that's what I wanted, beautiful." Sam moaned out. "Fuck!"

As they moved together, Sam sat up, holding her close as they pushed each other towards their orgasms. And within minutes, they were calling each other names, crying out in pure pleasure. Sam kissed her hungrily before they came down.

Sam smiled, moving her hair from her eyes as he held her in her lap. "I don't know how I am not gonna want to do this again."

"Sam, I don't know how I can either… I don't want to let you go out of my bed. But with you not taking the job as my husband…"

"I know…but if I am being honest, if I pretend to be your husband…I won't want to leave you after a year."

"I know how you feel. I just can't be married, not after what happened with Preston."

Sam nodded. "And I am not ready to be married at all. Plus, now that the kids are friends, it will just confuse them."

Mercedes sighed, nipping at his lips. "Then we have tonight or this morning, and after, we will go on as employer and employee."

Sam nodded. "Yes, but just to get it out of our system, we need to have sex at least three more times."

Mercedes giggled. "Three? Really?"

"Oh yeah. Hopefully, that will be enough to tide me over."

She wrapped her arms around him. "And if it's not?"

Sam shrugged. "I may find myself sneaking back in here…climbing into your bed, starting at your feet, and working my way up this sexy body…"

Mercedes moaned at his words, kissing him deeply as he flipped them over on the bed.

"Mercedes? Merce!" Quinn said, snapping her fingers.

Mercedes blinked a few times while looking at her. "Huh? What?"

"Girl, where was your head at?"

Mercedes ran her hand through her hair. "Oh I was ummm."

"Thinking of another lie?"

"Lie?"

Quinn laughed. "You said that mark on your neck was a burn from the curler. We both know that's a damn hickie."

Mercedes shook her head. "Let's get this meeting set up with that Biff guy."

"Mercedes, just tell me who it was. It was Sam, right? Oh, that man is sexy as hell."

Mercedes chewed her bottom lip. "Okay, fine! Yes, it was Sam. I don't know how it happened, but I was talking to Sam over brownies one minute, and the next, I was on the counter with my legs spread."

"Well damn, so ya'll had sex then…but that was the only time, right, or are you sex buddies now?"

Mercedes blushed, "It was just Friday night and Saturday morning…and it's one once but more like five times in that time frame…the things that man did to my body I can never unknow…and I don't want to. But we both agreed it was a one-time thing. So, set up the meeting with Biff so I can get this wedding going."

Quinn nodded. "I can set it up for today. Have him come in. I have the NDA ready in case you like what you see and what he says, and you can be married in a day or two."

Mercedes sighed. "At this point, I will settle for someone I can talk to. He's not who I want, but he's who I am stuck with."

"Why can't you and Sam just do it?"

Mercedes sat back in her chair. "Sam said that he couldn't be my husband because he would fall in love with me, and that would only lead to heartbreak for me, him, and the kids. So he will keep working for me until he can get back on his feet."

Quinn looked at her and nodded, understanding what was going on.

"Okay, well then, Sam is out, and Biff is in."

"I guess so," Mercedes said, looking at her screen. She wanted to be excited; she tried to pretend everything was okay, but the truth was she really wished Sam would have agreed.

"You know Biff isn't bad to look at; the sex with him might be good."

"I am not having sex with that man!" Mercedes said softly.

"You do know that to make your marriage real, you have to."

"Q, the only one who will know we didn't have sex is him and me, and I can pay him not to say anything."

Quinn wanted to say more, but she knew it wouldn't work; when Mercedes made her mind up, there was no changing it. "I am gonna go get Biff, okay?"

"Yeah." She said, unconvincing; this is what she needed to do; she needed to make sure that Preston didn't have a leg to stand on. She would do whatever she needed for her daughter.

After Quinn set the meeting up with Biff, Mercedes moved to fix a few discrepancies and catch up on the things she missed, time passed, and soon it was time for her meeting with Biff. Quinn walked in, handing her the file with a bright smile.

"He is finer than I was expecting; I don't see anything wrong with him."

"Q, why are you still here? You know I have an assistant. Jane could be doing all this so you can get back to work."

"I wanted to be here for this. You think I was gonna miss you finding your man?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Just send him in. Let's get this over with…and for the record, he isn't gonna be my man."

Quinn opened the door, letting Biff in, and smiling as she closed the door, sitting off in the corner. Mercedes stood smoothing down her red, halter top dress with a ruffled skirt. It curved with her curves and flattered her body. And by Biff's face, it sure did impress him.

"Wow, Ms. Jones, I knew you were gorgeous, but…please excuse my French, but damn you in that red dress, damn, you are sexy."

"Have a seat," Mercedes said as she stared at him momentarily before taking a seat and exhaling. "So Quinn told you what I needed?"

"She did; after she had me sign the NDA, she disclosed you need a husband. I think I would make the perfect candidate." Biff boasted.

"Oh?" She leaned back. "Please tell me why."

"Well, as you can see, I can hang a suit." He said, tugging his jacket. "I would look good on your arm, and I am great with kids, as you can see from my resume."

She stared at him unimpressed, and he frowned, "Mercedes, in all seriousness, you need a husband, and I can be the perfect one. I am smart and kind, and I have never been to jail. I am a hard worker; I have no problem staying in the background and letting you take the lead."

Mercedes put his resume down and looked at him. "You say all the right things, I will give you that, but how do I know it's not just talk? I need someone who, when this is over, is okay with taking the money and going our separate ways."

"I am. I know it is all for show, but just so you know, I am not above enjoying a bit of…closeness during that time."

"Yeah, anyways, everything looks good, and should you pass the final check, I see no reason why we can't go to the courthouse and get this marriage done by Friday."

"I don't either," Biff said, smiling. "I look forward to hearing from you."

Biff stood, taking Mercedes's hand and kissing the back of it. "Until I see you again, hopefully, it will be at our wedding."

Mercedes forced a smile and exhaled loudly as he left. "I dunno Quinn…I don't know if he is gonna work."

"Why, he was perfect!"

"And that's exactly why. He just seems too perfect. I know that doesn't make sense, but he does."

"Well, he's your best option, Merce." Quinn reminded her.

"I know." Mercedes sighed. "I know.

Sam had finished taking the kids to school, but there was a permission slip for Faith that Mercedes forgot to sign, and it was due today. So he picked her up something for lunch; she had said she'd been craving a cheese steak for a few days; he added a sub for her assistant and made his way over to her office. It also gave him an excuse to see her, which he couldn't help but want to do.

After waking up with her in his arms, Sam knew there was no way he could marry her because if he did, if he married her, he would never want to let her go, and she made it very clear she was never getting married again. Not for love, that is, she would marry for a year and never marry again.

And he wasn't ready to actually be married; it wasn't the right time for him or the twins. He really wished there was another way for Mercedes, but he knew they had exhausted all avenues.

As he moved to the elevator, Biff walked over to him. "Evans! What are you doing here?"

"I am working; what are you doing here?"

"I had a meeting with Ms. Jones, and it went very well if I can say so." Biff smiled.

Sam hated how smug Biff looked and wanted to knock that look off his face. "You met with Mercedes?"

"You call her Mercedes? Aren't you working for her now?"

Sam sighed. "Just answer the question."

"Yes, we were discussing a mutually beneficial agreement…can you keep a secret."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

"We might be getting married. It's fast and all, but it doesn't matter. She is hot and rich. And…" He moved closer. "I would be your boss." He laughed moving back.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I work for Mercedes. I wouldn't work for you; if you married her, you would be a glorified trophy husband."

"A Trophy husband to a hot, sexy icon. I don't mind that. I don't gotta be in front. I can hold her purse." Biff let out a laugh as he walked away, and Sam rolled his eyes, heading to the elevator. He tried his best to remain calm as he headed to her office, but he was anything but. When Mike said she was thinking about Biff, he couldn't believe she would actually do that. But now that he knows, he had to say something.

Sam smiled as Jane looked at him. "Mr. Evans, give me a second. Let me see if she is done with her meeting."

Sam waited as Jane called Mercedes, and a moment later, she walked out with Quinn.

"Hey, Sam! What are you doing up here?" Mercedes asked happily.

Sam inhaled as his eyes roamed her body. "Uh, Faith needed this signed, and I brought you lunch." He said, holding up two bags. "I got one for you too, Jane if you want it."

Jane smiled. "That sounds good, but I am leaving early; Mason and I are celebrating our anniversary, so I am not hungry, but thank you."

Quinn walked over to him and put her hand out. "I'll take it, and before you say anything, I am starving, and I have a meeting across town; I won't have time to get anything."

Sam handed her a bag and smiled. "There you go."

"Merce, I love your manny! Keep him!" Quinn yelled as she stepped onto the elevator, confusing all of them since she was literally just beside them.

Mercedes laughed, walking into her office. "Come on, Sam, I can sign the form now."

"And eat?" He questioned.

"Yes, and eat." She moved to her desk to grab a pen, and Sam handed her the paper. She quickly jotted her name down as Sam turned to set up her table with the subs.

"I didn't get drinks, I'm sorry."

Mercedes moved towards a brown table, and hidden inside was a mini fridge. "What will you have? We have water, iced tea, lemonade, cherry Pepsi, a few juice boxes, and Orange Juice. "When Faith comes up here, I like to be fully stocked. So what will it be?"

Sam smiled. "Sprite."

She grabbed his drink and a cherry Pepsi for herself and moved to sit on the couch. "Thank you for doing this. I mostly forget to eat. Jane tries to remind me, but I get into the work or have to go to the studio, and I don't remember."

Sam handed her a wrapped sub and sighed, watching Mercedes as she took a bite of the sub and groaned. "This is what I have been missing! It's so good. How did you know what to get?"

"Blaine told me."

Mercedes grabbed her drink. "I should have known. Well, I am glad he did."

Sam took a bite of his sub. "So I saw Biff leaving here."

"Oh! That's right, you do know him."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, we've worked together for years."

"What are your thoughts of him?" She asked, looking at Sam.

"Honestly?" Sam asked.

"Please." Mercedes encouraged.

Sam put the sub down and turned to her. "Biff is…he's a frat boy, he is shallow, and I think him being around Faith is not a good idea."

"But he's a vetted Manny."

"Yes, he is, but he's…how can I put this?" Sam thought about it for a moment. "He is hired and given good ratings because he's hot. But the kids don't really thrive with him, at least not where I have seen."

Mercedes nodded with a sigh. "Sam, I am out of options. It's you or Biff, and since you turned me down, I am going to marry Biff. And I will take things as they come when it comes to him and my daughter. But don't worry about her being around him."

Sam stared at her. "So you've made up your mind?"

"I have."

"And are you gonna have sex with him?"

Mercedes's eyes widened. "Sam! What gives you the right to ask me anything like that?"

"Maybe I was a bit crass, but the question still remains. Are you going to sleep with him?"

Mercedes put her sub down and wiped her hands. "Sam, if this is about us and the other night…"

"It's about that, but it's also about you. I don't want you hurt, and Biff, he's a guy that will hurt you if given a chance."

Sam moved closer to her and cupped her face with his. "I may not be able to marry you, but I will protect you. And I will protect Faith, just like you have been doing for Stacey and Stevie."

"I don't plan on having sex with him." She said softly. "We will be married just for show. And once all this is over, I will divorce him."

Sam frowned. "What happens if you fall in love with him?"

She stared at him. "You don't have to worry about that. Biff is not my type; besides, this is to protect my daughter, nothing more. I love that you are worried about me, but I can take care of myself. I have been for a very long time."

"I know you can." He said, caressing her cheek with his finger as he leaned in and smirked. "I wanna kiss you."

She stared at him. "I wanna kiss you too...but-"

"Shhh, I am not worried about later. I am interested in it right now. And right now, I want to kiss you."

Sam closed the distance and brushed his lips against hers. "And I know you wanna kiss me too."

She licked her lips. "How can you know that?"

"Because your body responds to me, and I know."

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. "After one day, you can say with certainty that you know my body?"

He nodded, pulling her to straddle him. "It only took one touch for me to know your body. So, now answer my question. Can I have you? Right here? Right now?"