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Chapter Six

It was absolutely killing Sam not to go back to Mercedes' place after what happened five nights ago. The moment he left her place, his body begged him to go back to her and never leave. He had dreams about her mouth, her tongue, her taste. But he couldn't, it was bad enough everyone saw her dominate him on live, he couldn't act like an eager groupie.

He expected her to call him the next day, most women did, but he was acutely aware that she was not most women.

No, Mercedes Jones was special.

Running his hand through his hair, he sat at his desk, going over his fan mail. Most requested that he have Mercedes on his live next to try and even the score. Some asked if he had gotten a taste and others wanted to prove they could make him weak like Mercedes did.

He hadn't even wanted to come into work, he'd been avoiding Kitty because ever since the live, she had been blowing up his phone, but they had a mandatory staff meeting, that Sam was a hundred percent sure was a ploy to get him into the office.

As he closed out his Inbox, Puck sat on the edge of Sam's desk smiling at him.

"Ok, we have a few minutes before the meeting, spill. Just how good was sex with Mercy J?"

Sam shook his head with a smirk. "We are not having this conversion."

"Oh Come on. Everyone saw you blow your load with her dry humping you like a teen. Now I am trying to defend your honor, so I spread a small rumor that you didn't do it, you just wanted to get her guard down."

"Everyone! Conference Room!" Kitty yelled.

Sam heaved a sigh as he grabbed his phone, locked his desktop and stood, walking towards the conference room and taking the seat furthest from the head of the table. He didn't want to deal with Kitty.

Standing at the head of the table, Kitty looked at everyone there and frowned. "Do you know why we are here?"

No one spoke and Kitty nodded sarcastically. "We are here because we are a bunch of losers, and I don't like to lose. Mercy J's numbers are rising and for the life of me I don't understand why. Obviously you don't send a man to do a woman's job." Kitty said, eyeing Sam.

Puck shook his head. "Pretty sure Sexy momma isn't a lesbian there Kit Kat so don't think you can seduce her."

Kitty eyed Puck and rolled her own. "Please, unlike you imbeciles, I think with a different head. I want a list of all the men she so called hooked up with. I want a meeting with all of them. She can not beat our numbers again." Kitty growled.

Everyone stared at her and she threw her hands in the air. "What are you waiting for? Now! I want you all on this now! Give me results."

As people stood to leave Kitty smirked. "Not you Sam, we need to talk."

Sam groaned. "Not today Kitty."

"Yes today, you stay and talk to me or you keep on walking and don't look back."

Sam slammed his fist on the table as everyone trickled out. Kitty moved to shut and lock the door and she turned towards Sam. "Now that they are gone, we need to talk about you cheating on me with that woman!"

"Kitty, I am not yours, therefore I did not cheat."

Kitty waved him off. "The only reason I am not ripping you to shreds is because I know you were just working an angle. We both know you aren't interested in a woman like her. I mean look at me. I am every man's wet dream. Including yours." She added running her hands up his chest.

"No, you really aren't." Sam said, moving away from her reach.

She huffed looking up at him. "Look, it was a nice effort but you are not to see or touch that woman again. I am giving this story to Puckerman."

"Like hell you are!" Sam shouted, his green eyes flashing with anger. Kitty stepped back, momentarily stunned by his reaction.

"You can't give this to Puck," Sam said, his voice low and intense. "This is my story, my connection. I'm not letting it go."

Kitty's eyes narrowed. "Your connection? Oh, Sammy. Don't tell me you actually like that woman."

He let out a deep breath, shaking his head. "No, I don't but I think there's something there that I could uncover… I can't really go into it but I think… She's hiding something. No way she's that good and still single." He answered and Kitty nodded slowly.

"So there is an angle… you think she's lying about something?"

Sam hesitated, his mind racing. He didn't want to lie, but he also couldn't let Kitty take this away from him. "I... I'm not sure yet. But there's definitely more to her story. Give me more time with her and I promise I'll get to the bottom of it."

Kitty studied him for a long moment, her eyes narrowed. Finally, she sighed. "Fine. You have two weeks. If you don't come up with something juicy by then, I'm giving it to Puck. And Sam?" She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Don't disappoint me again."

Sam nodded, relief washing over him. As soon as Kitty unlocked the door, he bolted out of the conference room, his heart pounding. He'd bought himself some time, but now he was in an even more difficult position. He needed to figure out his next move, and fast. He couldn't risk losing this opportunity to explore Mercedes more, but he also couldn't let Kitty suspect his true feelings. As he made his way back to his desk, his mind raced with possibilities.

Sam opened his laptop and began searching for any additional information he could find on Mercedes. He scoured through old interviews, social media posts, and fan forums, looking for any inconsistencies or hints of a hidden story. He found nothing.

No past offensive tweets, crazed rants on hard topics, not a single picture exposing a darker side to her. She was essentially flawless as far as the social media world was regarded. Sighing, he closed his laptop, racking his brain on how he could figure out more about her without making it seem obvious.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found Mercedes' number. His thumb hovered over it for a moment before he put the phone away. No, calling her now would be too desperate. He needed to play it cool, to make her come to him but that's what he always did regarding women.

"Fuck it." He muttered, pulling his phone out again and calling her.

The phone rang several times causing Sam's heart to race with each ring, his palms growing sweaty. Just as he was about to hang up, her voice came through the line.

"Hello?" Mercedes answered, her raspy voice causing him to take a slow breath.

"Hey, Mercedes. It's Sam. Sam Evans."

There was a pause, and he could almost hear her smirk through the phone. "I know who you are, Sam. What can I do for you?"

He hesitated, suddenly realizing he hadn't thought this far ahead. "Right… ah, I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch."

Mercedes chuckled softly. "Is that so? And here I thought Big Daddy Sammy didn't do lunch with his conquests. Don't tell me I've got you hooked already." She taunted and Sam couldn't help growling.

"You know what's funny, I'm trying to at least get to know you before I fuck your brains out but if you'd like to skip to dessert, we can."

Mercedes let out a soft gasp before regaining her composure. "Always thinking with little Sam, I see. When were you wanting to do… lunch? I am a busy person, you know."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Thirty minutes, I'll text the location." He replied before hanging up. He allowed himself a brief moment to breath before texting a friend of his to meet him at the lunch spot. If he was going to get her to crack in two weeks, he needed to compromise her first.

"No more hiding from the public." He said, smirking as he text the address to Mercedes. Stepping out of his office, he saw Puck and Kitty talking and walked over.

"I'm having an off-site lunch, I'll be back once it's done." He informed, earning a questioning look from Kitty.

"With who and where?" Kitty asked, folding her arms.

Sam offered a condescending smile. "That's none of your business." He said, making Puck laugh. "I'll be back when I'm back." He added as he walked away.

Mercedes sat in her studio, looking over her notes for her new episode, before she headed out to meet Sam for lunch. There were so many questions, she wasn't sure she could get through them all.

Putting the paper down, she figured she would tackle it after her lunch with Sam. Mercedes knew he wanted something from her, maybe it was just about sex for her but maybe it was something else.

The man was talented, and after he left, it took everything in her to play it cool and not call him back. Oh she pulled his number up multiple times but she never dialed.

Looking in the mirror, taking in her appearance, she wore a blush off the shoulder jumpsuit, with a cinch belt at the waist. Letting her hair fall over her shoulders, she smiled to herself as Santana walked in the room sitting in at her desk and smiled. "How much do you love me?"

"That depends on why you look like you are up to something?" Mercedes replied not looking at her as she applied her makeup.

"Well, you know we are in many markets, doing great as far as podcasts go. Well, I just got word that we are being scouted for national coverage."

Mercedes turned to her, staring at her best friend. "National? As in…worldwide?"

Santana nodded. "They saw your internet show with Evans, and went back through your old episodes and they are very interested in taking Snixx Magazine and The Turn On with Mercy J and putting us on the national platform. It's everything we ever wanted."

Mercedes stared at Santana and frowned. "That's…that's amazing."

"But?" Santana added.

"Santana, that's a lot to take in. What we have works, what if the numbers don't reflect what this new company wants it too? Our numbers for this market are top tier, we are in a class all our own."

"Exactly, that is why I know we will do amazing. Mercedes, Snixx was a pipe dream, and then you took it and ran with it. And now they want to give you a sign on bonus, a whole new studio set up. Photoshoots, the works. You will be the face of our brand, taking Snixx and Mercy J to the top."

Mercedes sighed. "So that means no one is hiding in plain sight."

Santana nodded as she finally got a look at Mercedes. "Umm where are you going looking all cute?"

Fastening her earrings, Mercedes turned to grab her diamond pendant. "I have a lunch meeting."

Santana raised an eyebrow. "With who? I am over your schedule and you are free."

She sighed. "Sam called, he wants to go to lunch."

"Oh, does he? Or does he want another taste of his sexy chocolate mami." She teased.

"Oh shut up, you already got your jokes in on how I behaved on live." Mercedes sighed, picking up her purse.

"Hey, how you acted on live, opened a lot of doors, people are not just saying your name, they are screaming it. You are paving the way for every woman who the world tried to break down. It's no wonder Evans wants them panties. You might as well take them off now, cause we both know he's gonna have you in the back room, screaming his name."

"Excuse you, if you remember correctly I won our little game." Mercedes said proudly

"From where I was sitting it looked like you both won." Santana said with a wink.

Mercedes shook her head with a smirk and turned away from her. "I will call you after lunch, and we can talk more about taking everything national."

With that Mercedes headed out putting the address Sam sent her in the gps, mind reeling at what this lunch actually meant.

It's gonna be a wild lunch lol