Donna Kauffman - Against The Odds

Her pupils exploded then, jewels flashed, sparked, and he grew hard. Harder anyway.

“But I’ll take your company any way you’re comfortable sharing it,” he finished.

“You’ll press,” she said and he wasn’t sure if it was a question…or capitulation.

“You’ll want me to.”

“You’re very certain of yourself.”

“About some things.”

“And if I say no?”

He lifted his hands, but kept his body close. “We walk away.” He grinned then, despite the fact that his heart was hammering and his body felt like a live wire had been introduced into his bloodstream. Then he let a slightly shaky finger drop to the full center of her bottom lip. “It’s up to you whether or not we’re smiling, bodies spent, heads full of fond memories, when we do.”

He let his hand drop away completely then, spent an agonizingly long moment staring at the spot he’d touched, wanting to taste it more than he wanted his next breath, before finally moving away from her. It took every ounce of willpower he owned, and a few more he had to take out on loan.

She took a moment to steady herself, then moved past him and put her hand on the office doorknob.

Was she really going to just walk away? he wondered. Just like that?

He wasn’t used to the sudden sense of desperation he felt. Which was probably why he blurted, “Can I call you then?” He’d never been in this position, of having to beg for attention. Maybe it was good for him. He wasn’t so sure. He only knew that in that moment, he’d willingly sacrifice his ego and just about anything else on the chance she’d say yes. He didn’t analyze why that was, why she was different. He saved that sort of deep thinking for crime scenes. Passion was supposed to be easier.

She stepped halfway through the door and he realized she really was going to leave without answering him. He wasn’t sure what his next move should be. Walk away? Or continued pursuit?

But she turned then, and looked at him. “I’ll think about it.” Then she shut the door in his face.

He let his forehead drop until it thunked on the wall next to the door. “She’ll think about it, she says.” And then what? he wanted to yell through the door.

She had him literally tied in knots. “Hell, you started it,” he grumbled, then pushed away from the wall. He gave the door a hard stare, but it didn’t open. Nor did he go after her.

Not yet.

He turned and headed down the hall instead, thinking he’d find Mig and Patterson. Immerse himself in a good crime scene. Those he understood.

Women on the other hand…? Maybe murder was easier.

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