"Damn it!" Scott shouted out loud in his empty office. He cursed himself silently for going back to the admissions office yet again; Cursed himself for being a glutton for punishment. He knew Erika wasn't going to speak to him, knew he had crossed a line with her that she could never forgive. And yet for the last week he managed to find an excuse every day to enter the admissions office, just so he could see her, get a - at best - civil "good day" from her luscious tasty lips. He wished he could figure out a way to get past her walls.
A sudden knock on his office door brought him out of his self-loathing and he snapped out a brisk "come in!"
Hesitantly the door opened and as Scott rose to greet his visitor, he froze, staring straight into the soft eyes of Erika Branson. Shaking off his shock, he stood straight, his gaze hardening instinctively.
"What can I do for you, Ms. Branson?" He asked professionally, his voice quaking only slightly and he found himself praying she wouldn't notice.
Erika didn't answer, just walked slowly up to him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, but otherwise unreadable. Walking around the desk until she was standing right in front of him, she suddenly wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him to her lips, kissing him forcefully. Scott stood, stunned, unable to respond at first. The taste of a tear slipping between their lips brought him to reality and with a sudden hunger he pulled her tight against him, kissing her passionately. His tongue traced her lips, then slid between them, his hand reaching up to wipe her tears from her cheek as they feverishly sucked and nipped at each other's lips.
Scott gasped as she brought her leg up against the outside of his thigh, to his hip, pressing herself even closer to his growing need. He hooked his arm under her knee to steady her, his hot mouth moving across her jaw, to the sensitive spot under her ear. She moaned softly, struggling to get closer to him, one slender hand clutching to his shoulder, the other yanking his shirt free from his slacks, hurriedly slipping under the thin fabric to caress his chest. He groaned and backed her up against his desk, setting her down on the edge, his lips moving back to hers, kissing her as if not doing so would kill him.