"Hey I was wondering if you had the Thompson ac.....Oh, ummm, excuse me. I didn't know you had company?" Mr. Johnson responds sheepishly after interrupting the couple sprawled across his desk. "Well, ahem, as you can see I am in a VERY IMPORTANT MEET-ING," he speaks sternly as he gertures towards to door. "Oh right...RI-GHT! I'll uhh...just leave this with your secretary." Mr. Johnson rushes out embarassed by what he had seen. She looks into the eyes of her man gently outlinging the muscular dimensions of his arms as they strain to hold them both on the desk. She smiles as she lets out a slight moan indiacting her approval. "I like what I see." "Just like? You just LIKE what you see? Well then I guess this meeting is adjourned." He begins to rise from atop her and stands with his back to the window allowing the heat of the sunlight to warm his back. He begins to collect his clothes and pull up his pants. "Did I say LIKE? Please forgive me," speaking apologetically with a little cynacism as she leans towards him, "I didn't mean to insult you. I am very impressed with your, umm, portfolio and I am looking forward to seeing more." She reaches forward to grab his hand preventing him from raising his pants any further. "Shall we continue with the meeting?" His phone rings. "I need to take this one....Hello? Yes....Sure....2:30 is fine. Yessir." He hangs up the phone and continue to collect his clothes. "I'm sory but I must end this meeting early. My boss has scrheduled an emergency meeting and I must prepare." "I understand. So when shall we finish? Tonight? I'll fix you dinner and then you can be my..." "Listen. I think things are moving way too fast. I've enjoyed all that been going on but I need to know if you are truly ready to move ahead with this or am I just a temporary fix?" "FIX? Is that what you call it? Like I am some kinda crackhead? Do you think I am so desperate that I go sleeping with just anybody because I need A FIX? Sheesh you do know how to F--- up a moment." She clumsily grabs her clothes dropping pieces as she picks up others. Her anger causes her to stumble into the chair. He picks up her blouse and hands it to her as she snatches it out of his hand, mumbling and cursing at him. "Just like my old boyfriend. *****'s...why do i deal with'em." "Whoa, whoa, hold up with all that. I didn't mean anything by that statement. It's just that when we met I asked you that question and I want to be sure that you know what you're getting into." He embraces her to calm her down. "Listen, I enjoy spending time with you and all we have enjoyed so far. But, I am also being careful for I don't want neither of us to be hurt." "Hurt? hmph, the only one who will be hurt is you if you think I'm gonna let you get that close to me after your immature comments. I like you but you got it confused. I think YOU need to ask yourself ARE YOU SURE I'M WHAT YOU WANT! Call me when you grow up." She storms out the door leaving her purse on the desk. He reclines back in his chair staring out the window sipping a bottled water. As he closes his eyes to think about her comments, she rushes in to get her purse still mumbling and cursing at him. As she reaches the door he speaks a few words that stops her in her tracks. "You have always been what i wanted..."