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Chapter 4

A/N: Hey guys I'm back! And I have another chapter of Creepin for you! I hope you are enjoying this story and I think I will have one more chapter in this story, but you all know how sometimes it won't let me end it, but I think it is one more left with these hot mess attorneys. I appreciate the love through REVIEWS so please keep them coming and I will try to get this next chapter out to you as soon as possible.

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Chapter 4

Two weeks had passed and Sam and Mercedes were still dealing with the same clients on a case that should have been settled by now. They were at their wits end on what to do with these two stubborn people who wouldn't budge from their stance. They tried to present the other argument so they would see the light, but it only made them stand even more firm in their position. So they finally convinced them to have a face to face meeting with each other, as long as their counsel was there to oversee things. The only thing about their clients being so stubborn was that it gave both Sam and Mercedes time to not think about one another and not put themselves in another dangerous position...well maybe not think about one another, because they were both struggling getting their escapades out of their minds.

Mercedes Flashback

Things since her encounter with Sam had been making things a wee bit difficult for Mercedes and she had no idea why. This wasn't her first one night stand with a guy before, but something about Sam Evans gave him space in her brain rent-free and that was annoying the hell out of her. She would find herself thinking about him in the worst of times. She was having brunch with her girlfriends Justine and Bonnie like they always do on Saturdays since it was the only time they could all get together.

"So Mercedes, how are things going with you and that sexy chef Troy?" Justine asked with a smirk on her face. She was very invested in their relationship because she was the one that introduced them.

Mercedes smiled as she sipped on her mimosa, "Things are going well, he's a nice guy and we have a lot of fun together."

"I bet you are…" Bonnie chimed in, "I mean you better be having fun with that fine ass man, I mean I think he could be the one Merce." She was practically bouncing in her seat. Bonnie was a hopeless romantic and wanted Mercedes to fall in love as she did with her man Damon.

Mercedes almost choked on her drink hearing her friend talking about the one, "Slow down Bonnie, we are far from determining if he is the one or not. We are still trying to figure things out with one another. Just calm down, when I find "the one" I will let you know." She chuckled and shook her head.

Justine was laughing out loud at the conversations between her friends, it was the same she and Bonnie had when she met Caleb, but she had to admit, being in love was amazing. "You might want to listen to her Merce, I mean she was the one that pushed me to open up to my man and look at us now." She flashed her ring again for the millionth time, "Happily engaged!"

Mercedes rolled her eyes, she was not thinking about getting engaged or being in love right now, all she wanted to do was focus on her career, but even in that she was having trouble doing that with a green-eyed greek god continuing to flash up in her thoughts. "You two are a mess, I am happy, and hanging out with Sam is just fine for now."

Both Justine and Bonnie snapped their heads at her, "Who is Sam?" Bonnie asked.

Fuck! Did I really say that? Damn that Sam Evans. She gulped down the rest of her drink, "I meant Troy...I have no idea why Sam came out of my mouth." She was praying they would buy her "slip up" but by the way, they were both looking at her, she knew they didn't.

Justine shook her head and smirked, "Troy doesn't sound anything like Sam bitch, so who is Sam?" She was that friend that liked tea any way she could get it, as long as she wasn't in the drama. "Are you stepping out on Troy?

Bonnie on the other hand was not here for any of this, "Yeah Merce, that wasn't just a slip, who is Sam?"

If the ground was to ever open up and swallow someone whole, Mercedes wanted it to happen right now. She needed to think of something quick to make them drop this. "I was thinking about work, Sam is a potential client of mine. I think I just got mixed up, but y'all know I meant Troy." She sighed and shook her head, "Stop looking at me like that, I meant Troy." I wish these bitches would just move on...damn! "I am definitely not stepping out on Troy, we would have to be an official couple to be stepping out on him."

Justine and Bonnie looked at each other trying to decide if they believed her or not, but they knew trying to press the issue would make her even more defensive, so they decided to drop it.

Mercedes was so grateful that they let it go and the rest of their brunch went smoothly, although now that she mentioned his name, he was back full force in her head. She couldn't think about anything but how his hands felt on her body and what he felt like deep inside her...Damn you, Sam Evans! She wanted to stop thinking about him, hell it had been two weeks since she last saw him, but he was a constant in her mind and it was driving her insane. She was so deep in thought that she looked up just in time to see Bonnie saying something about Sam and she lost it, "Let it go Bonnie Damn, I didn't mean to say, Sam, just leave it alone. You are like a dog with a bone, shit!" She huffed out.

Bonnie and Justine were looking at her like she just grew another head right before their eyes, and so were a few other customers in the restaurant. Bonnie leaned in closer to her, "Girl, what the hell is your problem? I asked if you were going to eat that last piece of ham!"

Justine shook her head and smirked, "Apparently you are the one that is like a dog with a bone. You sure Sam is just a potential client?" She raised her brow at Mercedes.

Again Mercedes was begging for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. How was this man causing her this much grief? She looked at Bonnie and shook her head, "Ham? I am so sorry, I don't know what is going on with me today." She knew now she was going to have to say something, but she also knew she couldn't go into too much detail about this thing with Sam. "Okay, Sam is not a potential client, but another attorney I met and we kinda had a thing."

Bonnie's eyes went wide, "But what about Troy?"

Mercedes shook her head, "What about Troy, he is still there and free to date other people like I am free to date other people. We are not official Bon, so I am not cheating on him. Besides, this thing with Sam is nothing serious and is not going to go anywhere." She hoped it wouldn't because it could be disastrous, but he was so fucking hot! She shook those thoughts away, "Look, I am so sorry for yelling at you Bonnie, and at the risk of further embarrassing myself, I am going to go. I'll take care of brunch today." She called over the waitress and handed her a credit card.

"No Merce, you don't have to go…" Justine said.

The waitress came back with her card, "No, I need to go. It's okay Jus, I'll be fine...I just need to go." She stood up and grabbed her purse, "I'll talk to you both later." With that, she spun on her heels and walked out of the restaurant swiftly until she made it to her car. Once she was inside, she blew out a breath and let her head fall back to her headrest. Why she couldn't get this man out of her system was beyond her, but when she closed her eyes, he was there again. She was sitting in her car for what seemed like hours when she heard someone tapping on her window. She opened her eyes, and she thought her eyes were deceiving her when she saw those very same green eyes staring back at her. No, no, no...she thought, this can't be happening. She closed her eyes again and opened them, to in fact see Sam staring down at her. She huffed and rolled down her window, "Sam Evans, what a surprise."

Sam's Flashback

Sam was not doing well with forgetting about Mercedes Jones at all. He tried several different methods to get her out of his mind, and none of them worked.

He would go to the gym, but that always led him to think about when she was riding him. He tried hanging out with friends, but the conversations would get raunchy and there was no avoiding her then. He even decided to possibly replace the thoughts of her with Veronica or some other woman, but it was never the same and he would usually shut it down before it got too far. It was so frustrating for him why he couldn't get her out of his mind. Sure she was sexy as hell and had curves that would make a grown man cry, but she wasn't that special right? Hell, he couldn't lie to himself, Mercedes Jones was something special and he knew he was in trouble. He was sitting at home, trying to go over a completely different case, not the one he was going against Mercedes, so he could put all his energy on that, but one word took his thoughts away, and put them back on Mercedes. "Argh!" He screamed out and threw the files on the floor, "Damn that woman!" He needed to get out and get some air, "I feel like a caged animal in here." He grabbed his keys and his wallet and headed out. He had no idea where he was going, but it really didn't matter at this point, he just needed to clear his head. He was driving down the coast, seeing all the sights Miami had to offer. He loved it here, it was a far cry from Philly and he was soaking it all in. He liked Philly, but it was a bit much for him, Miami was more his speed. He parked by the beach and took a nice long walk in the sand as he listened to the waves crashing in. This was exactly what he needed, not one time did he think about her and that was how he needed it to stay.

After a couple of hours of walking, sitting, and meditating, Sam started to get hungry, so he made his way to his favorite restaurant in the city. He fell in love with it the first night he moved here and stumbled upon it. He parked his car and was about to go inside when something or better yet someone caught his eye. "No, this can't be…" He had spent hours getting this woman out of his mind, and now here she was. "Mercedes Fucking Jones." He let out a sigh and put his hands on his hips. "I could just ignore her...yeah that's what I'll do, I'll ignore her. I will walk in the restaurant, order my food and forget she is even here." He shook his head, "Yup, that is exactly what I am going to do." He started walking, but his legs were not taking him to the restaurant, but right to her car. "Damn you body for having a mind of your own." Before he knew it, he was staring down in her car, seeing her leaning back, with her eyes clothes. Damn, she looks so fucking sexy. This was not good, hell it was wrong and he should leave her alone, but again his body betrayed him and he was knocking on her window. "Mercedes...are you okay?"

Present Time

Mercedes huffed and rolled her window down, "Sam Evans, what a surprise."

Sam had a look of concern on his face, "Mercedes...are you okay?" His mind flashed back to him sitting in his car after their meeting and wondered if she was having a moment of weakness. Could she be thinking about him? Or was there someone else that she was thinking about? The thought of that didn't sit well with him. Maybe she just met with that dude he saw at the restaurant that night, and he had her all hot and bothered. Annoyance crept up in his mind for two totally different reasons. One because he knew he had no claim to her, so he couldn't get upset with her seeing any other guy. And two, it was a one-time thing, and it wasn't her fault if he couldn't stop thinking about her.

She looked up and smiled at him, hoping she could convince him that she was totally fine, "Everything is fine Sam, I was just about to leave." She started her car up so she could pull off.

Sam shook his head, "Are you sure, you look a little flushed." He needed to find out if she was indeed thinking about him. "Got something on your mind?" He leaned down in her window so he could have a moment in her personal space. If she is thinking about me, I want to give her more to think about. Serves her right for putting this spell on me. He thought.

Her breath hitched as he moved in closer into her personal space, no you don't Sam Evans, don't you dare do this to me. I need you as far away from me as possible right now. She thought but maintained her composure. "I'm fine Sam, thank you. I was just out having brunch with friends and now it is time to go. So if you don't mind." She motioned for him to step back, but of course, he didn't.

Did I hear her gasp? Oh, I definitely heard that she was definitely thinking about me. Sam inwardly smiled and moved in closer. "You know Mercedes…" He said in a low, sexy, inviting growl, "I have a feeling that we are due to meet each other again much sooner than we both planned." He was no longer thinking about the consequences anymore, he was engulfed with this woman and he needed her again. Maybe this could be just a two-time thing. He thought as a smirk crept on his face seeing how she was reacting to him.

Why is he doing this to me? She inwardly started to panic as her body was betraying her at every turn. "I don't know what you mean Mr. Evans, we have a meeting next week, and I don't think we need to see each other before then." She lied, knowing she wanted nothing more than to see Sam again and again, preferably naked and on top of her, or behind her, or underneath her. Anyway seeing him was going to be amazing and she knew it.

Sam sighed, he knew she was trying to resist him, and today he was going to be the one doing the seducing. He took his index finger and slowly started tracing her lips, "Oh come on Mercedes, are you really going to tell me that you don't want to have an impromptu briefing right now." Her mouth went slack, and he slipped his finger inside as she started to suck on his finger. CHECKMATE! "I think you do…"

Mercedes couldn't believe he was doing this to her, right outside the restaurant and she was allowing it to happen. Did she want to be with him again? Was their escapade not a one-time thing? She was literally sucking on this man's finger right now, if that wasn't enough to answer her question, then she didn't know what would. She guided his finger out of her mouth, "Fine Sam, you win...and you know I don't concede defeat that easily." She couldn't believe that she was willing to do all this for Sam Evans, but dammit if he wasn't so fucking sexy. "I don't live too far from here if you want to follow me."

Sam wanted to do a fist pump because he didn't think it would be this easy, but it was obvious that they both wanted this...hell, maybe needed this. He smiled at her and nodded taking a step back, "I'm right behind you." He started to head to his car.

"Sam…" Mercedes called after him.

He stopped and turned to her, knowing what she was thinking already. "Nobody will have to know Mercy…" He winked and headed to his car.

What she didn't see was a pair of eyes on them, "That must be Sam." Bonnie said.

Justine nodded, "Uh-huh...and now I see why he is on her mind. Damn, he's fine!" She licked her lips.

"Justine! You have a man!" Bonnie chastised her.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I do, but I am not dead Bon and neither are you. Look how fine that man is. And look at how he got our girl acting. I hate to say this, but I don't think Troy is the one."

Bonnie let out a sigh and shook her head, "I think you may be right." She watched them a little while longer, "He is fine though." She giggled, "Maybe he's…"

"Stop right there girl, if he is, I don't want you to jinx it." She laughed, "Let's get out of here before she sees us."

They both headed to their cars with more discussion about Sam and Mercedes, hoping one day they could get a proper introduction.

After that encounter, Mercedes and Sam would meet up on a regular and it was fun for both of them. They knew they would never tell anyone about this because their careers were at stake, but the adrenaline they got when they would be in places together with other colleagues knowing they couldn't blow their cover was a bit more difficult than they anticipated. Neither of them was in a committed relationship, but they did have people in their lives they were hanging out with. So they had to manage their time wisely so they wouldn't get caught. One night in particular was a bit more difficult than others.

The Mayors Ball

Mercedes and Troy walked into the ball looking like they just stepped out of a magazine. To outsiders looking in, you would have sworn they were the perfect couple. Mercedes wore an off the shoulder blue floor-length gown that was custom made for her. It had crystals accenting the bustline and a slit that went up to her thigh. Her hair was in an updo with ringlet curls cascading from the top. She kept her jewels simple with a pair of diamond teardrop earrings and a diamond bracelet on her wrist. Her makeup was just glam enough for the evening but still looked like her. Troy on the other hand wore a tailored Armani suit with diamond cufflinks to match. He looked amazing and Mercedes made sure to tell him just how great he looked. He hoped that he would get lucky with her tonight since they haven't been intimate in a while due to how busy they were. At least that is what she told him, but the real reason was she had no need for intimacy with him because Sam was giving her everything she needed in that department. They made their way through the greeting line, both being polite and meeting the mayor before he swept her to the dance floor so they could really start enjoying the evening.

"Mercedes, have I told you how exquisite you look tonight?" Troy spun her around as he spoke. "My God woman, you are a walking distraction." He smiled.

She chuckled, "Oh stop it, Troy, you have seen me like this several times. I have to be old news by now."

He shook his head quickly, "Not at all, you are a vision every time I see you." He leaned in and kissed her cheek, which garnered a slight giggle from her.

"You see...now you got me giggling like a little school girl."

"That's a good thing right?"

"Yes, it is." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "But you are one to talk, I mean did you look at yourself in the mirror? You are looking mighty good tonight yourself."

He laughed, "What? This old thing? It was just something I had hanging in my closet." They both laughed and continued dancing.
"Well old or not, it looks good on you." She stated as she ran her hand down the front of his jacket.

They continued to dance when the song changed and they made their way to the table they were assigned. As they were talking, she happened to look up and see a familiar face out of the corner of her eye. Sam had just walked in with the same woman on his arm that she saw him with at the restaurant. A slight twinge of jealousy tried to rear its ugly head, but she quickly squashed that. She was going to put all her focus on Troy, well she was going to try, but she found it very difficult seeing Sam walk through the line looking hella good in his tuxedo.

He was wearing a Tom Ford suit, that obviously was made for him because it fit him to perfection. He was wearing diamond and emerald cufflinks that sparkled from across the room and his shoes were shining just as bright. He definitely looked like walking sex and Mercedes knew that was going to be a problem for her. She had seen him in nothing and he looked amazing, so all she could picture was him standing there naked.

It didn't take long for Sam to find Mercedes in the sea of people and his jaw dropped at how incredibly sexy she looked tonight. They never discussed their plans or whereabouts outside of their secret rendezvous, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't happy to see her here tonight. Sure he was there with Veronica, and she looked good, but she didn't have the same sex appeal as Mercedes had. It was something about that curvy vixen that just did it for him and he was going to keep letting her do it. They made their way through the line and greeted the mayor before they went off to find their table. As they walked through the crowd, he could see Mercedes even more clearly and he was taking all of her in. They made it to their table and to his surprise he was sitting with Mercedes and her date. Well isn't this going to be fun. He thought as he pulled out Veronica's chair. "Hello there, I'm Sam Evans, this is my date Veronica Murdoch, looks like we are tablemates tonight." He took his seat and smiled at Mercedes and her date.

Mercedes was in inner full panic mode when she saw Sam and his date making their way towards her and Troy. He better not say anything to me, just keep moving Sam Evans. She tried not to even look at him, not knowing if she would give it away that they had just been together not 24 hours ago. She inwardly cursed when he stopped at her table and announced that they were tablemates, but she couldn't let that be known. So she put a smile on her face and looked up at the two of them, "Well welcome Mr. Evans and Ms. Murdoch, I'm Mercedes Jones and this is my date, Troy Taylor." Keep it, professional girl, you can do this. She said to herself.

After all the introductions, each couple started their own conversations, but every so often both Sam and Mercedes would catch the other one looking at them and that was all it took to spark that connection that they had between them and the eye sex commenced. They found it difficult to keep their eyes on their own dates for the rest of the night and it was starting to get a bit obvious.

"Mercedes…" Troy called out, getting her attention for what seemed like the millionth time, "Would you like to dance? He was getting annoyed with her zoning out while he was talking to her. He figured if they were moving he would be able to keep her attention. He looked back at their tablemates and would see Mr. Sam Evans looking at Mercedes and he didn't like it one bit. He better stop eyeing my woman, I am trying to make her exclusively mine. He didn't really give her a chance to answer his question before he was standing up and offering his hand to her.

Mercedes was shocked by the forcefulness in Troy's tone, she had never heard him speak like that and she didn't know how to feel about it. She did find herself zoning out and sneaking glances at Sam, she wondered if he noticed. Shit Mercedes, you have got to be more discreet. She took his hand and smiled, "Um, sure Troy, let's dance." She stood up and allowed him to take her to the dance floor.

They started to sway to the music and for once Troy thought he had her undivided attention. He twirled her around and even caught her smiling, now this is more like it. He thought. Until he looked back down at her and saw she was looking behind him. Fuck! He cleared his throat, "Mercedes, I have to ask, are you happy with me? Do I bore you or something?"

She was shocked by his questions, although she kinda knew where he was coming from. "No Troy, you don't bore me at all. I'm having a great time with you." She needed to calm his nerves so she leaned up and kissed his cheek. The second she kissed him, she could feel Sam's eyes on her and for some reason, she felt guilty for kissing her date. What kind of mind control do you have over me, Sam Evans? She shook those thoughts away and looked back at Troy, "I am glad you agreed to accompany me here tonight, it is an honor to have you on my arm." She smiled.

Troy felt better hearing her say those words, it could be the beginning of a long relationship for both of them. "The honor and pleasure was all mine baby, I will accompany you to any event you want me to." He meant that he just hoped she meant it as well.

She felt so guilty at that moment, here she was with a great guy that wanted to be with her, but all she could do was steal glances at a man that was here with another woman. What is wrong with me? She scolded herself. "Thank you, Troy." They continued to dance and she rested her head on his chest. She was in his arms and they felt nice, but she only wanted to be in the arms of one man.

Sam watched as they walked away from the table and headed to the dance floor. He must have been staring for too long because he saw Veronica snapping her fingers in his face and he shook his head, "What?"

"How much longer are you going to do this Sam?" She folded her arms across her chest.

Oh shit, I'm busted...I can play it off, I'm Sam Evans I got this. He took a moment and narrowed his eyes at her, "How much longer am I going to do what Veronica?"

Did she just call me a man whore? He scoffed and sat back, "Excuse me, what do you know about what I can and cannot go without? Seriously, Veronica, we have not been dating for that long, so you have no idea what I am capable of going without." He snapped back. Right then he looked up to see Mercedes kissing Troy and that burned him up inside. Not going down like this tonight Ms. Jones. He glared back at her quickly before turning to Veronica when he felt her touch his hand.

This was not how Veronica wanted to spend her evening, she thought when Sam called her and asked her to one of the biggest events in Miami that he was ready to make them official and show her off to his colleagues. But he was doing nothing of the sort, as a matter of fact, he was spending most of the night eyeballing another woman as she sat there. Seeing how upset he got so fast. She needed to come at him with a different approach. "Sam…" She reached out and touched his hand, "I'm sorry to assume what you can and can't do without, but from the interactions we've had, you seem to be very...greedy when it comes to sex and for the life of me, I can't understand why you are not as greedy with me as before." She was not a jealous woman by nature, but this was baffling her. She was a fucking supermodel, why wouldn't he want to be all up on her. "I just need to know, am I wasting my time on you, Sam?"

YES! His entire body screamed out, but there was no way he was going to say that. This "thing" with Mercedes could end at any moment and he knew it, so he didn't want to risk something that could be real with a fling, albeit a sexy as fuck fling, but a fling nonetheless. He put his hand on top of hers and shook his head, "No Veronica, you're not wasting your time on me." He lied, "I am still trying to find my footing here in Miami and I have a lot of work to do before I am ready to seriously settle down and give you the life and time you deserve from me, so I hope that you would want to stick around with me and let's see where this goes." He leaned in and kissed her sweetly, but it didn't feel the same and it took everything in his power not to wipe it away. That wasn't her lips. He quickly looked up to see Mercedes looking right back at him and he felt guilty.

Veronica was satisfied for the moment, she really liked Sam and although he was a bit distracted, she believed that he would come around and give her everything he had. "Okay Sam, let's just put all that behind us and enjoy the night. Do you want to dance?" She asked with a smile on her face.

He nodded, "Yeah, let's go cut a rug." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. It was no coincidence that they ended up right next to Troy and Mercedes. He had a plan, and this was the moment he was going to execute it. He twirled Veronica around and laughed as she giggled. He was putting on a full show for Mercedes' benefit and he saw her looking.

Look at him, he thinks he is so slick. Is he trying to make me jealous? It's not going to work. She lied, Who am I kidding, it's already working. Well, two can play that game. She moved closer to Troy, pressing her body hard against his, "You are such an amazing dancer Troy, so light on your feet." She made sure to say it loud enough so he could hear her.

"Thank you, Mercedes, you are pretty good yourself. One of the best dance partners I've had in a long time." He smiled and slid his hand down to the small of her back. He took her pressing up against him as a sign that she wanted a bit more from him and he was oh too happy to give it to her.

Sam looked over as he heard Mercedes' voice, it was something that he could hear over any crowd and know it was her. He rolled his eyes at her attempt to make him jealous. I'm not going to get jealous Mercedes, so you might as well drop the act. He lied, Okay, maybe I am a little jealous, but I am not going to act on it. He continued dancing with Veronica and realized that he was really close to Mercedes and she was looking right at him. This is when I am going to put my plan into action. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a key card and a note. He moved so they were close enough to touch. He slipped the note and card in her hand and gave her a knowing look. "20 minutes" he mouthed to her.

Mercedes had no idea what Sam had going on in his mind, but soon he was stuffing something in her hand and she assumed she knew what it was by how it felt. She saw him mouth 20 minutes to her and she knew exactly what it was. At that moment her heart fluttered and her core was soaking wet. Why did that little thing turn her on so much? It had to be the fact that he was so bold to do it while they were both dancing with their dates and neither one had caught on. Fuck you Sam Evans...and I will be in 20 minutes. She smirked and held the card in her hand tightly. Now all she had to do was figure out how to get away from Troy. She sent Sam a wink letting him know that she was down for this creep.

Sam smiled when she winked at him, he knew it was going to be on and poppin tonight, he just needed to get away from Veronica. Once the song ended, everyone applauded and started taking their seats. It was then Sam started to feel a bit sick. "Oh man…" He pretended to be nauseous, "I'm not feeling too well all of a sudden."

Veronica had a look of concern on her face, "Sam, are you okay?" She guided him to his seat, "Talk to me."

He shook his head, "I think…I think...I might." He got up and darted out of the ballroom with eyes on him.

Mercedes had to cover up her laughter because she knew what he was doing. Not the route she would have taken, but it was definitely a way to get out of there. She watched as Veronica ran after him. "That poor guy, I hope he's okay." She said as she took her seat.

Troy watched everything go down and he felt for the man, no one wants to get sick, especially at an event like this. "Yeah, I do too." He smiled and took her hand, "So, what do you have planned for later on tonight?" He wiggled his eyebrow.

Mercedes laughed at the odd timing of his comment, "Really Troy? Does seeing someone get sick do it for you?" She teased.

He shook his head and let out a chuckle, "Maybe...no I'm kidding, but I would like to know if there was a chance for me to spend some quality time with you?"

As much as Mercedes knew she should say yes and spend time with Troy, her body was already craving Sam Evans and there was no stopping her from seeing him tonight. She had to be slick about this, so she smiled, "Of course...but I do remember someone telling me that they had an early flight to New York in the morning to go check in on his new restaurant. And he made me promise not to tempt him too much tonight because he could not afford to miss his flight." She tapped his chest with her finger.

Troy let out a loud sigh, "Why must you always remember what I say?" He laughed.

"I'm an attorney, it's my job to remember details." She smiled back and leaned in and kissed him lightly, "But don't you fret, you just call me when you get back and we can talk about your trip and spend that quality time together."

"You promise?"

"I promise." Just then Veronica came back to the table looking a bit peeved. "Um...are you okay?" Mercedes asked, "What happened to your date? Is he alright?"

Veronica looked over at the woman who seemed to be a bit too concerned about Sam for her liking, "He's fine, I am just going to take him home so he can get better. Thank you for your concern." She stormed off, leaving Troy and Mercedes looking a bit flabbergasted.

"Well, that was kinda rude." Troy said, shaking his head. "You were just trying to be nice and ask about someone that had fallen ill."

Mercedes had to bite her jaws to keep from laughing. She knew Sam was perfectly fine and his date was probably upset because he blew her off. She placed her hand on Troy's chest, "It's fine some people just don't know what being concerned looks like." She smiled. "So are you ready to get out of here? I did promise to get you home early so you can get ready for your flight."

Troy started to pout, "No, but I guess I'm going to have to huh?" He chuckled, "I really wish I didn't have to go, but I promise that I will make it up to you."

She smiled and kissed his cheek, "I'll be looking forward to it." She knew she needed to figure out a way to get him to leave without her, but that was going to be a bit tricky. Then she saw the one person that could change everything...her Boss. She grabbed her purse and wrap like she was going to head out when she started to act like her phone was vibrating, "Oh wait, I'm getting a message." She pulled out her phone and looked at her 'message' and sighed, "Don't be mad." She pouted.

He raised his brow, "What happened?"

"It's my boss, she spotted me gathering my things and she shot me a message telling me that I can't leave, there are a few more people I needed to meet." She placed her hand on his chest, "I don't want to hold you up, so you go and I will get an Uber to get home."

Troy shook his head, "No way I'm going to leave you here alone Mercedes." He would feel horrible leaving her behind.

She put her hands on her hips, "Troy, you have an early flight and I am not going to let you stay here for who knows for how long just to wait on me when I can get home myself." She really needed him to leave, her body was starting to crave Sam and she was ready to feel him deep inside her. "I'll be fine Troy, I promise."

"Mercedes..."

She put her finger on his lips, "Not another word Troy, I will be fine and you have to go."

He hated this so much, but he looked at his watch and he really needed to go because he still needed to pack. He let out a loud sigh, "I hate this you know?"

She nodded, "I know, but you will make it up to me later...remember?"

He smiled, "Yes I will, I promise." He leaned in and gave her a sweet kiss, "I will see you next week." With one last kiss, he turned and walked away, leaving a very relieved woman.

"Man, I thought he would never leave." She huffed and waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone and wouldn't see her sneaking upstairs. She pulled out the note and key card then smiled, "I'm on my way Sam Evans, you better be ready and naked…" She smirked and headed towards the elevator.

A/N: And there you have it! I hope you enjoyed it...let me know and I will get on the next chapter ASAP!

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