There's a saying that I've heard many times. 'Don't mix work with pleasure.' I didn't listen, my first love is an ex boss and the father of my child is an ex co worker. You would think I would learn... don't get me wrong, I tried and I tried. I was quite successful at staying away from mixing the two.

But then he comes along and I can't help myself. So here I find myself sitting at a bar trying to get drunk enough that I don't remember him.

My son is with his father and I don't have work until the next afternoon so I know I wont get another chance like this for a while.

And after today, boy do I need a drink. So here I sit drinking my third shot of tequila as the events of the day continue to play in my head.

Thinking about his shoulder and arms brushing against mine as we work side by side, his hand 'accidentally' grazing my arse a couple of times as he goes past me in our workplace.

The way he pressed his body against mine and told me 'don't move, just stay there' as he leant over me to grab something from the shelf above me.

How every time I walk into the kitchen I get an exaggerated call of my name escape his lips, his lips prolonging my syllables.

I'm brought out of my reminiscing of his hands and body on me, with a start, from somebody touching my shoulder.

Jumping slightly, i turn around with my slightly spilt tequila shot in my hand. Accidentally movie too fast and spilling the tequila on the man in front of me.

That man being the same damn guy I'm trying to get out of my head.

"I'm so sorry" Chris just grins at me, those handsome dimples visible on both cheeks. That gorgeous happy twinkle in his eyes that I see every time I look into his eyes.

He's rubbing his now wet blouse, a half hearted attempt to make the wet patch from my tequila dry quicker.

I take this moment to look him over, I've not seen him out of our work uniforms, boy is he even better looking out of that uniform. His hair is short, jet black, but with this soft textured look that makes me want to run my hands through his hair. His shoulders are broad, and defined, I can see slightly through his white blouse from the spillage of my drink and I don't know whether being able to see his chiseled chest and the hunting of a toned stomach, is a blessing or a curse at this point. His white blouse tucks into grey suit pants, I have to stop myself from letting my mind and eyes wonder further then there.

I trail my eyes slowly back up to his, to catch his staring at me, there's no cocky smirk from catching my checking him out, just his wonderful smile, like he's happy to see my eyes wonder.

"You look nice." He says in a genuine way, breaking the tension between us.

A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I'm sure my cheeks start to burn while he takes a seat next to me at the bar.

"So, why are you here?" I ask, rather too bluntly as I see his twinkle shine less and his smile stumble.

"I can go if- "

"No! That's not what I mean..." I sigh and stop to try and reconfigure my sentence. Looking at him I try again.

"I mean, how come you are at this bar tonight?" I watch as his body visibly relaxes, the twinkle coming to life and his smile coming back to full bloom.

"I came here for you." I looked at him slightly confused. Which for some reason, makes his chuckle.

"When you left today, I heard you say you need a drink. So I figured it would be here, since it is not to far from work." I blush, the thought of him hearing me say that makes me a little hot and bothered, I had muttered I need a drink as I was leaving, due to the w way he had my heart pounding and my body wanting more, during our shift.

It takes me a moment but I find the appropriate response.

"Well I'm definitely glad you're here." I say with a slight blush on my cheeks, I know this hasn't gone unnoticed from the cheeky smirk tugging at his lips while he stares at my cheeks.

"Why were you in such a need for a drink?" He asks as he leans in slightly, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as he asks me. I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks.

"I-I.... I can't do this." I stumble over my words as badly as I stumble over my feet trying to walk away from him. Luckily I catch myself and make my way outside.

The night is colder than I had expected, wind whipping through my hair as I try to put my leather jacket on, fighting with the wind that wants to whisk it away.

There is this constant humming sound of people still in the bar behind me, as I try to focus my eyes on the poorly lit street.

My body tenses as I feel that same strong hand from before, take hold of my waist, only for a as long as it takes for him to spin my body around so I'm facing him.

"I'm sorry if I offended you... I must have read this wrong." He says as he gestures between us, a sad look in his eyes and I can't see the sparkle that is usually there, and I'm not sure that the only cause is that it is dark.

I bite my lip and wrap my arms in an attempt to cover myself more, from the cold but also from the vulnerability I know I'm about to feel.

"I have had... some bad experiences when it comes to getting involved with someone at work... I have a rule - don't mix pleasure with work." I watch as his eyes melt with kindness.

"I'm not going to hurt you." I sigh, I can hear how sincere he is in his voice but I just don't know if I can let myself believe in his words.

"I don't know if I can take that chance again." He grabs hold of my waist as those words escape my lips, bringing my body against his.

"I don't want you for just your body, I don't want you for a short term or because I'm bored, and I have no secret life or secret family, it is nothing like that. I've been falling for you since the first time I met you. I have no intentions of breaking your heart." He cups my cheek as he says all of these overwhelming words to me. My hands are resting flat against his chest as his other hand still holds me in place, by my waist, against him.

My heart is beating so loud I can't hear myself think and despite the whirling wind that's still rippling through my clothes, my body is hot, as though it is on fire, as I'm pressed against him.

"I don't think I will be able to open my heart up again if it gets broken one more time. So I am begging you... please mean the words you're saying." I couldn't help the almost pathetic cry that escaped my lips as I finished my words. I so desperately want to let go and be with him but every experience I've had is telling me not to.

His eyes soften with sympathy as he wipes away a tear I didn't know had escaped. A smile soft smile graces his lips.

"I mean it all. I won't ever hurt you." As he finished his sentence he let his lips graze against mine. I couldn't help the hot tingling feeling that ran across my lips where his were, and the butterflies in my stomach of the thought of his lips against mine once more.

I look into his handsome chocolate brown eyes and I can't help but to want let myself feel this. I let my hand run slowly up from his chest and towards the nape of his neck, he smiles as he leans down the distance, taking my hint of wanting his lips against mine again.

The feeling of his lips quickly becomes addictive and I find myself wanting more with every movement our lips make together. His hands that have been resting on my hips, move, wrapping around me, bringing me closer.

"I've been waiting a while to do that." He mumurs as he rests his forehead against mine, a wonderful grin taking its place on his features.

"You make me feel something I didn't think I would feel again." I say softly as I stare into his eyes. Watching him melt one more time he kisses my forehead and brings me into an embrace, his strong arms wrapping around me protectively yet lovingly with my head on his chest and his chin on my head.

The thought of having his arms around me like this, being a regular thing? Makes me content.

"How are you getting home?" I ask after a few hours of us aimlessly walking the streets and talking, his arm wrapped around me in various positions over the last few hours.

"My last train back was half an hour ago." He says with a sheepish grin.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I ask.

"And miss out on more time with you? I'd rather pay the cab fare for the ride home." He says so surely, so simply, yet we both know that his cab fare home will cost him a good fifty dollars.

"That's very sweet but that's too much to pay for a cab..." I bite my lip whilst contemplating my next sentence.

"My son is with his father tonight... would you want to stay the night?" I watch as a soft smile places itself on his lips, while his cheeks go slightly pink.

"You know, if I do stay the night, I won't do anything you're not comfortable with." A gentle but serious tone can be heard in his voice.

I'm not worried he will overstep. I'm worried I won't be able to stop myself if I have him in my house.

"I know you won't." I say softly as I clasp his hand with mine. He smiles at the small gesture.

"How will we get to yours?" I bite my lip. I hadn't thought that far through.

"Do you have a license?" He arch's an eyebrow at me.

"I drove to work today, and we're only ten minutes from the car park." He flashes me an amused smile.

"Yes, I do, you want me to drive?" I nod my head to his question and with that we set off toward the works parking lot.

The majority of the parking lot is bare at this time, very few people do the overnight shift. I stroll to my car with my hand in his, and his arm brushing against mine.

"Chloe?" I tense up at the sound of my ex husband and stop in my tracks. I know Chris felt me tense and looks behind us.

"Arthur? What are you doing here?" There is obvious tension in Chris' voice.

Chris saw the end of Arthur and me. The end was not very pretty.

"I was trying to get Parker to sleep but he wasn't going down so I took him for a drive and thought I would see if my wife was working still." Arthur emphasised the words 'my wife'

"Ex-wife" I correct him through clenched teeth.

"Right, well I suppose it take some people longer to move on." I scoffed at his retort.

"Ironic since you're the reason our family fell apart you couldn't keep it in your pants." He chuckles.

"Apparently neither can you" He gestures with his eyes between Chris and myself. My son is asleep in the car which my ex-husband is standing beside.

"Go home and put him to bed. You can belittle me when I pick him up tomorrow after work." I dismiss him and turn to my car, handing Chris the keys and walking around to the passenger seat.

I can't help but sigh and sink into my seat slightly. I'm startled but quickly comforted by Chris's hand on my knee. Placing my hand on his and clasping our hands together, he starts the car with his free hand and we set off toward my house.

It doesn't take long to get to my address. Chris, the gentlemen that he is, opens my passenger door for me to slide out.

His hand on the small of my back as we walk toward the front door.

I unlock my door and turn the light got the hallway on. The first left from the hallway is the living, followed by a door on the right which is the sunroom, next on the left is my sons room and the second door on the right is my room. The hallways opens up to the kitchen at the end.

"Would you like something to drink?" He smiles at me as I lead him into the kitchen while also waiting for his response.

"Just a glass of water." I nod my head and gesture for him to sit down on a stool at the island, he complies and sits down, watching me as I grab the glass from the cabinet and pour his water.

"Thank you." I smile at his manners and make my way to the stool next to him as he drinks his water.

I can't help but watch him drink his water, the whole time he has a small smile on his face and his eyes don't leave mine.

"Do you have anything I could change into?" He asks as he places his warm strong hand on mine which has been laying palm down on the counter.

"I might have some things that Arthur didn't take with him." I lead him down the hall to my room.

I can't help the beating getting faster and harder in my chest with the thought of Chris being in my room.

"It's in the spare drawer." I say to fill the silence and walk to my set of drawers, opening the last one, finding grey tracksuit pants.

"I don't sleep with a shirt on." I can see his cheeks flushing red the slightest as he states this.

My own cheeks heat up with the thought of him wearing no shirt and being in my house.

"I'll be in the lounge room, you can get changed in here" he smiles at me, moving in the distance, he cups my cheek and tilts my head up slightly, before leaning down to meet my lips with his, kissing me sweetly.

When his lips part from mine, he places them softly on my forehead. My lips instantly curve into a smile and my cheeks flush red.

"I'll be there in a minute, won't take me long." He finally replies. I smile and nod my head before leaving my room, heading to the lounge room.

True to his word, Chris didn't take long to meet me. I knew he had entered the room by the feeling of his arms wrapping around my waist from behind me. I lean into his body. He kisses my neck softly.

"Why don't you go and get changed, if you tell me where the blanket is I will make myself a spot on the couch."

"You can stay in my room, with me." I say as I turn around, not entirely sure whether turning around was a good or bad move as he stands in front of me with no shirt on. My hands rest flat against his defined chest.

"Are you sure?" I can't help but smile are the serious tone in his voice, showing he obviously wants to make me comfortable.

"Of course I'm sure." He relaxes and kisses my forehead.

"Did you want to get to sleep or do you want to watch a movie?" He glances behind me, to the clock on the wall.

"It's actually surprisingly earlier than I expected." I smile and clasp his hand.

"Or maybe we could watch a movie in bed?" My cheeks blush as I propose being in bed watching a movie.

"Sounds good to me." I nod and lead him toward my room once more.

He closes the door behind himself. I grab the remote off the bedside table as I watch him go to the other side of the bed.

I bite my lip as I watch him crawl into my bed as I do the same. Without hesitating his arm pulls me into his embrace as we lay together. I turn the television on and let him choose the movie.

I don't pay much attention to what movie he chooses as I'm too entranced by the way his muscles twitch while he settles into his place.

His finger tips caressing my arm, causing goosebumps as he does. I can't help myself and lay my hand on his chest, lightly rubbing circles on his chest.

My finger tips start to have a mind of their own and wonder down his chest and tracing over his abdominal muscles. I'm brought out of my little daze by his hand grabbing mine.

"You keep doing that and I'll half to excuse myself to the bathroom for a while." I blush as I get what he's implying.

"You won't have to go to the bathroom." My words came out so soft and seductively, I hadn't known I could speak so seductively.

His eyes go wide as he realises what I am now implying.

"I told you I wouldn't make you do anything..." I bite my lip to hold in my smile.

"You're not making me. I know what I'm doing and where this is leading. I've been crazy about you for so long, I can't help myself." I kiss his lips sweetly, he's very quick to respond.

His hands find their way onto my hips, he effortlessly moves me onto his lap and I have to keep in the moan from the feeling of his erection underneath me. His lips part from mine with a gasp as I slowly rock my his back an forth while on his lap. It doesn't take long for his laps to attack my neck with sweet hot kisses.