Poison Ivy

Chapter Four: I could get you a stool

"Hey, I'm totally sorry for calling you back in here." The red-headed girl, Penny, apologised as I walked back into ROCK Bottom. "I would have went up to bring it down after it had been reported to me, but I'm hopeless with gizmos so I'd probably end up deleting everything."

"It's fine." I waved her off. "You wouldn't have deleted much." I added under my breath, heading for the stairs that lead to the second floor.

I'm so not chancing it with the elevator.

I turned down the corridor after climbing the stairs and walked towards the room I had been interviewing Andy in.

The lights were off when I went in and the only form of light was from the hallway and small window across from the door.

I flicked the light switch and almost jumped out of my skin.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" I exclaimed refusing to look at Andy.

"Well hey there, forget something?" he waved my recorder in front of him and I groaned.

"You did that on purpose." I accused, earning a hearty chuckle.

He smirked as I held my hand out to signal I wanted it back.

"You can have it when you come get it."

"I'm not playing games with you, Andy. Just give me it so I can leave." I folded my arms across my chest.

"Aw, where's the fun in leaving alone?" he waggled his eyebrows suggestively and I growled lowly.

"See, fucking prick." I muttered to myself, walking across to him and stretching a hand out. "Now give."

"Say please." He grinned, holding it out of my reach.

"Please," I said sweetly, my eyes fixed in a glare. "Give it to me."

"With pleasure." He grinned roguishly down at me.

My jaw might have hit the floor, had the need to lash out not taken over. "You. Are. A. Fucking. Asshole."

He took a dangerously threatening step towards me and, despite myself, I backed up, until I hit the wall. His grin was that of a predator who had his prey exactly where he wanted it. The feeling of entrapment increased tenfold when his fist pressed against the wall beside my head, and he leant in close. "Ooh, kinky. I never took you for an ass kind of gal."

It was weak and limpid, but it was the best I could do right then. "I'll scream. I'll have you taken away. I'll press indecent harassment charges."

"And inventive, too." he leant closer, and his eyes were amused and the darkest shade of light blue all at once. And then within a moment of the words leaving his mouth, he pressed his chest into mine, and his lips pressed into my own roughly. And lord help me, I kissed him right back.

Dredging up all the fight inside me, I pressed my hands to his chest and pushed as hard as I could, breaking our contact. I dragged the back of my hand across my lips, and gave him the worst look I could manage, which was probably as threatening as a kitten right then. And I wanted to smack Andy's I'm-oh-so-happy-with-myself smug grin right off his face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Only what you want."

I curled my hands into fists, and strode up to him – thank god my legs held me up – pushing a finger against his chest. "Now listen here, Andy, touch me like that again, especially like that, and do not think that I won't do something about it."

He stood there, all imperious and smug as my lips quivered uneasily in anger. It wasn't long before his returned to mine, testing me.

Damn him.