"And then I hang a right after I pass the bank of phones?"

"Exactly," Sabrina nodded. "Think you got it?"

"Oh, yeah," he nodded, his eyes locking with Sabrina's. "I definitely got it."

Suddenly, Sabrina's throat felt as if she'd swallowed sand. A series of soft coughs followed as she lightly patted her chest. Yet never for a moment did she divert her gaze from his.

"You aight, boo?" he asked, lightly slapping Sabrina on the back.

"Ah, yeah," Sabrina finally found her voice, "I am. Throat's just a little parched, is all."

"Well," he allowed his eyes to take a languorous perusal of her body, "you need to make sure you take care of yaself. We can't have the doctors sick." The corner of his mouth turned up, granting Sabrina access to a most charming, yet slightly disarming half-smile. "I mean, you wouldn't be much good flat on your back, now would ya?"

Damn.

'So,' Sabrina marveled, accepting the silent challenge that had been issued, 'Thugalicious wants to play, does he?'

"Actually, darling'," Sabrina's lips brushed against his like a whisper, "I'm quite good on my back."

Much the way she would guide her scalpel with precision across flesh, Sabrina's tongue slipped stealthily between the young mans slightly parted lips. She bit back a delirious sigh. The faint hint of candy, Butterscotch, still lingered upon his tongue that now lazily swept against hers. No sooner had he leaned in to deepen the kiss than Sabrina drew back, a totally unrepentant smile upon her face. Quite similar to the one that shone in his dazzling eyes.

"Yeah, I bet you are," he smiled. "I'm sure you can handle it on top." He slowly stepped away, taking his time until he came to rest behind Sabrina. "But can ya take it from the back?"

His breath tickling her ear was warm, much like the strong hands that rested upon her bare shoulders. The slightly rough patches of skin only seemed to heighten the sensation of his touch for Sabrina. These were the hands of a man who literally made his living by the sweat of his brow. Yet his trade in no way defined him. Sabrina surmised he would have just as easily commanded another's attention were he clad in Armani or Hugo Boss. He had an almost regal air to him. And the faintest hint of danger.

Oh, yeah. Going… Going… Sabrina was gone.

"Only one way to find out…" She paused as she turned to him and arched an elegant brow as if in question.

"Ricky," he answered, still holding her gaze, "Ricky Nash."

"Well, Ricky Nash… I'm Sabrina DeLane. And when you think you can handle me ‘from the back,’ stop by my office," she drawled. "Then we'll get to see just how sturdy those new walls you're about to put up really are, alright?"

"You gonna wear those shoes?" He cast an appreciative glance down at her feet.

"Oh, so you like a woman in heels, do you?"

"Nothing sexier…than a woman wearing nothing but stilettos and a smile." He paused, offering up a knowing smile. "Well, except that same woman with her legs wrapped around my waist as I give her a reason to kick those shoes across the room…"

Suddenly, it was too damn warm. And not just in the elevator.

"I'll have to remember that."

"Believe me, boo. I get you on your back and remembering is about the only thing you'll have the strength to do…"

The chime signaled just as the elevator arrived in the lobby.

"That a promise?" Sabrina tossed over her shoulder as she exited the cab.

"Bet," he nodded. "Fa real." His grin was an almost a mirror image of Sabrina's. "See ya around Sabrina DeLane." He openly admired the gentle sway of her hips as she sauntered across the floor.

Sabrina turned back and tossed him a dazzling smile once more. "Oh, you will, Ricky Nash," she winked. "Trust me. You will."