Samantha was sitting on the duvet, she was contemplating attempting the writing again, when Blake returned.

He joined her on the floor, removing his shoes, he handed her a glass.

She was surprised it was rather a sweet tasting wine.

'This is lovely, I expected it to be dry and or bitter,' she smiled.

'I'm glad you like it. So tell me how are you feeling?'

Samantha contemplated his question, for some reason she felt a desire to be honest with him.

Blake patiently waited for her to reply

She carefully placed the glass on the floor next to her. Inhaling deeply, she picked up the pen with her left hand and again tried to place it between her right thumb and fore finger, but again it refused to work.

'I can't get it to work,' she mumbled.

Blake was quiet for a few seconds, not saying anything. Now he understood the blank page. He wondered for how many hours she had been beating herself up.

'Samantha.'

She dragged her eyes across to look at him.

They gazed into each others' eyes, she found it too unnerving and lowered her head.

Blake placed his glass down as well and came to sit next to her.

He put one arm around her neck, and placed a finger under her chin.

'It's a fracture,' he murmured, 'is there a reason why you're in a hurry?' he spoke softly.

Even though it was just a hair line fracture, she should allow it at least four weeks to heal

I'm always in a hurry, and I like all my organs firing from all cylinders.

When she did not answer he murmured, 'you must give it at least another two weeks, there's no need to put any pressure on yourself, hmm.'

Now how is it, that that sounded like healing balm?

As if operating on auto pilot, her eyes chose to gaze into his.

Blake reached out and removed the hair band, setting her hair free.

'You should not have done that,' she half smiled, I had to get Trent to tie it up for me, and he was awfully embarrassed about it.'

'I'll tie it back if you want me to,' he murmured, 'although I prefer you without it,' he replied hoarsely.

She did not want to look into his eyes again, she knew he was going to kiss her. And damn it she wanted it too!

Blake's fingers cupped her face, the pad of his thumb caressing her cheek.

'May I take your jacket of,' Blake whispered.

'No,' she murmured.

'Yes,' he mocked, his lips brushing hers with feather light kisses.

Blake was on his knees, very carefully he removed the jacket from her good arm, then slowly drew it out over the right arm.

He placed a few cushions on the floor, then lowered her so her head was comfortably on one cushion, he placed another cushion in position for her to rest her arm on it. She didn't know how he managed it, but effortlessly, her arm was resting on the cushion.

Blake angled his body to face her, placing his elbow on one cushion, leaning his head onto the palm of his hand. Samantha reached out, bringing his head close to hers, until their lips could exchange a kiss. She pulled him closer, their mouths parted, their tongues reached out to each other. She groaned softly, for his kisses felt like a trip to heaven. Gently she reached out, cupping his face, her fingers raked into his hair, 'will you take off your shirt,' she pleaded softly.

And when her impatient fingers skipped over his naked flesh, she purred with delight as her fingers trailed over his muscular body. Her nails raked over the taut muscles on his chest, her tongue trailed until it found the aroused nipple. Blake groaned huskily, he shifted away from her and removed her shirt, his fingers cupped over the beautiful firm breast, his tongue followed where is hand was bringing her erotic pleasure, making light work of removing the rest of her clothing until she was naked. She tried to unbuckle him, and cursed, when she experienced difficulty.

'I've got it,' he murmured, ripping of all the remaining clothing so that their naked bodies were unrestricted.

Blake threw his one leg over her possessively as his lips sought hers again, she reached up wrapping her good arm around his neck, her nails grazed a path over the nape of his neck. Blake's lips kissed fiery heated sensations down to her breasts again, she groaned her excitement, she trembled with eager anticipation, her pelvis wriggled underneath him. His lips continued to trail down until it circled her navel, and she shrieked from the sensuous pleasure it brought. He seemed to know exactly where those erogenous spots were. His expert fingers slid seductively down the curve of her shapely hip. His lips did not stop her torture eithe, as they brushed over her moist centre. She shuddered deliciously, her fingers piercing into his shoulders. His tongue darted out and captured her flesh, tasting her sweet moistness, she cried out, as his tongue teased her endlessly, darting in and out bring her the most beautiful pleasure she thought she was going to explode. She cried out again, reaching for him, taking his erect form in the palm of her hand, using her thumb to bring him the same pleasure she was experiencing. A guttural sound escaped his throat, as her fingers ran riot over him.

Blake held onto her hand, slowing the pace before she caused him to have an accident. He smiled tenderly into her eyes, she responded likewise, cupping his face. Oh he was adorable and so handsome, was Blake Tresscott.

His fingers sensuously trailed over her thighs, travelled up further and entered her moist hot mound, he heard her deep sigh of pleasure and abandonment, and then hoisted her legs around his neck, the palms of his hand held her sexy buttocks in position so his mouth could get his fill of her, and his tongue was licking into that moist aroused centre. She was going to explode, her head rolled from side to side, she was unable to contain the threatening eruption anymore. His tongue was licking inside of her soft flesh, his teeth nibbled gently on the outer lips.

'Blake ___,' she begged.

He hurriedly reached into his wallet, fumbled with the packaging and finally sheathed himself, carefully lowering himself mindful not to hurt her.

'Your arm okay,' he murmured huskily.

'Yes,' she whispered impatiently.

Then he entered her. Every nerve centre came alive, like a full brass band in concert. Samantha choked on her breath, as she gasped for air. Blake hoisted himself up, almost drew himself out, and when she groaned softly, he plunged inwards again.

Oh he was outdoing himself, she had thought the first time was good, this was amazing. She cried out as he brought her wave after wave after wave of pleasure. She matched him thrust for thrust, giving him as much pleasure as she was taking, raising her pelvis lifting the momentum until they were both at that climatic point of no return, and simultaneously the explosion occurred for both of them. Blake held onto her tightly as his substance spluttered out of him, and she clung on as those over indulged muscles, seemed to tremor and contract repeatedly before she was spent. Their sweat glistened bodies were entwined together as they fought to get oxygen into their starving lungs. He shifted, so she was not holding his weight, but he stayed in her embrace, lifting his head, planting soft kisses on her eyes, the tip of her nose, her lips, and she responded, planting erotic kisses on his lips, and burying her face in the crook of his neck. Blake looked so tenderly into her eyes and smiled, 'That was the most amazing sex I've had in my life,' he confessed.

I bet you say that to all the girls!

Oh boy! She did it again. Infact it was her this time that had instigated it. How was she going to do damage control?

'You okay? Blake asked softly.

'Yes thank you,' she smiled, 'though I think I need to turn around and get some circulation in this arm.'

'Okay how about you put your good arm around my neck and I'll turn you onto your tummy,' he offered.

Samantha hoisted herself, placing her good arm around Blake's shoulder, and he effortlessly had her on her tummy.

'How's that,' he checked.

'Perfect, thank you,' she murmured sleepily.

Blake reached out and finished the contents of his wineglass.

'Would you like a drink Samantha?'

'I'm good thanks, she murmured again.

Blake seductively traced a path down her spine with his finger, she shrieked at the spasm it caused.

He laughed, she joined him.

'You're so beautiful,' he murmured, his tongue was following that same path down her spine.

'Thank you.'

You're gorgeous too!

His palm was so erotically soothing, running across her shoulders, and down her spine, it felt sensational.

'Is this the bullet you took for Peter Stewart?' Blake murmured softly, identifying a round bullet shaped scar on her lower back.

'He told you about that?' she asked astonished.

'Mmm, when you were beating up those guys, I was demanding he send you reinforcement, but he told me you had everything under control.'

She turned slightly, so she was facing him.

'And when I wouldn't shut up, he told me the story of how you had rescued him.'

On that fateful day she had known she was riding into the line of fire. She had known she risked being killed, but at that moment, her conscience had not allowed her to walk away from her helpless partner. She was reflective for a moment, before she responded, 'it was some time ago, but since then I work alone.'

No partners, no unnecessary risks.

'You are a truly amazing woman Samantha St. Claire.'

'You said exactly that in London,' she reminded him.

'At least I'm consistent,' he grinned.

'You're good for my ego too,' she quipped, reaching up and kissing him.

And they were exchanging another long kiss. Surely they were satiated and spent but before long they were both aroused making passionate love all over again.

Samantha picked up the pen again and for about the tenth time it refused her silent instruction. Kate and Kerry silently watched their superior officer, knowing when not to interfere.

When are you going to work damn you!

It was two weeks now. Fourteen days since Blake had gently urged her to be patient with herself. Fourteen days since she had made wild, passionate and the most thrilling love of her life with the man, not once but twice in the space of a few hours.

You've had sex with him three times now. Shut up. I can count! Samantha sighed, making another attempt to get the pen to obey her. Men bigger than I am, bow down to my authority you insubordinate inanimate ---

'Samantha!' the gentle admonishing voice behind her was unmistakable.

She quickly dropped the pen like a guilty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

'What?' she murmured guiltily, observing her two staff exchange a questioning look. And the questioning exchange was enquiring what hold had Blake Tresscott over their boss, for she normally and defiantly held her own against any man.

'Shall we take a walk Samantha?'

Fine, she'd point out the one or two security glitches she had picked up around the premises, when she had done a walk about in recent days.

'Am I going to hear a lecture about being impatient?' she questioned.

He gave her the once over, his eyes sweeping over the sweat suit she was casually dressed in.

'How have you been Samantha?' he asked, not responding to her question.

Two weeks since they have made love on the carpet of her lounge. Since then she had deliberately stayed away from Platinum, pretending to still be recuperating although she had been giving attention to the Tobias case, but frustratingly had no new leads. He on the other hand had also kept his distance, she had not heard from him at all. Though to be fair to him, she had overheard that he made two overseas trips, in the time she had deliberately stayed away from Platinum. In any event, it was good that way there were no expectations and neither of them need make any presumptions about things between them. So why was her heart beating so fast at his close proximity?

'I'm fine thank you, nothing new to report,' she replied too coldly.

'My secretary tells me you requested a meeting at fourteen hundred hours.'

'Yes,' she replied not offering any further comment.

'Can we meet now, I'm free,' he proposed.

What is the reason that he wants to meet right now?

Samantha shook her head, 'I'm interviewing two of your staff during the next hour, and please be informed our scheduled meeting will include my colleagues,' she murmured.

If that was disappointment she caught a glance of in his eyes, it quickly disappeared.

They were walking outside, she drew his attention towards the concrete wall around the perimeter of the building.

'I'm going to give you some advice at no charge,' she pointed to the wall.

'You want to offer a critique about my wall?' he grinned seductively.

She looked away quickly, holding her breath. She had to find a way to curb the attraction she felt for this man. Samantha glanced at the surveillance cameras she spotted, almost invisible to the untrained eye. Any idiot one o one guide could dismantle the security in no time.

'You have a potential security breach,' she informed him casually.

'Is that so?' he murmured coming to stand too close to her.

She wanted to look into those gorgeous eyes and get lost in them, but first his safety was of paramount importance. She could not tell him yet of the intel she had received that there was a hit planned to rob his factory of the diamonds. She had requested additional twenty four hour support, but she had to find a way to be discreet without arousing Blake's suspicion just yet. She had a plan, she did not want any hot heads compromising anything prematurely.

'You need to raise this wall, it's too low,' she stated.

'What, I've never had a problem,' he replied.

'I'm going to get on that wall, and then I'm going to show you how easy it is, from the outside to disarm your security,' she told him matter of fact.

'Samantha that wall is too high. And I'm not allowing you to perform any acrobatics when that wrist is still not healed.'

'I've scaled higher walls that this,' she murmured, 'and I will be landing on my feet. I will not be using my hands at all,' her eyes were trained on the wall and the nearby tree below the top of the wall.

Samantha would not have come to Platinum today, had she not received the intel on the intended hit on the place. She had rushed back home, put on the sweat suit, and had come here and spent an hour with her camera surveying the place. She had walked the perimeter, anticipating every angle to determine where the breach could happen. The only vantage point accessible to criminals was with the assistance of the ill placed tree.

'Blake, I want you to spread your palms outwards in front of your chest.'

When he raised his eyebrows questioningly, she added, 'I'm going to use your hands as leverage, to springboard onto the wall.'

'He looked unconvinced and was about to speak when she quickly added, 'you will hold my weight for about three seconds before I hoist myself atop the wall.'

He stared at her dumbfounded. Samantha removed a photograph from her pocket, 'You recognize this,' she offered him the photo for inspection.

'It's a view of the entrance to the factory,' he replied looking confused.

'Good,' she inserted it into his shirt pocket. 'I'll be needing that when I come down from the wall. Now are you ready?' she enquired.

'I'm going to regret this,' he groaned.

'I'm going to back up about ten feet to pick up speed, brace yourself for my landing,' her eyes and face were a mask of concentration.

'Samantha__are you sure you're able__'

'Senior Superintendent, the first Platinum employee has arrived for your interview,' Kerry interrupted them.

'Kerry, you think I can clear that wall?' Samantha enquired for Blake's benefit.

'Piece of cake for you,' Kerry smiled, 'you've done higher heights countless times.'

'You ready Mr. Tresscott?' she had to drag the formality out after the intimacy they had shared, and she was lashed with a piercing glare. Samantha took three slow steps forward, allowing Blake the time to prepare himself for her landing. She saw his knees brace into position, his palms stretched out in anticipation, and as quick as lightening she was sprinting towards him, and with the stealth of a cat, landed on his palms, and within a split second, with heightened pace, tossed herself into the air somersaulted twice, hands outstretched to give her balance and landed neatly on her feet atop the wall like a highly skilled tight rope walker. She glanced at Blake he was still in shock, it all happened too quickly for him.

Taking a deep breath, she gauged the distance to the tree, glanced at her wristwatch, hoisted herself in the air again, somersaulted once, hands outstretched and placing a foot hold on the branch of the tree and a split second later, she was dropping herself to the floor.

'Beautiful landing Senior Superintendent,' Kerry applauded, and by this time Kate had come in search of Kerry.

Samantha sprinted to Blake, removing the photo from his pocket.

'Follow me quickly,' she instructed.

Samantha located the central electrical circuit board, and dropped the switch. It took less than five seconds for the backup generator to kick in, but in the space of those five seconds she temporarily blocked the surveillance camera to the entrance of the factory, and inserted the photo in the view of the surveillance camera.

'Step back,' Samantha extended her arm across Blake's chest, ensuring the second camera did not pick him up as it rotated around the circumference of the entrance.

Stealthily she slid forward, her back ramrod straight against the wall as she negotiated her way past the second camera. Blake stood on the outside and watched mesmerized as she penetrated his surveillance and security without any difficulty whatsoever. Samantha let out her breath and calmly glanced at her wrist watch again and raised her eyes to Blake.

'It took me all of forty three seconds from the wall to infiltrate the factory.'

'Number one, the wall gets raised higher.'

'Number two that tree gets cut down.'

'Number three your Security has to investigate in every instance when there is a power outtage. They should never make assumptions or take for granted the reasons it went on the blink.'

'Lastly, I penetrated past your cameras, if I am armed, which I am,' she waived her firearm in the air, 'all it will take me is five bullets to fatally wound the five personnel you have in there. The chamber of my gun holds six bullets,' she paused to hold his attention. 'Anybody with intent can achieve what I just did.'

Blake stared as if he'd been kicked in the stomach. His security was up to nuggets. If criminals gained access into his factory, he could be wiped out of hundreds of millions Rands worth of stock. If he got wiped out tomorrow, and NPS testified against him, claiming his security to be lax, he could kiss any insurance claim goodbye.

'I'd advise you to urgently redress those issues I raised earlier,' she brushed past him. 'Excuse me, I'm late for the interviews I've set up.'

'Samantha,' his fingers closed around her wrist.

She knew she should not rise to the bait, but her eyes made its own choice, as they helplessly gazed up and was locked with his dark seductive ones. She felt his thumb circle around her wrist and caress the nerve pounding in his hand.

'Would you consider the position as my Head of Security? You can write your own check,' he motivated.

-end Chapter Six-