"What the hell Azzy?! Where did you go? I was so worried. I went to your office but no one was there yet." Tommy's words tumble out in a rush as soon as soon as he answers the phone and guilt cuts through me at the worry in his tone.

I twist my fingers through the throw hooked over the edge of the sofa I'm perched on. I decided to call him as soon as I got in. It was cruel to wait but that hadn't stopped the nerves or my hands shaking uncontrollably as I selected his name.

"I'm sorry." I start. There's no point beating around the bush so I decide to come out with it, "I saw a picture of you kissing Melanie yesterday and it hurt me even though we weren't together and I have no right to be upset."

My voice sounds emotionless and detached but it's the only way I can say it without breaking down.

There is a long pause and I briefly wonder if we have been cut off so check the screen, "Hello?"

"You saw her kissing me." He says slowly.

"Yes, that's what I said." I frown, wondering what he's getting at.

"No, you said you saw me kissing her but I didn't. What you saw was her kissing me, probably for the fraction of a second I was in shock before I pulled away." He explains slowly.

Well now I feel stupid. I should have known it would be something as simple as that.

"Why didn't you just wait and ask me?" He asks softly.

I look down at my lap in embarrassment even though I know he can't see me through the phone. "I-I don't know."

"You can't just run every time things get hard." He sounds frustrated and exhausted and I know he has a point.

But I have reasons too. Everyone I have ever loved has left me. Whether they died, betrayed me or just chose to walk out of my life. I know people don't choose to leave you when they die but still, those left behind feel the loss just the same.

It's so easy to say 'don't run' when you're not the one who has been through that.

I suppose I'm just trying to leave them before they leave me? It's not the best choice, granted but it's how I deal with stress and I am aware of it at least and working on it.

"Why didn't you tell me she tried to kiss you?" I press, trying to shift things back to why I'm upset.

It's less the actual kiss and more the way I didn't know about it.

He huffs and I'm sure he's doing that thing where he scrubs his hair and leaves it sticking up every which way. "Why didn't I tell the girl I'm on a date with and trying to persuade to be my girlfriend that some other girl kissed me against my will? Hmmm I wonder."

When he words it like that it makes a weird amount of sense to not mention it and I process that silently. "Wait, you want me to be your girlfriend?" My brain doubles back and suddenly takes in those words.

"Was that not obvious enough last night?" He laughs, "I guess I didn't make you come enough."

His voice drops and octave and my cheeks flush, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to stop the ache building.

"Where are you right now Azzy?" He whispers.

I swallow hard and tuck my legs underneath me, "Home."

"Do you know how much I wish I was there right now?"

His voice is a low rumble that sends shivers through me and I let out a small squeaky noise as I try to hide the rising need in me.

He groans, "I fucking love the little noises you make."

I'm horny and utterly bewildered. How did we go from fighting to near-fucking in the course of a phone call?

"Where are you?" I ask him in a husky voice.

He groans again, "Currently in the reception area of your office but looking up how long an Uber is going to take."

I make a split second decision, "There a room with a keypad in the far right corner, by the blue seat next to the windows. The code is 1939."

He chuckles and I can hear him pressing the keys, "What's in here?"

"Spare furniture and props for events. No one ever goes in there so you'll be fine."  I assure him.

"Fine for what?" There's that low voice again that makes my thigh rub together to ease the pressure building.

"Fine for us to have a little fun." I say softly.

Tommy chuckles, "God I wish you were here with me right now."

I barely hold back a needy whimper, "I wish I was too." My hand dips down into my underwear and I lean back on the sofa, "I'm so wet Tommy."

He makes a choking noise and I hear his zipper open and a mumbled, "Fuck it."

I've never done this before...with anyone. And certainly never when one of us is hidden in an office storage cupboard.

But this need for each other is relentless as I touch myself and imagine it's him.

The leggings are restricting my movement so I quickly shimmy out of both them and my underwear.

"Tell me what you're thinking." Tommy's voice is rough and I can hear the slight pants of his breath.

My cheeks flush but I know he can't see, "I'm picturing you here. On your knees between my legs. Tasting me." I whisper the words.

Saying it out loud is oddly erotic and my breath is coming faster now too as I ride my fingers.

Tommy begins to describe what he would do if he was here and the pressure builds inside me. His moans intermingle with mine and I love hearing how he fights to stay quiet. I cry his name as I tip over the edge and my legs tremble with the waves of my orgasm.

He follows not long after and we both lay there panting for a few moments after.

"Fuck."

Tommy worried curse snaps me out of my post orgasm bliss. "What's wrong?"

"Someone just arrived." He hisses and despite myself I find laughter bubbles out of me.

"It's not funny. How do I get out of here without looking like an absolute weirdo hiding in their cupboard?"

His description of the situation has me losing it again. "I'm sorry," I giggle, "I know it's not funny but," I snort, "It kind of is!"

"Help me." Tommy hisses.

Reluctantly I put him on speaker and check the security system. "Ok, I can see on the camera's it's just Megan-"

"There are camera's? Were you watching me?" He sounds both horrified and turned on.

"No! They're only in main areas." I roll my eyes at the dramatics, "Aren't you used to be on camera anyway mister superstar presenter?"

"It's not the same." I can hear the pout in his voice and it only makes my smile grow.

"Look I'm going to hang up this call and then I'll call Megan and ask her to check something in my office so you can escape."

"Do you think that will work?" He sounds doubtful.

"Absolutely." I push every ounce of authority and confidence into my voice, "Are you ready? Probably want to do it before anyone else arrives."

"Oh yeah, shit, good point." He replies and and I can hear him scrambling and stumbling as he sorts himself out.

Thankfully Megan is in the main office with the long glass wall that looks through to the reception so she can't hear him.

"Ready." He sounds nervous.

"OK, count to one hundred and then go." I tell him.

"Ok." He sounds uncertain and I hang up, immediately dialling Megan.

My eyes are fixed to the screen as she pulls out her phone, "Hiya Azzy." Her cheerful chirp is a huge relief as I wasn't sure what I'd do if she had declined my call.

"Hi lovely," I say in what I hope is a breezy tone, "Are you in the office yet?"

"Yep, what's up?" She is sorting through the post as she speaks to me and it makes me smile to know how hard she works even when she doesn't think anyone is watching.

"Could you run down to my office quickly and check if something is there?" I hold my breath as I finish, distinctly aware of the ticking time bomb in our cupboard.

"Sure," I watch her drop the half-opened post on the nearest desk and march down the corridor.

I almost feel guilty doing this but I couldn't think of a sane or normal explanation for him being in the cupboard either.

"What am I looking for?" She asks.

My mind focuses back on how I left my desk, "Orange folder for Dashmartin event. I thought I brought it home with me but I can't seem to find it."

I'm surprised by how easy the lie flows as I watch Tommy open the door a crack and peek out.

When he's sure the coast is clear he dashes for the lift, frantically stabbing at the button.

I fight to contain my laughter as he flips me off and disappears inside.

"Yes it's here." Megan confirms, "Did you need anything specific from it? I can photograph the pages you need if that helps?"

Now I really do feel guilty, "Not to worry, I can sort it when I get in. I was just worried I had lost it. Thank you though." I can hear the pride in my voice at how much she is trying to help, and I hope she can too.

"No worries, did you need anything else?" She sings out and I hear the soft click of my office door closing behind her as she returns to the main office.

"No, that's everything for now. I will be in a little later this morning though so please don't worry about ordering for me on the coffee run."

"Of course, see you later Azzy."

"Bye Meg."

I hang up and breath a sigh of relief at the near miss.

The sudden ring of my phone startles me in the quiet apartment and I glance at it and see Tommy is calling. "Hello?"

"Is it just me or is the fact we nearly sort of got caught a massive fucking turn on?" He asks in a low voice.

"You say that now." I laugh, "You weren't so cocky five minutes ago when she almost caught you."

"That's why I said nearly getting caught was a turn on. Actually getting caught would be my worst nightmare." He admits.

I smile and shift so I'm laying down now, "So what are you up to today?"

"Well we are filming two new project today." He explains as I resist the urge to ask if by "we" he means him and Mel.

"Oh that's nice." I lie.

"Yes Mel will be there, no I'm not kissing her again and yes, I promise to tell you if anything happens. As long as you're sure that's what you want?"

I consider it a moment, "Yeah, I'd appreciate that." I smile.

"Then I will tell you everything." He promises, "Are you up to anything?"

"Nothing quite so glamorous as filming," I laugh, "But I am working on planning some company Christmas parties today and I really enjoy that."

He whistles, "Well well well. That is very interesting Miss Wendall-Jones. I half-expected you to be a bah humbug."

I roll my eyes, "I can have fun and enjoy things you know!"

"Oh I know," He chuckles, "We had lots of fun last night and I plan to repeat that every night we possibly can."

"You are terrible!" I laugh, "Anyway, I better go. I really should start getting ready for work. Bye Tommy."

"Goodbye Miss Wendall-Jones."