Damn, she demanded his attention. Would she never give up? He let out a long exasperated sigh. Not for the world would he hurt her feelings though, so he turned to the left, far enough to see her from beneath the hat's brim.

She held her coat open so he could see her dress. The deep rich burgundy of the simple shirtwaist suited her coloring. her eyes sparkled, and the color in her cheeks mirrored that of her outfit. The essence of her appeal seeped into Mitchell and tore him apart. How he desired her, Rose being all he ever wanted.

* * * *

"Shadows are creeping across the yard. Won't be long till the sun slips completely behind those trees." Rose leaned toward the window. Closed it then grasped the curtains, pulling them together. Wispy shadows now filled the office. 

Mitchell swallowed a lump in his throat almost as big as the bulge between his legs. As she moved closer, all his aches and pains receded. "Uh, Rose, it's going to get warm in here now that you closed the window."

She leaned against the side of his desk, her skirt brushing his leg. "True. But no one can see us, either." And, with those whispered words, she leaned forward and captured his mouth against her soft lips.