Abbie's plump lips pressed together. She stood ramrod straight and stared at the now closed door. She was sure he heard the loud groan of the door before she closed it. Abbie shook her head. She let out her breath relieved to be wrong. She sighed and looked down at her short black skirt. Abbie heard Ichabod talk about her black skirt and call out her name when he jerked off. What was she to do?

A gasp escaped from her lips. Her hands shook as she wrung her small hands. Her heart beating fast in her chest. She was sure her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She should just go home and think about. Think about what? She didn't see his cock but she definitely knew what he was doing behind his desk.

Abbie saw the ripple of his muscle in his long lean arm pulled taut with every jerk of his tight fist. His pink tongue flicked once, twice over his red thin lips. His lips pursed and then opening in a moan. His beautiful blue eyes shut tight. The long dark eyelashes laid on his flushed pink cheeks. Abbie watched as his tongue licked away the beaded sweat that collected on his hairy upper lip before climaxing and crying out her name.

What is she going to say to Katrina? Abbie knew she couldn't tell Katrina about this. It would be too awkward. How do you tell your friend that her old boyfriend just called out her name when he jerked off. And will I offer my love to the wolf with the red rose? Abbie knew that quote. It was a from an old song she used to play it all the time in college.Abbie loved it and knew the words to all the songs on the album. Abbie 's shoulders dropped. She sighed. Katrina and Ichabod have been broken up now for six years but Abbie thought Katrina hoped to get Ichabod back. She also thought Ichabod wanted Katrina back. Then why did he call out her name and not Katrina's? And the question? Must it be a mistake? That's what it was. He must have meant to call out Katrina's name instead.

Abbie's thoughts were forced back to reality with the sound of a doorknob rattle and the office door being opened. Ichabod Crane stood at the doorway. His mouth opened and his sparkling blue eyes stared down her. A small smile played at the corner of his full red lips.

"Abbie? What are you still doing here?" he asked." I thought everybody left for the evening." His voice was a low rumble. His accent thick. He blinked at her.

"I...II..was just about to leave," Abbie said.

Ichabod eyes slowly ran down her face to her lips and met her eyes again. She licked her lips. Ichabod stared at her and then at his office door. He frowned. His eyes shifted back to look at Abbie.

"How long have you've been standing here?" he asked. He pointed behind him at the door.

He stepped closer suddenly crowding her. Abbie stepped back and swallowed hard. She could have sworn Ichabod heard the loud gulp she made when a smile curled at the corner of his lips. It was predatory and hungry. Abbie took a breath and let it out slowly.

"I just came....," Abbie answered."I mean. I wanted to ask you a question."

"Which is?" he asked. His brow furrowed.

Abbie frowned up at him as he took another step closer to her. He towered over her.

"What's the matter?" he said."You forget your question?" His voice rose becoming agitated.

"I..I I of course not," Abbie answered. She raised her chin and looked up into his eyes. A small smile on her lips. Liar! Liar! Abbie mentally kicked herself. She trembled inside and actually wanted to faint under his steady gaze. Abbie chided herself again and pursed her lips. Ichabod licked his lips. His eyes lifted.

"Oh, then what was it?" he answered. Abbie stared up at him and bit her upper lip. Ichabod smirked. A worried frown creased her brow. Abbie's mind went blank. She gulped the large lump in her throat.

"I..I...II," she answered."It's late. I better go home."

Abbie spun on her heel and walked quickly almost running down the hallway to her office. Ichabod stared after her. He remembered the phone conversation he had earlier with Abraham. His eyebrow raised and he ran after her down the hall.

"Damn it! Van Brunt," Ichabod muttered."If she slaps my face and knees me in the groin. It's all your fault."