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[11calls]

Would it be better if I had chosen your life's work as a prop? Because I'm sure there's a copy of one of your books in Howard's house...

[Alex does set the book on the desk now though, and just leans her back against it, watching him with amusement.]

[nobasisinfact]

I doubt one of my tapes would be fitting.

[He doesn't consider his books his life's work. They've taken up far less time than the black tapes, as Alex calls them.]

[11calls]

I suppose I could just say terrible things into my recorder...

[Alex's look is one hundred percent mischief right there.]

[nobasisinfact]

It would give me the chance to broadcast them over the network while you slept.

[Because she's been doing that now. He's going to start entering grades into Excel now.]

[11calls]

You wouldn't.

[Alex sounds pretty confident over that, and she's going to put her hands deep in his suit jacket and nose around a fair amount in them.]

[nobasisinfact]

[She will find nothing in the pockets. Richard is a boring man with boring pockets.]

Even if I wouldn't, I could send it to one of your many friends.

[11calls]

You wouldn't do that either.

[Alex just raises a brow at him.]

They'd be very pointedly for you, my Richard.

[nobasisinfact]

Do tell.

[11calls]

[And now Alex is even closer, leaning over his chair and whispering in his ear in that sultry voice that she has decided is just for him.]

Are you sure you want me to ruin the surprise, my Richard?

[nobasisinfact]

[A brow raised, but he continued to work. Eyes keeping ahead even in he wanted to turn to look at her or whisper in her ear.]

Yes.

[11calls]

[That just makes Alex laugh as she rests her hand on the back of his neck, and the other on his shoulder, before she leans forward and breathes into his ear.]

I'm not so certain you could handle it, my Richard.

[nobasisinfact]

[This time he does lean back, after all, she's put herself in the perfect position. One he expected her to end up in if he feigned disinterest.]

Afraid I'll throw everything off my desk and have you right here?

[The words were low as he murmured them over the hair covering her ear.]

[11calls]

[Alex knew that he would do the whisper thing if she made the choice to get close to him like this, especially after pretending to ignore her.

So, she moved when he did, sliding between him and his desk, and straddling his lap, facing him.]

Of course. I'm concerned for the mess.

[nobasisinfact]

[He moves his hands to gently rest on her waist, still admitting to himself that it was crazy how they'd gotten from his refusing to return her calls to this. It would have been logical for someone like Alex to choose someone younger or more in line with what she enjoyed, not him.

Still, the thoughts didn't change the fact that they were like this, and that playing with Alex was, by far, one of his favorite past times. So he leaned in close, as if he were going to give in and kiss her before saying.]

Then you move.

[11calls]

[Never in her life, and probably much to his chagrin, Alex Reagan had never taken the logical route. It just wasn't in her to do that; instead she just forced a path where there hadn't been one before it and charged down it with her recorder in hand.

And of course it had let to countless calls and him being an ass who refused to kiss her.]

And if I don't?

[Alex countered with a smirk and a raised brow.]

[nobasisinfact]

[He would always feel that he had good reason not to kiss her before she regained her memories.

Moving closer, one of his hands reached out to turn off his computer before he leaned back to watch her, pushing his chair out from where she was.]

Then I eat dinner alone. A shame really, I was planning on making braised beef tips in a red wine sauce.

[11calls]

[Alex didn't mean when she didn't have her memories, Alex meant right at this very moment. Still, she countered herself so she didn't fall off of his lap when he pushed his chair out, and Alex just smirked for a minute.]

You're talking to someone who just so happens to know the names of the people who deliver all the best take out, Richard Strand. I am impervious to your dinner threats.

[Teasing him, you bet.]

[nobasisinfact]

[That's her own fault.]

Implying that take out is better then my cooking will not attain your goal.

[He'll just stand now as if she isn't in front of him with a terribly sexy outfit on.]

[11calls]

[Alex manages to catch herself before she ends up on the floor, and she turns a bright shade of pink before she backs up to shove things away from the edge of her desk so she can sit on it, with her legs swinging. Self-consciously, her arms wrap around her chest before she lets out a huffy breath.

Fine. Back to business then.]

When do you want to move?

[nobasisinfact]

[Wait till they get home Alex. Wait till they get home.]

Now seems as good a time as any.

[11calls]

Are you done here then?

[Alex just raises a brow to him.]

I can meet you there if you want.

[She's not walking over there in these freaking heels, Richard. She'll die.]

[nobasisinfact]

[He raises a brow.]

You don't want to stay in that?

[11calls]

I hadn't planned on it, since it was so ineffective.

[Two can play at that game, Dr. Strand.]

[nobasisinfact]

Perhaps you just chose the wrong time and place.

[He raises a brow, try it at home and see what happens.]

[11calls]

We'll see.

[Alex can raise a brow too, Richard. And she's the one in the heels.]