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Soft music played over the speakers and the chatter slightly faded, the closer I shuffle to Dean's office.  I looked at the portraits on the walls and, as the door at the end of the hall opened, the song thrumming epitomized what I was feeling.  ~Lost in your eyes, drowning in blue~ Arabella stopped in her office's doorway, uncertain whether she should just step back and close the door.

"Hi," I managed in a small voice.  She walked closer, peering at me, uncertain.  "Uhm..."

"How are you doing?"  She asked, as her perfume drifted my way.  She was more than a metre away from me, but still managed to completely overwhelm my senses.  I was high and she was the drug I hadn’t even tasted yet.

Tones of jasmine, peony and pink pepper made my mind go fuzzier with confusion than her small talk approach had, "I'm doing well.  The party is-"

"Since the day I saw you in this place...you had done something to me," I stared at her, completely stunned.  "Mira...are you completely straight, without question?"  My mouth opened, but I managed nothing.

It happened so fast, the next thing I knew, my back was against Dean's office door and her hands captured my face, just as her mouth met mine.  Her lips tasted of champagne and cherries.  I groaned and pulled her hips tightly against mine, while my mouth opened to receive her tongue.

She stroked the sensitive flesh on the inside of my lower lip and I melted into her like caramel ice-cream on a sunny day.  My mind was lost to her subtle, yet completely seductive onslaught.  She moaned against my mouth and my hands moved up her sides and I enveloped her breasts.

Her tongue softly slid along mine while the pressure in my core built up to a high that was indescribable.  Oh, this woman could kiss.  Our tongues danced between our lips in a build-up of undeniable passion.  I felt like I was in a dream, but when the sound of howling men echoed down the hallway, it all abruptly ended.

Arabella stepped back, shocked, and I leaned away from the door as two men appeared with Dean.  They were cheering, and something in Dean showed that he knew it made us uncomfortable.  At least he was a decent enough guy to know that men going batshit over woman kissing was annoying as hell.

"I shouldn't have done that," Arabella said in an almost dismayed tone and I stared at her, pained.  She had made it sound like a mistake and the retort in her manner hurt me.  I shook my head and walked away, said my goodbye to Dean, and left.  I had been kissed into a complete stupor, but the participating party clearly had not experienced the same thing.