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guess not," he said softly. 
      
    "Then why are you here?"  She held her breath, wishing she hadn’t said that and yet crazily desperate to see if he’d admit he desired her.
      
    "Because..."  His grey eyes slid into contact with hers, and she felt a sexual pulse, like a pre-orgasmic flutter.  But it was more than sex.  Much more complicated, and infinitely more volatile.  "...it's personal," he admitted, looking back down at his hands.
      
    She swallowed tightly.  "You have a personal problem?"  Hell, she sounded like a psychoanalyst, parroting back at him, but she couldn't think of another thing to say.  Why hadn't she just let him talk about math? 
      
    "You see I'm in - " he said in a rush, then caught himself on a hiccupped breath.  For a suspended moment he simply stared at the top of her desk, as though memorizing her scattered collection of pens, then he stood so quickly his chair threatened to fall over backwards.  "Actually I'm late and I have to go," he blurted, still not looking up.  "I'm sorry to have bothered you, Dr Williams."  He edged around his chair, still looking at the carpet.
      
    Dee knew with painful certainty that he wouldn't be back, and inside herself an emptiness yawned so deep and wide she was afraid to move in case she fell in.  She'd been a fool, denying the obvious.  Now that Billy stood in front of her in the flesh, she could admit she wanted to be unfaithful - admit she wanted to forget her husband and give herself up to the voluptuous pleasure of Billy's magnificent body.  She wanted to touch him and kiss him, and she wanted to watch the wonder in his eyes as he made love to her. 
      
    "Thanks for your time," he said softly, backing out, his head down.  Some of the wet fringe had fallen forward to veil his eyes but he was blinking and Dee felt her shock deepen as she imagined he might be about to cry.  "I know you're busy," he whispered, and Dee lurched up out of her chair and stepped around the desk, knowing she couldn't let him go without... 
      
    She reached out her hand.  "Good luck, Billy."
      
    He raised his head, and at the same moment as his large hand enclosed her slender fingers, their eyes met.  It jolted her - not so much her body, but through her soul and her peripheral vision narrowed down until his face was all she could see.  Warm skin, hungry eyes, a tentative smile.  She was at the nexus then, her own personal decision time.  One step towards Billy and she'd slip out of her world and into his.  It would be a deep world, rich with sensations and fraught with emotional insecurity. 
      
    Or she could stay in the world she knew.  The world of James and her work, where the pleasures were shallow and the dangers known.
      
    What would she do? 
      
    Billy's smile had disappeared under the crushing intensity of the tension surrounding them.  "Goodbye, Dr Williams." 
      
    But neither of them broke the connection and they stood for the longest time staring into each other's eyes.  Dee felt her grip on reality slipping as the warmth from his hand, with its slightly rough skin, seeped up her arm.
      
    "Billy."  It wasn't a question, or even a plea.  She just said his name.  This was the moment, the jumping off point. 
      
    The phone rang.
      
    Billy flinched and pulled his hand away as though he'd been bitten, but Dee wasn't as quick to react.
      
    "Thanks, Dr Williams," he said backing out, and was into the hallway with the door shut behind himself before she could even think to lower her hand. 
      
    The phone continued to ring for what seemed like minutes before she could motivate herself to turn and lift the receiver.  Even then she held it mutely, unable to move past what had just happened.    
      
    Hello?
      
    James!  She forced her lips to move.  "Hello." 
      
    Oh, hello Dear.  I'm sorry this is sudden, but I'm afraid I'll have to fly out this afternoon.  That wretched administrator's