InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Feni's Ficlets ❯ The Lord of the Dance ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I don't own anything… especially not Sesshomaru (lucky for him!).

 

A/N: This crack!ficlet grew out of a series of free-wheeling LJ conversations that somehow managed to associate g-string, Sesshomaru, lap dance, Riverdance, personal managers… and a plot bunny was born. Rated for coarse language and citrus content.

 

Wicked Oni and Manon Le Chat, it's all your fault, and Sess would like to speak with you.

 

First posted on LJ on 15 September, 2006.

 

The Lord of the Dance

 

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“I really don't think this is a good idea…”

 

“C'mon, Rin… it'll be a blast! I've heard the final dancer of the night is totally hot!”

 

“I should go home and prepare for the meeting tomorrow morning…”

 

“Oh, don't be such a stick-in-the-mud, Rin. You haven't come out with me for ages, and this is to celebrate your first real job since finishing your business diploma!”

 

Rin shot Shiori a very direct look. “I'd hardly call watching…”

 

“Really hot, incredibly gorgeous men…”

 

“… take off their clothes and gyrate for a roomful of screaming women `celebrating'. How about a nice latte and dessert?”

 

Shiori frowned. “Since when did you become such a prude, Rin?”

 

The young woman sighed and rubbed the arms of her suit jacket. “I'm not, Shiori, but it just seems so… depraved… uncivilized… or something.”

 

“Considering where you now work, isn't that attitude a little hypocritical? It's just a form of entertainment, if you want to think about it that way.”

 

Rin sighed heavily. “All right… let's get this over with.” Shiori giggled, tucked her hand under Rin's arm, and led her reluctant friend over to join the line-up outside the nightclub, underneath the flashing marquee advertising the one-night-only-appearance of the `Lords of the Dance'.

 

Once inside, Rin flat-out refused to sit in the front row despite Shiori's pout, instead choosing to take a seat on the elevated mezzanine that ran around three sides of the room, giving a clear view of the dance floor that was doing double duty as a stage. A waiter took their drink orders, and Rin was enjoying chatting with Shiori about her new job so much that she almost forgot where she was… until the lights went down and the sound system crackled.

 

“Good evening, ladies… are you hot tonight?” The answering affirmative scream of female voices had Rin clapping her hands over her ears, and then music thundered out of the speakers as the first dancer, billed as `Wolf', strutted out to take up a stance on centre stage. Next to her, Shiori squealed enthusiastically and joined in the rowdy cheering, while Rin tried not to look as the fur flew. From the volume of whistles alone, she guessed that `Wolf' must be fairly good at shaking his `tail' and she finally risked a glance that had her turning beet red in a flash, much to Shiori's amusement.

 

“Jeez, Rin… you'd think you've never seen one before!” she yelled over the noise, poking the squirming girl in the arm.

 

“I haven't… not like that, anyways…” Rin muttered to herself, concentrating on taking a sip of her drink and trying to will away the flush on her cheeks. She barely glanced at the next dancer when he was introduced, only noting his long white hair and flashy red outfit, until Shiori tugged on her sleeve and pointed. She received an eyeful of toned muscles as the dancer did something incredibly athletic with a sword as his prop… and his personal weapon was nothing to sneeze at, either. Her cheeks flamed again, and she flagged down the waiter to order some ice water.

 

Shiori grinned broadly and ordered the same. “You look like you need to take a cold shower, Rin! Did you like that last dancer? You've always had a thing for guys with light-coloured hair.”

 

“Uh… not tall enough.”

 

“His sword was pretty impressive, though! Ooh, have a look at this guy!” Shiori swung her attention back to the stage, for which Rin was entirely grateful. The neck of her blouse felt tight in the heat of the room; she undid several buttons and rolled up her sleeves before peeking at `Hellfire'. The dark-haired dancer threw off a white fur cloak and began doing things with his appendages that had Rin wondering if something had been slipped into her drink.

 

“I need to visit the ladies' room… you coming?” she asked, digging her wallet out of her briefcase and preparing to leave the table.

 

“No way! I'm not missing a minute of this! I'll save your seat.” Shiori waved her away, not taking her eyes from the stage. Rin briefly considered ditching her friend and going home to review her notes for the meeting the next morning, but then realized that there was only one dancer remaining before the show was over. Shrugging, she wove her way through the crowd to the restrooms.

 

It was easier regaining her seat once she returned, since it seemed that the entire audience was now down in the `pit' screaming for `Hellfire' to give an encore. Shiori was down there, too; Rin easily picked out her silver hair among the sea of dark heads. `Hellfire' smirked and complied, until Rin wished she'd brought earplugs to muffle the enthusiasm. Finally, he swept off the stage and the lights were briefly doused.

 

“And now… put your hands together, ladies… give it up for… the Lord of the Dance!”

 

The screaming rose in volume until Rin winced and plugged her ears. Then a spotlight snapped on, revealing a tall, slender dancer garbed entirely in white, a length of fur draped over one shoulder and trailing down to the floor. He tossed his head, and Rin blinked at the knee-length silver hair swishing audibly in the sudden stillness.

 

Then he began to move, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. He was lithe and graceful, his hair and the fur accessory accentuating his flowing movements until she felt hypnotized… but he seemed remote, almost uninvolved… until their eyes met across the room. Rin gulped and recoiled a bit from the intensity in his glance, but then his body language subtly changed. He became even more fluid, more sensual as he appeared to gauge her reaction to him, his eyes always finding her in the darkness and Rin could hardly breathe around the idea that he was dancing for her alone. She sat up straighter, moistened her lips and gave him her full attention; she was sure that he noted her reaction when a faint smile ghosted across his lips.

 

When he dropped the robe, there was a sharp intake of breath around the room, and then the appreciative cat-calls began. Rin, however, barely noted his masculine attributes because she was studying his face and wondering why he seemed so familiar. The dancer, billed simply as `The Lord', seemed to float over the stage, the fur alternately hiding and emphasizing his physique.

 

When the lights went out, the roof nearly came off from the screams of appreciation. Rin shook herself and contemplated dumping the contents of her water glass over her own head before checking her watch and jumping when she saw the time. “Darn it, where's Shiori? Now I really have to leave…”

 

The lights came on again, and the screaming became even louder, if that was possible, as all four semi-nude dancers vamped. `The Lord', however, remained motionless, his eyes scanning the roiling crowd until they settled on her. Rin suddenly felt like she had been zapped with a laser pointer, such was the intensity of his gaze.

 

“Show this exceptional talent your appreciation, and remember private dances may be booked at the bar! Sign up now for a night to remember!” Rin clapped sedately and began collecting her things, chuckling at the general stampede surging towards the bar. Shaking her head, she restored her blouse to rights and shook out her jacket before looking around for Shiori.

 

“You have a generous friend.” Rin spun around and found herself nearly nose-to-pec with a perfectly sculpted chest. Instinctively, she tried to back up, but was stopped by the table behind her. She forced her eyes upward to meet `The Lord's amused gaze. They looked at each other for a long moment. “Did you enjoy the performance?” he asked, and Rin was disconcerted by the way her heart fluttered at the husky tone in his voice.

 

“Y-yes, v-very much so,” she stammered, trying to scooch backwards a tiny bit.

 

He reached for the chair she had recently vacated. When she began to edge sideways, he casually dropped his hand onto the table beside her hip, preventing her escape unless she chose to duck under his arm. “Sit down.”

 

“Oh!” She blushed instantly and furiously, and twisted the hem of her shirt between her fingers while looking everywhere but at the lean muscled frame filling her visual field. “I, er, have an early meeting, and I, um… really have to go now…”

 

His laugh was a low rumble, and long-fingered hands firmly pressed her into the chair. Before she could move, she had a lapful of highly-toned male wearing only a skimpy silver leather g-string. Her head shot up as her body went rigid; he smirked down at her flaming cheeks and took some time draping the white fur around her shoulders, apparently unaffected by the less-than-enthusiastic response of the young woman whose lap he was straddling. Wriggling his narrow hips in a very suggestive manner, he asked, “Your name?”

 

She somehow managed to squeak out, “R-rin…”

 

He paused, and studied her carefully for a moment, then made her squeak again when he brought his face very close to hers and delicately sniffed her hair. Rin closed her eyes and let his silver strands whisper across her skin. When he pulled back, she was unprepared for the rather predatory smile that lit up his face. “I am very pleased to meet you, Rin,” he purred. He used the fur to keep her in place as he began to slowly grind his pelvis against her belly, somehow managing to keep most of his weight off her thighs. Rin bit her lip, took hold of the frame of the chair in both hands, and wished desperately that she was somewhere else.

 

The motions of his body against hers woke feelings that she would have preferred not to experience in public, and she turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut, fully aware that she was scarlet red from her hairline to her toes. Shrouded in the concealing fur, she stiffened when his fingertips brushed over one of her breasts, leaving tingles in its wake. Please tell me that did not just happen! When the contact came again, the touch more deliberate and lingering, she whimpered and turned even brighter red as she tried to twist away. She was just about to dump him off her lap, Shiori's `generosity' be damned, when he cupped her breast and ran his thumb over the erect nipple. Through the fabric, his touch ignited her arousal so fast and hard, it actually hurt. Eep! What the hell? She snapped her arms up over her chest and glared furiously at him. Undaunted, his fingers stroked her cheek, their owner observing her with a heavy-lidded gaze and then he laid his thumb against her lips for a brief moment before gently pressing down her lower lip and exposing the moist pink inner skin. Objection temporarily shelved, she trembled, lost in his liquid gaze for a moment until she ducked her head and found herself looking straight at his straining-the-stitching leather-covered crotch.

 

“You know the rules, Lord. No contact between the talent and the audience is permitted…” The waiter hovered nervously; Rin swore she heard a low growl from the man simultaneously humiliating and seducing her in full public view. He peeled her hand away from her tightly-crossed arms and deliberately raised it to his lips for a kiss, then extracted himself from her lap with more dignity than a nearly-naked exotic dancer should be able to muster and confronted the waiter.

 

“I am not to be interrupted while I am entertaining a lady.” When the waiter had beaten a hasty retreat in the direction of the bar, he returned his attention to Rin. Offering her his hand, he raised his eyebrow when she just stared at it like it might bite her, and his eyes glinted. “Interruption is intolerable… present yourself at the VIP entrance in ten minutes,” he rumbled in a tone of command, and she bristled. He fixed her with his intense gaze while he unwound her from the soft white pelt. Rin only realized that it wasn't exactly a request until after he had turned and floated away, heading across the dance floor towards the stairs that led to the VIP area, which were doubling as dressing rooms for the night.

 

Giving herself a shake while trying to understand why she wasn't blisteringly furious at being manhandled in a public place by some guy… okay, a hot, amazingly gorgeous, scantily-clad guy… she scooped up her jacket and briefcase and stormed across the bar. With some surprise, she also realized she was the subject of very envious grumblings as she passed one particular table. “What makes you so special?” snarled a dark-haired woman crowned by an elaborate coiffure decorated with a feathered comb.

 

Rin was startled at the depth of anger she detected in the woman's tone, but snapped back, “Crack open your wallet, and you too can have the pleasure of public humiliation!” Ignoring the woman's rejoinder, she squeezed through the crowd on her way for the door.

 

“Rin! Rin! Where are you going? I have two private bookings with `Hellfire' for us! How was `The Lord'? That was your early birthday present, by the way!” Shiori caught her arm, violet eyes bright with excitement.

 

Rin shook her head and pulled away. “Um, thanks for the, uh, treat, but sorry, Shiori… I really have to go.”

 

“Wait… what did `The Lord' say to you? He looked really pissed off when that waiter interrupted…”

 

Rin fidgeted and protectively wrapped her arm across her chest. “It was nothing, really. He, er, just did a little bump and grind and that was it. He also asked if we enjoyed the show.”

 

“Whoo-hoo! Did we ever! Oh, well, I'll cancel your spot with `Hellfire'. Want me to see if there's another opening with `The Lord'?”

 

“No! No, it's okay… I really have to go, Shiori. Early start tomorrow, you know.”

 

“Okay… see you later! Hey, you okay to go home by yourself?”

 

“No problem. I have money for a cab.”

 

“Good. Don't want you using the subway from out here.” Shiori blew her a friendly kiss and disappeared into the surging throng; Rin had to fight her way out past the hopeful men streaming in.

 

Once out in the chill of the night, she walked across the parking lot to cool down before shrugging into her jacket, then patted her pockets for her cell phone. Crap… must have fallen out inside the club. I'll just have to go back in and have them call a cab, then look for it while I wait. Sighing, she shouldered her briefcase and headed back towards the door, only to be brought up short by a piercing whistle. “Oi, wench! Are you `Rin'?” She looked around, then up, and was rather startled to see the shirtless white-haired `sword dancer' leaning over the railing of the second floor fire escape. “What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? I asked you a question, wench!”

 

“Who wants to know?” she called back up, and distinctly heard a snort.

 

“Jeez, just answer the question, all right?”

 

“If I am Rin, what's it to you?”

 

“My idiot brother wants the pleasure of your company, that's what, so get your ass over here...”

 

Rin clasped her hand to her heart in mock regret. “Let me think that offer over for a minute… nope, not interested. Extend my sincerest apologies to `The Lord', but I have a train to ca… eep!” She stumbled backward from the `sword dancer', who was suddenly only an arm's length away, his amber eyes hard. Did he jump down here? Who the hell can do that?

 

“Look, wench, it's like this. When my brother sees fit to ask a girl up to his boudoir, it's only polite for her to be the one who tells him to get stuffed.”

 

Rin gathered up her scattered thoughts. “He didn't exactly ask; he ordered me, and that's after he took liberties with my body that should earn him a chat with the local constabulary, not a date.” Her temper rose, but was caught off guard when the man confronting her started to chuckle. While she waited for him to enlighten her on the source of his amusement, she distantly noted the spiffy studded bandanna holding his hair back and caught herself admiring his ripped abdominals.

 

“Keh… the `Ice Lord' groping someone… unbelievable. He actually touched you? No wonder he couldn't get his cock ring off; this is more serious than I thought. C'mon, wench… you can claw his eyes out yourself.” Before she could object, he scooped her up, crouched, and then they were on the landing of the fire escape.

 

Rin blinked wildly as he set her on her feet and helpfully dusted off her skirt and straightened her lapels. She batted his hands away and stepped back, holding her briefcase in front of her like a shield. “H-how…? Wh-what…? How dare you just grab me like that!”

 

“Feisty little thing, ain't ya? Ask him `how' and `what'… but do it before you turn him down, okay?” He began herding her as she backed away down the corridor, his arms held wide in case she tried to make a break for it past him. She certainly thought about it, but decided that dashing the other way, into the bar where she could lose herself in the crowd, was a better option. It was a good plan, until she was brought up short by a hard body behind her. Her escort was distinctly unimpressed. “For fuck's sake… move your hairy ass, Koga.”

 

“Is dog-breath here bothering you, missy? Say the word and I'll remind him of the proper way to treat a lady…” Rin slowly looked up over her shoulder into the gleaming blue eyes and toothy grin of `Wolf', and edged away.

 

`Dog-breath' rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “Back off, fuckhead, or I tell Ayame that you tried to poach the headliner's girl.”

 

“Okay, okay… enjoy your visit to the kennel, missy. Hey, Inu-koro, what time is Kagome picking you up?”

 

“Soon, and no, you can't catch a ride. Don't want the car stinking of wolf-shit.” During this exchange, Rin had managed to put her back up against the nearest wall, and was gauging the distance between her and the exit. However, a strong hand clamped around her wrist as `Wolf' stepped out of the way with a final jibe and `Inu-koro' hauled her down the corridor, muttering fearsome curses under his breath. He stopped before a door detailed with elaborate brass filigree and reached for the handle.

 

“Why aren't you and wolf-boy out there earning extra cash by squirming on women's laps?” She was obviously stalling, but it briefly worked.

 

“Contract clause. Otherwise, our wives would skin both of us.” He smiled at her, and Rin was struck by how handsome he was… and safe, if he was married. Uh-oh…

 

“So that means… `Hellfire' and… `The Lord'… aren't married?”

 

“Nope. You seem kind of reluctant… never done this before?”

 

Rin turned as red as the dancer's baggy pants at his apparent insinuation, and he raised his eyebrows as she raged, “No, I can't say I've been grabbed out of a public place and forced to spend time with someone against my will before. Look, I'm sure he's talented, but I'm really not interested in whatever your brother may have to offer. I just started my job, and I can't afford to pay his going rate for `private entertainment', all right?”

 

He cocked his head, studying her as carefully as `The Lord' had done earlier, and then stepped in close to take a deep inhalation of her hair. “Hmm… I hate to admit it, but the asshole might be right about you…”

 

She swatted his shoulder and snarled, “What's with all this sniffing? Do I look like a fire hydrant or something?”

 

That made him smirk. “You're red enough to qualify, but your figure is much better!” She growled, and he grinned cheerfully at her. “Look, Rin… this is the first time my brother has ever asked someone to meet him backstage. Just go in and talk to him, okay?”

 

She bit her lip and hugged her briefcase even tighter while rapidly thinking through her options. “I go in, tell him `thanks but no thanks', and you'll let me leave?” He nodded. “All right, then… I suppose so.”

 

“Good girl. I promise he won't bite.” As he opened the door and ushered her inside, he added in an undertone, “Lick, maybe, but he won't bite.” Before she could react, he'd shoved her inside and closed the door with a firm `click'. Rin yipped and grabbed for the handle.

 

“You are late.”

 

She froze at the cool voice, swallowed hard, and half-turned, not taking her hand from the door. “Thanks for the offer, but I'm broke right now. I'm sure there are plenty of ladies out there who would be very happy to pay for a private performance…” There was a silken whisper immediately behind her, and her scalp prickled.

 

“Money is not my motivation.” Hot breath on her neck sent goosebumps skating over her skin, and to avoid thinking about that, she dodged sideways and spun, putting her back to the wall and creating some distance between them… and then gulped. `The Lord' was deliciously dishevelled, wearing a loosely belted soft dressing gown that revealed a sinful amount of very enticing skin. Glancing about for an escape route, she noted the white fur tossed carelessly on one of the couches. He took a step towards her and she retreated, sidling along the wall. “Why do you fear me?”

 

“You want a list? Wandering hands, arrogant attitude and a contract kidnapper. Look, I'm not interested, so if you don't mind…”

 

“I am interested, and I do mind.” Rin squeaked and flushed while he took another step, and she scooted away, clutching her briefcase so tightly her fingers ached. They completed a partial circuit in this hesitant manner, until they were on the other side of the room directly opposite the door. “Sit down, Rin.”

 

Oh, no, not this again! “Uh, no thanks. I think I'll be going now…oh!” In taking a step back, preparatory to turning and bolting for the door, her calves contacted the couch and she sat down in a graceless heap… and he was on his knees in front of her, yellow eyes burning, caging her between his arms. Rin leaned back into the deep cushions as far as she could, clinging to her briefcase for dear life. “Wh-what do you w-want with me?” she whispered, when he made no further moves for a few moments other than to study her intently.

 

He did not respond, merely leaned in even as she shrank down until she could go no farther, until his cheek brushed past hers and he nuzzled her ear. He remained motionless other than his breathing, and then slowly pulled back to regard her with a heavy-lidded gaze. “You do not remember?”

 

“W-we've m-met before?”

 

“A very long time ago.” His hands wove into her hair, removing the clip and stroking through the dark strands as they fell over her shoulders. He admired the results of his handiwork, twining a lock around a long finger and bringing it up to his lips.

 

She sucked in a breath when his fingertips wandered up the side of her neck. “You must have me confused with someone else…”

 

“There is no doubt.” Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue demanding entrance as his weight pressed against her tightly-clenched knees. She briefly considered kicking him in the privates… until his touch gentled, became tender, less aggressive and more caressing. Thoughts ran wildly through her head, but there were considerably less of the `eeeeekkkkk!' and quite a few more of the `oh-this-feels-so-good' type. Okay, I was sort of kidnapped, and I was kind of pissed off and a bit scared, but this… this is amazing… Without really being aware of her surrender, she parted her lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss, as well as letting him pry her briefcase out of her hands and toss it aside.

 

She shyly ran her tongue along his teeth until she encountered something longer and sharper than she expected. Hesitantly, she explored the tip of his canine, and despite her limited French kissing experience, realized that there was something quite different about it. She began to pull away, but a deep growl startled her into holding still and he gathered her against his chest, shifting her higher on the couch, parting her knees and pushing her skirt up her thighs to bring their bodies into closer contact.

 

“Oh… what are you doing?” she breathlessly demanded, and stilled when she saw his expression. His eyes were misty and his pale cheeks lightly flushed, his hair sliding over his shoulders to curl on the lapels of her jacket. Cool fingertips touched her cheek, traced her lips.

 

“I desire you.” The yearning tone spoke to her heart, but then she remembered the sharpness of his teeth, and the two-storey leap made by his brother.

 

“What are you?” she asked softly, highly aware of his fingers toying with the top button of her jacket.

 

“One who has waited a long time,” he breathed as her jacket fell open, and his hand slipped inside to lightly cup her breast, moulding the soft flesh through the layers of fabric and lace. When his lips began tracking a path down towards her collarbone, she bit her lip and closed her eyes, arching her neck to give him better access. There was no mistaking the groan that escaped him, and abruptly her arms were pinned to her sides by her sleeves as he tore open her blouse and shoved both it and her jacket off her shoulders.

 

The sudden violence shocked her, and he paused at the fear in her expression. “Forgive me… it has been too long…” He gentled his touch, pressing tender kisses to her bare shoulders, staying away from more responsive places until she relaxed again, sighing softly. He returned to her mouth for a moment, then slowly peeled the straps of her bra down her arms and followed them with his lips. His fingers first released the catch of her lingerie, and while his lips and teeth distracted her, they began working on the fastening of her skirt; when Rin arched her back, he lifted her hips and slid the garment down her legs.

 

She froze, trembling, when she realized only a thin layer of lacy material separated them, but he pressed fevered kisses all over her torso while his hands wandered. Rin squirmed a bit and blushed with pleasure when he spoke. “Exquisite…” he murmured before freeing her arms, the discarded clothing piling up on the floor. He seemed to particularly like her thigh-high stockings, rumbling deeply as he dropped his silver head to nibble along the lace-trimmed edges. When she moaned and spread her thighs a little wider, he nuzzled the delicate fabric covering her short curls, then removed the scrap of material and lightly ran his tongue over the slick flesh. The girl gasped and bucked a little at his touch, and he repeated the caress until she was flushed and panting.

 

Rin quivered under his hands as he slowly kissed his way back up her body until he cupped her face. They regarded each other for a long moment, and then her smaller hands slid up his arms, over his shoulders and twined into his hair as she pulled him down for a deep, slow kiss. He gathered her very close, tense from want, and she responded by curling into him, whimpering with desire as he arranged their bodies on the couch.

 

She fumbled with the sash at his waist, and then there was only warm skin and aching need. Rin hardly had time to consider what was about to happen when it did, and she cried out at the sensation of his entry. He stilled, kissed her, whispered endearments until she sighed and relaxed in his arms, then tensed again as he sank deeper into her molten depths.

 

Rin watched his face as he moved within her; her eyes widened as a veil seemed to dissipate, revealing twinned red stripes on each smooth cheek and a blue crescent on his brow. Ancient memories hidden deep within rose to the surface of her consciousness. First my protector… then my lover… he is… “S-sesshomaru?” she whispered, and his eyes snapped open as she repeated his true name. She traced the stripes with a gentle fingertip, touched the heavy pigment outlining his eyes; when she tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and discovered the pointed tip, he shivered.

 

“Beloved?” he asked softly, interrupting her tender explorations. Rin smiled gently and leaned up to kiss his chin, then cupped his face, stroking her thumbs over his stripes. He sighed deeply, his eyelashes fluttering down, and he trembled before dipping his head to breathe in her ear, “I have waited so long…” He tensed, then surged powerfully as the waves of his release caught him by surprise, washing over him and threatening to sweep him away. Rin gasped and cried out again, her slim arms anchoring his body and soul to her heart.

 

When he could move without shaking, he wrapped himself and the fur around her, cradling her slender form, pressing kisses to her brow, burying his nose in her hair. Rin nestled into his chest, winding strands of silver around her fingertip, tracing the stripes wrapping over his hip. For a long time they were silent, speaking only through the gentlest of touches, until the young woman sighed and stretched languorously. “Where do we go from here?”

 

“My apartment is not far.”

 

She giggled and tapped his chin. “I meant, what happens next… for us?”

 

“You must be by my side.”

 

“Actually, I have to go work in the morning… oh, my gosh! What time is it?” She tried to squirm free; he gently trapped her under him.

 

“It is not yet midnight… where is your employer located?” His hair caught on something, and he had to interrupt his sensual investigation of the tender skin of her throat to pull it free.

 

“In Shinjuku…” she trailed off when she noticed the slow smile creeping across his face, then twisted her head to follow the direction of his gaze over the side of the couch. His long nails were tapping against the company logo adorning the corner of her briefcase, but her eyes were drawn to the stripes winding around his wrist.

 

“Crescent Moon Management… how long have you been employed there?”

 

“Yesterday was my first day, and I have an important meeting tomorrow morning.”

 

“Crescent Moon is our manager and booking agent; I have a meeting scheduled at the office in the morning. I will escort you.”

 

Her mouth went dry, and her eyes very wide. “Oh, no… I'm in so much trouble…”

 

“Why?”

 

She bit her trembling lip. “Yesterday during my orientation, it was drilled into me that staff members are not permitted to have relationships of any kind with the `talent', and that an immediate resignation is expected.”

 

He chuckled, a deep, contented sound, and kissed her until she was dizzy. “Do not concern yourself. I am in urgent need of a personal assistant.”

 

Rin slowly began to smile, her eyes twinkling. “How do I apply for the job?”

 

“Your qualifications are outstanding; the position requires extensive travel and frequent interactions of a highly intimate nature… ”

 

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