A/N: Thanks to everyone who took the time to review. I will keep writing this story since you all like it so much. Some said it was hard to believe Buffy would sleep with her boss without am emotional connection... don't worry it will come. They are both pretty angry closed off people at this point. No smut in this chapter, but the next one for sure.

As always read and review it feeds my muse! Oh and I am still open to suggestions as to anything you all would like to see in this story. I just started writing it and really do not have a clear picture as to where I want to take it as I do with my other stories. Makes it really fun to write though!

Chapter 2

Buffy walked into the restaurant, her eyes immediately falling on the handsome man. He smirked at her as he saw her eyes fall on him. The dress she wore enhanced her subtle curves. She looked upset, but she was trying to hide it. He did not know too much about her husband and their relationship, but he gathered it was not going good. Obviously she was unhappy with, in the least, their sexual relationship or she wouldn't be finding herself under him. He watched as her hands reached up and smoothed out her hair before making her way to the table. Angelus quickly stood and pulled her chair out for her. She smiled radiantly as she sat down.

"Thought you couldn't get away," he pressed.

"Business dinner… I told him I had a business dinner," she explained.

"Well those have been known to last several hours," he said suggestively.

"Yes… he knows not to wait up," she said as she lifted the menu and began to look through it.

"I took the liberty of ordering some hors' d oeuvres he said.

"Wonderful," she said as a bright smile lit her face.

Angelus perused the menu sparing glances at her every so often. He was longing to get out of the restaurant. He wanted her writhing and panting below him. His eyes wandered all over her body. He licked his lips as they passed over the hint of cleavage the dress showed. He stared at her full luscious lips as she bit the bottom one, whilst trying to decide what to eat. Her tiny hands grasping the menu. Everything about her was just perfectly delicious. Buffy looked up and blushed at the stare he was giving her. He looked like he would rather eat her for dinner than anything else. She was relieved when the waiter finally came back with the appetizer and ready to take their order. Buffy quickly ordered a steak then handed him her menu. Angelus' eyebrow had quirked when she had ordered. A woman who eats, he smiled to himself. He put his order in for a steak as well.

He watched in fascination as she took several of the appetizers and put them on her plate. This was the first date he had been on where the woman actually ate more than a salad. He took some himself and they both ate. Buffy was starting to feel uncomfortable. They had nothing to talk about. She was married as was he. In the three months they had been sleeping together they never once had a real conversation. Angelus noticed how uncomfortable she was becoming. Quickly he thought of some conversation starters.

"So Buffy where are you from?," he asked genuinely interested.

"A small town in Iowa… never thought I would leave until Ri… until I got married," she explained as she let her husbands name die off her tongue, she did not want to think about him.

"Your husband… what does he do?," he asked.

"Nothing at the moment," she said tersely. Angelus had obviously hit a sore spot.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you," he said as he reached over and let his fingers dance over her hand.

"I just don't want to talk about him," she said her eyes downcast in near shame.

"Fine by me… so besides being my secretary what else do you do?," he asked.

"Well I was studying psychology, but I've had to put that on hold. Tell me about yourself," she said switching topics easily.

"Me… well lets see I grew up all over. An army brat," he explained.

"Did you like it?," she asked her interest peaked.

"When I was younger I didn't mind, but once I hit my teenage years I was ready to date and hated it. My dad sent me to live with my Uncle here in LA. This is my home," he explained.

Two sizzling plates of steak, potatoes, and steamed vegetables were sat on the table. Buffy licked her lips in anticipation. She hadn't had a good meal in quite sometime. With the little money she had all she could afford was ramen noodles and the bare sandwich fixings. Angelus watched as her eyes lit up. He longed to know more about her life. He loved how she got excited over the tiniest things. Soon both were finished eating and the leftovers were being boxed up.

"Come home with me?," he asked hopefully.

"What about your wife?," she asked.

"In Europe I think… we do not keep the closest tabs on each other," he explained.

"My husband… I shouldn't," she said as once again she worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

"He thinks your at a business dinner, you have a few hours. I'll make it worth your wild," he promised as he winked at her.

"Alright for a couple hours," she said as she stood.

Riley had been fuming ever since his wife had left. Business dinner! She was always at some business function or another. They barely saw each other anymore and when they did she was always yelling at him. He was getting fed up with the way things were going. It wasn't his fault he couldn't find a job. He looked, honestly he did. There just weren't many places hiring in his field. She begged him to take a job any job, but he refused to lower his standards. Him work at the double meat palace! Huh no way. Picking up the discarded bottle of whiskey he took a long swig. He made his way into the living room and began searching for the remote. Giving up he went to turn it on, but then remember he had pawned the TV to buy his booze. He felt like a failure and sat down on the couch placing his head in his hands. Hot tears streaked down his face as he remembered happier times. What had happened to his big plan? Soon he was passed out on the couch.

Buffy had wanted to take her own car, but Angelus insisted she ride with him. He promised he would take her back to her car when she was ready. Buffy laughed at his silliness, but finally caved and slid graciously into the BMW. Angelus didn't want to admit that he wanted her in his car because he feared she'd change her mind. He smiled brightly when he had finally won the brief quarrel. Buffy stared out the window thinking to herself the whole ride. How had she let it get this far. She remembered the first time they had slept together.

3 months prior…

The business dinner had been quite the success. She had played her part perfectly. Angelus made it known when he offered her the promotion to his personal secretary that she would be expected to accompany him on many business trips and dinners. Right now they were in NY where Angelus was hoping to take over several companies. He explained that he needed someone to distract the men of the other companies. Assuring her that their would be no sexual favors involved, when her eyes had become wide as saucers.

"Flirt that is all you have to do," he promised.

"That's all? Why me?," she asked.

"Because you are beautiful and a beautiful woman always distracts men," he explained further.

"So no touching or anything like that?," she asked to be sure.

"Perhaps a light touch here and there. You know how you women flirt," he explained further.

"Alright I'll do it," she caved.

The substantial raise she received more than made up for a giggle and touch on the hand every now and then. Occasionally some went a little farther and let their hand wander up to her thigh. She always excused herself to the bathroom when that happened and was sure to push her chair a little father away when she returned. She had climbed a long way up from the mailroom just a few short months ago. She had helped close several successful deals by the time they closed the NY deal.

Once the dinner had concluded and appointments had been set up for the next day in order to sign the necessary paperwork, Angelus invited Buffy to the bar for a few drinks. She had been hesitant at first, but he had finally talked her into it. After one drink she drank another. She found herself thinking about Riley and drank another. Soon she was way too drunk and leaning all over her boss. He paid the tab and helped her up to her room. When he'd turn to leave she grabbed him by his tie and pulled him to her. Boldly she had delved her tongue into his mouth. Angelus returned the kiss feverishly. Soon they were a naked mass on the bed. He had given her the most mind numbing orgasms that night.

The next morning she awoke naked in bed with an arm and leg cast over her. She turned and her eyes grew wide as saucers as she realized it was her boss. He heard her gasp and slowly his eyes blinked open. She quickly extricated herself from his grasp and fled the bed. "Come back," he groaned as he watched her retreat into the bathroom. After several minutes when she did not come out he followed her in. She was standing staring into the mirror tears streaming down her face.

"What's wrong?," he asked as he tentatively touched her now clothed shoulder.

"I… we… I'm married," she said as if that explained her tears.

"So am I and you don't see me crying," he said.

"I cheated… I betrayed him," she cried harder.

"He never has to know, it will be our secret," he promised.

"But I'll know and every time I look at him it will eat away at me," she explained.

"Your being dramatic… come on lets shower and get ready for the meeting," he said as he reached for the shower door.

"No! Please leave me alone… I'll meet you at the meeting," she pleaded.

"Fine I'll see you there," he bit out angrily.

Present…

She later learned that she was the only woman who had ever denied him. Perhaps that is why he made it his mission to bed her again. She had promised herself that day that she would never betray her husband again. Obviously she hadn't stuck to that promise. She was having neither her physical or emotional needs met at home. Angelus was more than willing to meet the physical. However, both were shut down emotionally. She learned from office gossip that Angelus had been a one woman man for quite sometime. He had learned his wife had been fucking every Tom, Dick, and Harry she crossed paths with. In return he decided to fuck every female he came across. She found it twisted, but chose not to think about it.

Buffy's eyes became wide as they pulled up to the large house. He pulled up to the gate and punched in several numbers. The gate opened and he drove up the semi circle drive and left the car parked in front of the house. He quickly exited the care and opened Buffy's door for her. He helped her out and was rewarded with a smile. Buffy had never had a man treat her so until she met Angelus. It was the little things like opening doors that made her smile. Angelus lead her up the wide stairs and through the large double doors. The foray was grand with it's vaulted ceilings and marble floor.

"Your house is beautiful," she exclaimed.

"Thank you, it's taken quite sometime to get the way I wanted it," he explained.

"Well you have exquisite taste," she complimented.

"Thank you, lets go upstairs," he said as he took her coat and purse from her and laid it on a nearby chair.

Angelus lead her up the grand stair case to the second floor. Buffy ran her fingers along the banister as she surveyed the large home, more like mansion. She couldn't imagine coming home to such an exquisite home everyday. Buffy stared at the many pieces of art as they walked down the large hallway. She had even noticed a sultry blonde woman step out of one of the rooms.

"Darla what the fuck are you doing here?," Angelus gritted out.

"Now is that anyway to greet your wife," Darla mused.

"I haven't seen you in six months, now get out," he demanded.

"Who's the tramp?," she bit out as she walked closer.

"I… I should go," Buffy said as she turned to leave. "I drove remember and your not going anywhere," he said as he grabbed her hand.

"Another one of your whores," Darla conjectured.

"Actually you're my only whore darling," he mused.

Darla reared her hand back ready to slap him. He quickly let go of Buffy's hand and stopped her mid air. He flung her hand away and grabbed Buffy and guided her into his room. "I'll be right back," he promised as she shut the door. He turned and walked back to Darla ready to kill her.

"What the fuck do you want?," he asked.

"I figured my husband was lonely, but I guess I was wrong," she pouted.

"Come off it Darla, you didn't seem to concerned about me when I walked in on you, the pool boy, and the gardener," he nearly screamed in her face.

"Your still upset about that? That was nearly a year ago," she exclaimed.

"Fuck you and get the fuck out of my house," he said angrily.

"We're married dear it's my house too," she laughed.

"I've had it with you Darla leave me be or I'll have your accounts frozen," he said.

"I'll get them unfrozen," she argued back.

"It will take months," he promised.

"Fine go fuck your blonde bimbo," she teased.

"She's not a bimbo and why don't you go fuck half of LA… Oh wait you already did," he laughed as he turned and walked away.

Buffy quickly scrambled away from the door and sat on the bed. Angelus walked in slamming the door behind him. He paced back and forth several times. Buffy could feel the anger radiating off of him and was afraid to say something lest that anger be directed towards her. She watched as he walked over to a bar in the corner. He took out two glasses and poured some bourbon in each. He grabbed them both up and walked over to the blonde seated on his bed. He handed her one and downed his quickly. Buffy nursed hers slowly, not really wanting to drink, but not wanting to offend him either.

"Maybe I should just go home," she said.

"No nonsense, I'm sorry she wasn't suppose to be here," he explained.

"Why are you still married to her?," she asked curiously.

"There is no way that bitch is getting half of everything," he said angrily.

"No prenup?," she asked surprised.

"Thought we were in love that we'd be together forever," he mused.

"I'm sorry," she said at a loss for anything to add.

"Not your fault, lets not talk about spouses," he said as pulled her down onto the bed.