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Here's another chapter that furthers Sakura's relationship with the elder Li. The last part though will probably have something none of you are expecting.

Disclaimer: I do now own any of the CCS characters...

Sugar Daddy

Chapter 2: The Date and Sleazy Prospects

Her life was great. Everything was going smoothly and predictably. She really couldn't ask anything more of her life. She had great friends, she was in touch with her family often, and she had full control of her life. That had always been a point to question since her mother had reconciled with her grandfather and he had written her back to her inheritance.

Sakura's mother hadn't touched the money though. She had always said there was no need to do so since they were comfortable with their lives. She worked as her husband's assistant and with the two kids out of the house; their marriage couldn't be closer or stronger.

From the few times she had spoken with her great grandfather, Sakura had found herself in a similar situation that her mother had gone through when she had been in her early teens and had decided to defy their patriarch by marrying her teacher. Her grandfather was always trying to influence her life, trying to introduce her to the right circles and influences so that she could get involved in the part of life of high class women born into families of influence, affluence and money.

Sakura was still very shy in many different situations. It had taken her several weeks while working at her current job for her to be comfortable enough to think herself at home and familiar with the staff and the costumers. It was that degree of familiarity and comfort that made her a great conversationalist. She really didn't need nor want anything beyond those precious minutes with her customers, which was a blessing compared to having to be a hostess and companion like her great grandfather and grandfather had wanted for her.

"How are you doing girl?" it was a familiar voice that always made her smile. For the last few weeks, coming close to two months, she had been giving Mr. Li a manicure, man-style, as he referred to it. It really hadn't taken much to convince him to do so and after that, they had been able to talk lightly of every topic they could think of.

She really couldn't put her finger on it, but he was just comfortable to speak to. It was different from how she felt when talking to her father. Really, he just felt like that great uncle you could tell things beyond what you could say to your father.

"Sakura," he snapped his fingers beside her ear, snapping her out of her thoughts. "You can't seem to concentrate today."

"Sorry," she apologetically reached for his hand, examining them carefully. "You know, you've really benefited from the creams and a little care."

"Those hand massages you give me also relax my hands and tendons," he flexed his fingers. "It almost feels like my shoulders are relaxed as well."

"You know, you've never told me what you actually do that has your hands so rough in certain places," she was smiling, her curiosity getting the better of her. She had been wondering for some time and while she had been asking for some time, he had kept her in the dark.

"I think that after I tell you, I'll loose my entire mystique where you're concerned," he was carefully tight lipped. "We wouldn't want that, would we? I'd just become another customer then."

"I think I've just realized why it's so easy to talk to you," with that statement, Sakura kept silent, humming a lively tune beneath her breath while carefully watching him from her hooded eyelids.

"Well?" he sounded exasperated.

"Well what?" she countered with her own question.

"Don't just leave that hanging and continue your statement. Didn't they teach you anything in school in how to speak in a conversation?" their relationship was one that still made no sense. Somehow, he treated her like he would anyone related to him.

"Really, you just make me feel like an errant daughter when you speak to me like that." She could tell from his silence that he had been taken by surprise by her statement.

"Really?" he leaned forward. "Maybe it's because I already have four of them that I seem to acquire the same speaking style with other young ladies when I'm around them."

"You've told me a bit about them," Sakura started her hand massage, taking her time with each finger individually. She really was starting to think to offer a more extended lather for the forearms to the shoulders. She would try to run the idea through Fei and see what he would think of it.

"All you really need to know is that they were a handful and tried their best to wrap me around their little fingers whenever they could so they could get their way each and every time," he sounded like a proud parent though.

"That's our job sir," she tilted her head, her eyes widening as she gave him a sugary smile that was sure to give him cavities. That still worked very well for her on her own father. She really had not much cause to use it, but it had been a handy tool whenever she had gotten on some scrape.

Her curiosity really had been a handicap where her behavior had been concerned.

"You really do have that look down pat," he laughed, having her join him.

"You never really forget it," she started putting away her tools. It was around time for her lunch break and she really had no appointments for the coming hours so she could take a long one.

"Alright then, come on," he grabbed her arm, moving her to the door as he told Fei straight on that he would be taking Sakura out to lunch. The other man knew better than to argue with one of his most frequent and best costumers.

"Just be sure to bring her back, you can't steal her away," he added the last as Sakura looked back with a confused expression on her face. Her coworkers had her purse in their hands and kept moving her to the door.

"I didn't know we had plans together," since she had been shuffled out of the establishment, she might as well keep going with the orders. She knew better than to try to talk the man out of it. She had conversed with him enough times to see when he was serious and wouldn't be budged on a decision.

"It's good to be spontaneous once in a while," he gave his chauffeur the name of a place and crossed his arms as they got underway. "I've also noticed that you seem to pick a lot at the food that you bring to eat for your breaks. Whenever I see you around food, it seems like you're just skimming over it."

"Are you really just a mother hen Mr. Li?" she had to tease him, laughing as he growled in reply, glaring at her. A glaring businessman that was successful in his field was not a person to trifle with. She closed her mouth, sitting straight and demurely placed her hands on her lap.

She really couldn't help but have fun with this man.

"Call me Yousuke little girl," if he had patted her head then she would have taken true offense to the way he was enunciating the words. "I'm taking you out for some food after all."

"Is this going to count as a date?"

"That depends on you. Although if we do want to get technical, when a man took out a woman out to eat in my day and age, it was considered a date," it really hadn't been far as she felt the car slowing down. The door was opened and he helped her get out of the car. "This is a place where I come regularly for business dealings as well as a quick bite when I feel in a rush."

"They way you said that first part makes you sound like a man in his dotage," they were motioned by the maitre^d to a table and were soon met by a server which handed them the menus and asked them for their choice of drinks.

"I somehow feel under dressed here," Sakura shifted on her chair, her eyes scanning the other patrons. There were a couple of tables that openly stared at their table for a bit, Yousuke of course oblivious as he scanned the menu for anything that would strike his fancy for the day. Sakura didn't really know if they were doing it for the sole reason that she was there and wearing a pair of jeans with a pullover shirt of simple design, or the fact that she was accompanying the Li mogul.

Sakura chose not to try to get into semantics where that was concerned. They would tire of it soon and go back to their own food.

She gave a very audible gasp and chortle as she started going through the menu. That got her companion's attention, who promptly asked her what was wrong.

"Do you realize how expensive things are here?" it was a good thing she could control her voice or it would have been shouted clear through the restaurant. She was rapidly scanning the choices in the menus. "A hamburger costs 100 dollars." She was astonished, her stomach flipping in various directions for other reasons that didn't have anything to do with the fact that she was hungry.

Yousuke took her menu for a second, motioning for the server to change it. "He gave you the wrong menu. Yours isn't supposed to have any prices on them."

"I think the damage has been done," she smiled tentatively as she was given a new menu that only listed the items with no price in sight. "I don't think I can bring myself to eat anything here."

"Come on Sakura, I told you it was my treat and this is one of my favorite places to eat," he was cajoling her with the guilt trip, and succeeding. He knew just which buttons to press for her to feel bad about declining his offer.

"I'm going to feel wasteful," she warned him. "But seriously," she leaned forward, pointing to the line. "What would make a burger so special that it has to cost 100 dollars?"

"Why don't we ask the server?" he countered, smiling as he was sure this was going to be an interesting experience. Sakura declined to do the honors, so he did it for her. There was nothing that Mr. Li would be loath to approach as he straightforwardly asked their server the question.

Sakura felt like staring in awe as the man didn't react at all. He went into a description of ingredients and preparation and special care taken and used just for preparing a burger that made it the best cooked in the world, that had Sakura snorting in several places, albeit discreetly. She really didn't want to embarrass herself as well as her companion in such a place.

When Yousuke ordered for them, she just nodded to the choice of the burger. It really amazed her how some people weren't preoccupied by the subject of money. She really could have been one of those if she had taken her mother's family offer but in a way was glad that she didn't frequent these places.

She had to give them props though. It really was one of the best burgers she had ever tasted. "I think that one of these days I'm going to take you to one of my favorite places to eat. Although I'll be sure to drive you there on my economic and decade old car so that your own won't get scratched or robbed."

"Am I going to be required to dress down for the occasion?" he couldn't help but ask as he dipped a pair of fries into a bowl of ketchup. She snorted as she looked at his suit. She was not a great connoisseur of clothing, albeit that which she heard from friends, but she was sure that it would cost her whole year's rent to have it done.

"I would think a dressing down would be most appropriate," she took a sip of her water, her hunger placated by her lunch. "You do own a pair of jeans, right?"

"Of course I do," he flicked back a strand of hair that had fallen onto his forehead, giving him a boyish look that took away years from the lines on his forehead and face. "My daughters do deign to shop for me on the latest looks and clothing at the best shops."

"They're probably one of those trendy shops that sell those jeans that are worth more than a hundred each," her comment was only met by a shrug.

"I only accept the gifts," he ordered a couple of sweets for dessert, although Sakura had asked him none for herself only to shut her mouth when he merely stared at her. "Which is something you seem loath to do."

"I'm sorry," she had to apologize. "I just really am not used to places like these."

"Better do so, since I'm sure I'm going to keep doing this," it was said as a warning, him smiling as Sakura promised to try to keep herself in check. "I feel like spoiling you."

Sakura really had a question she wanted to ask, but she really didn't know how to do it. It had been nagging at her for awhile, and she really needed to clear things up if he continued to act like this.

"Yousuke, I have to ask you something," she was very serious. He placed down his spoon, his hands before him, fingers intertwined. She had his undivided attention.

"I don't know if I'm somewhat out of the mark here, probably on the moon, but I need to know if you're going to put the moves on me."

If he had been drinking anything, he would have spit it out quite forcefully.

"Heck no girl!" he was quite adamant about it. Sakura let out a breath of relief at that. "Do you want me to?" his question had placed a very funny expression on his face.

"Not to offend, but Mr. Li, you really aren't my type," she patted his hands, smiling quite attractively at him. Now that she had cleared that up and she didn't have to have any nagging doubts as they got together, she could really relax in his presence.

"If I may ask, just because I can, what is so wrong about me?" he looked down at himself, his very expensive solid gold watch glinting as he sat straight in his chair. "Except of course my age. We mustn't forget that one."

"Well, putting that one aside Mr. Li, Yousuke," she was going to have some fun with him. "You really just have too much money for me."

He scoffed at the idea, waving it aside. "A man can never have too much money."

"Well, if you won't take that one, I should probably say that it is because you give me the same vibe as my father does." She was blushing a bit. "You're just so easy for me to talk to that I forget that you're really a stranger."

"I think I qualify as an acquaintance," he expressed somewhat gruffly, put out by her description of their relationship. "Do you want me to tell you why I like you little girl?"

Sakura nodded, finishing her dessert and taking a sip of water. "You just make me want to take care of you like I do with my daughters. It's an impulse I really can let reign since it really doesn't cost me at all."

"Except for the hundred dollar burger," she reminded him, giggling as he laughed right along with her.

It wasn't long before he got her talking about her family. She had various stories about her relationship with her older brother Touya, who had gone into business and was hoping to get a high job placement at a particular company. She refrained from telling him anything about her connection with the Amamiya's, and really just telling him about her life growing up kept him amused.

"My daughters are always happy like you," he pointed out as he signaled for the check. Sakura had noticed him turning his head slightly to the right, as if looking at something behind her. After narrowing his eyes for a second, he shook his head dismissing it.

"Did you see someone you know?" she asked him, turning around for a second, although in hindsight she wouldn't have known them.

"I thought I did," he scribbled a signature on their check and stood. "But it wouldn't have made any sense. He's supposed to be out of the country in business and for a second there I thought that as I had caught sight of him, he ducked away."

"He ducked behind that tall plant?" she inquired, her curiosity pricked.

"I must have just seen shadows really since he would never do anything like that, no matter the situation," he motioned for her to stay still, came to her chair and helped her stand. He offered her his arm and led her outside.

She had to smile at the gesture. "I should warn you Mr. Li that I'm very susceptible to men who act like gentlemen."

"That's nice to know," he inquired after his car, which was promptly brought out, his chauffeur smiling as he awaited their destination. Sakura needed to be back to her job to at least get her car so she could drive home. It had already been a couple of hours and her work day had ended since she had been kidnapped and taken out to lunch.

"I'll be making a call for a bit," he excused himself as he opened his cell and dialed a number. "Syaoran," there was a slight pause there. "Are you still in Bristol?" he made humph noises as he listened to the receiver. "No reason. I was just wondering if the negotiations were still going as scheduled."

The car had stopped as he tucked his phone away. "This was a delightful experience," he said to her as he leaned forward and placed a fatherly kiss on her forehead. "I'll make sure it happens again."

"Just don't try to spoil me," she warned him as she got out of the car, waving as they drove away. It really had been a nice time. And with the whole question of seduction out of the way, she didn't need to wonder how things would continue. He just genuinely liked her, just as she did in return.

She entered the salon, the other women swarming her with questions that would make anyone blush.

"Did you get yourself a sugar daddy Sakura?" one finally asked, laughing quite loudly as the others clamored for her to answer.

"No girls. There's no need to think of dirty thoughts here," she made sure that her station had everything in place and locked as she left for her apartment.

It was a good drive. She went to her space, locked the car and walked to the staircase of the building. She stopped momentarily as she saw a familiar figure lounging on the stairway. She didn't give into the urge to groan. She was going to try to keep the atmosphere civilized.

Yinto was the owner of the building, by association and the fact that his mother owned it and he managed it by living in it. He chose to live in it since he was supposedly in school, although she had never seen him crack a book, and this was a convenient place to stay away from the watchful gaze of his controlling mother. He had taken it into himself to make a nuisance of himself where she was concerned.

He took whatever excuse he needed to place his hands in any part of her body and always invaded her personal space. She had finally taken him out on an offer of a meal once with the thought that he might leave her alone, only to find that it had just encouraged him to act more familiarized with her no matter her excuses for him to do otherwise.

"Hey beautiful," it really didn't feel like a compliment when he said it. "How was your day?"

"It was normal so it was great," she tried to slip through, but he really took the whole space of the staircase. Well, she could be nice for a couple of minutes and manage a conversation. It appeared like he wanted to make small talk with her and she didn't really have a good reason to refuse that.

"A lot of clients honey?" his use of endearments where she was concerned always managed to alarm her. Sakura had studied many subjects in school, and the way he looked at her, she got the urge to shiver as her body was straining itself into choosing the flight or fight response.

"Just enough," she once again tried to get past him, only to have him turn on the stairs and place his foot against the rail. "I'm really tired Yinto."

"I know," he watched her, with an arrogant smirk as he reached for a trickle of hair and placed it behind her ear, his fingers lingering there. Sakura couldn't stop her body from moving as a dark sensation came through her.

It seemed to be the thing he had been waiting for, as he pressed her against the wall and caged her there. "You are a very elusive girl. Very hard to get close to and alone," his face was coming closer, in which Sakura started struggling against his arms only to have them slide to her shoulders to keep her pinned.

"I'm not playing hard to get. Now let go of me," she tried her best control voice, only to have him chuckle, as if her words were firing him up.

"You don't have to lie sweetheart," he kissed her neck, his frame locking her in as one of his hands snaked to her waist. "One little kiss between us and you'll see what I'm talking about."

She really couldn't do anything about his hands, but this had to stop. The only way to do it would be to have him groaning in pain. Maybe then he would get the signals she'd been patiently giving him for the last few months since he had set his eyes on her.

He kissed her, his slimy tongue tracing the outline of her lips before plunging it between her teeth as his hand came to her breast and squeezed. She bit him hard the first chance she got. He yelped away, curses coming in jumbled mumbles as Sakura spit out the bad taste in her mouth. She was going to have to scrub her mouth when she got into her apartment.

"Don't you ever kiss me again you Neanderthal," she warned him, straightening her clothing. "You may think yourself as a gift to women and all but you're a disgusting moron that doesn't process facts when the woman tells you no."

He lunged for her, her shoulder hitting the wall with a painful sound, making her gasp as his furious eyes connected with hers. She placed her hands against his chest, pushing back. If he wanted a fight, she would answer with one. She was not going to let herself be manhandled.

"You bitch!" there was a slight lisp, having her turn her head as if cranking her ears to hear him.

"What was that? I can't understand what you're saying?" she was nettling him, but she was also angry, her blood boiling as the adrenaline started cruising hard through her limbs.

"I pegged you for a sweet girl that just couldn't make a move but you're a man hater," his pronouncement only had her breaking out into a laugh that bordered on the hysterical.

"I'm just not interested in you," she made it a point to poke him very hard on his chest. He stumbled back, releasing her as she stepped on his shoe. "I'd rather have sex with a man in his dotage than have you place your hands again on my body."

He snorted, still very much a threat as he was a head taller, forty pounds heavier, and for all she had against him, he had a muscular body and exercised like a maniac. He wanted everyone to see that he had a great body.

"I think that's the only way you're going to get laid bitch."

"Stop it with the insults. Now let me get to my apartment so that I won't have to see your nasty face again!"

"Go for it sweetheart," there was a malicious note there that had her stopping and turning to him as he smirked simply back.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You really shouldn't have messed with me. I rule this building and with me on your bad side, we'll see just how long you'll want to stay in your comfortable apartment." With that last bit, he slipped away into one of the hallways.

"Unbelievable," she walked to her apartment, finding the keys and closing the door with a loud bang.

She didn't really take him at his word, but it had certainly not been an empty threat. He had the type of personality that would have it carried through just to spite her.