Just The Way You Are

Inuyasha Takahashi is the biggest playboy to hit Tokyo. As head president of Takahashi Enterprises, he can get any girl he wants. But when Kagome Higurashi, the girl who gives his voicemail from an answering machine company attracts his attention or more his ears the more he wants her. Can a poor girl and a rich sex prodigy find love?

Rated: M for future lemons and language.

well on with the story!

21. Kagome was 21. He could fantasize about her all he wanted to now... but that was still sickening. He'd never met her and he was practically drooling over an imagined body. Sick sick sick. Yes he would definitely call Kikyo later. He needed something easy right now.

He got up from his chair, and walked towards his bedroom. He stared at the king sized bed artfully placed in the middle. He could feel it calling his name, with its plush mattress and soft pillows. He thought of when he should call Kikyo. He decided he would tomorrow night.

Inuyasha imagined all the times he and Kikyo had hooked up. He'd loved her. It wasn't till he found out that she used him for her own means, and slept with his then best friend, did he realize she didn't feel the same.

He thought of that girl, Kagome. He could not get her voice out of his head. And with that voice he fell onto his bed and into a much needed rest.

Kagome enjoyed that call, minus being infuriated by his retort about her age. She finally gave a rich person the snubbing that they deserved. Normally she wasn't like that, but with all the rumors about the great Inuyasha she'd heard, one-night stands, take-overs, etc., she figured he should be disrespected. It was the least she could do for the less fortunate.

In her train of thoughts she didn't notice her friend and co-worker Ayame come in with Madame Nagasaki, her boss. Ayame was beautiful, with blow away affect green eyes and fiery red hair that was divided into two high pony tails, with a beautiful unknown flower in one. Madame Nagasaki was beautiful, with the old elegant way in her, her wrinkled face gentle, and dark observing eyes taking every minute detail. It made Kagome feel good that these wonderful people cared for her. After all, no one else did, except her half brother. Her parents were long gone, abandoning her, but taking her baby brother Sota. The only thing that pissed her off was that they left their 15 year-old daughter out in the cold, clothes packed in plastic bags and alone. No note other than Sorry and with no intermediate family that could really care for her other than her cousin Kikyo & her Aunt Kaede.

But her aunt would not take her in because it was enough just handling Kikyo, and it would be hell if you put the two cousins together. Not one of their meetings hadn't come out with a swollen cheek and some pulled out hair. Mostly because Kikyo was the bitchier of the two, and sometimes Kagome couldn't take it.

"Hello Kagome. Any news from the Takahashi front," asked Ayame.

"Yepp. I snubbed him, good and hard."

"You did WHAT? He is our highest paying customer! Kagome it's your fault if we get sued for...for...just being mean to HIM!" Ayame screamed. "Madame Nagasaki, tell her SOMETHING!"

"Kagome, what you did was wrong. What could be punishment enough to resolve this ordeal...Do you have school tomorrow?"

"Yeah, why? Please don't make me go to his house and beg for an apology. You already made me do that one." The Madame eyed her. Oops. Never underestimate Madame Nagasaki's ability to come up with punishments.

"Oh, you'll go to his house all right. And then you'll cook him dinner. Either that or a deducted pay. And I happen to remember you mentioning you needed more money. You do this and you'll get a pay-raise."

Damn.

"Inuyasha, what has you bugged," asked Miroku, noticing that his best friend was very distracted. It was Saturday, Inuyasha and Miroku's day off from the frustrating job, and they were at Inuyasha's humble abode. Now having a reason, Inuyasha plunged into the conversation with the sultry Kagome. He said how she made him feel, down to the very last detail. And I mean very.

"I want her...to meet her I mean. She had this voice that would make YOU forget Sango. Damn Roku, she sounds so...urg. I need to meet her. I'll call her now."

Miroku's eyebrow kind of quivered. He really didn't want Inuyasha to be saying that about her…

"Inuyasha. Don't..." But he already pushed the button and put the phone on speaker.

"Good morning, Mr. Takahashi this is Kagome speaking."

"I was well aware of that, Miss. May I have my messages. Preferably now, instead of rambling like you did yesterday."

"Well, is that not why you have enrolled in this service, Mr. Takahashi? Maybe people get so tired of you that they call us instead of your office. Maybe."

"Kagome, what did I tell you!?"

"My...deepest apologies, sir. I am very...tired. Staying up so late does take it's toll on you. As a way to show my apology I would like it if I could go over to your house. Make you a dinner and...talk."

"Something gives me the feeling that you are lying to me, Kagome. I know very well by your tone that you would rather die than have a 'date' with me. correct?"

"Why, Mr. Takahashi, what ever gave you that idea? Surely you don't think that the voice in the background can control my motives? I would very well like to meet you."

"Well then you come over tonight. Serve me whatever you feel I'll leave my kitchen entirely in your hands. You know my address, right?"

He heard papers shuffling. "Yes."

"Then I shall see you tonight. Good day."

"Stupid ass you forgot to take your messages. But this girl maybe ideal for you. You, 27, her, 21. Perfect. You may meet the mother of your children Inuyasha."

"I'll meet my next bedmate, dipshit. I never think of marriage. She seems innocent though. Nothing like Kikyo, who always speaks like she's turned on. Oh, Kagome will be different, alright. Very."

Miroku cringed on the inside. This did not bode well…

"Well Kagome. You need to get ready for your date. He is very sexy from the pictures I've seen of him," said Ayame.

"Shut up Ayame, you have Koga, remember? I'm just going to go in my jeans and a low cut white tee. Oh, I'll have him twisted around my finger by the end of the night. He'll try to get me in bed, no doubt. But he will not take my purity. I'll still have that by tomorrow. I'll make-out with him, lead him on, but nothing more. See you later."

And with that she was going to her apartment. And then to that playboys house. She was going to have fun tonight.