Authors note: What do you think of the first chapter? I love showing Sango's insecure side!!! I think I am going to include the reviews I get at the end of each chapter. I hope you like this story.

Disclaimer: No matter how hard I try, or how mach I want to, I do not, will not, and cannot own, control or produce InuYasha. I am not claiming to be Rumiko Takehashi, but these stories are mine and if anyone rips them off I will be upset. And you don't want to see the hulk when she's angry! I put a lot of thought into my stories, so don't hate me please! - I'll update as often as possible, but I will be going on summer break soon so please don't expect much!

Chapter 2: Getting to Know the Boss

Miroku frowned. Not only was he late for a very important appointment, but he had just virtually brushed off the most gorgeous woman he had ever met, and he was used to beautiful women, believe you me. He sighed contentedly. He could tell that Sango would be a great secretary. She had those fingers. The ones that you could tell were fast. She also had the voice. A happy, bubbly sound that filled your ears pleasantly every time she spoke. To top it all off, she had an amazing body. One that he knew would smell good, look good and probably feel good too. No flaw was present. Her body was all nice curves, large breasts, tiny waist, and a pair of obviously nice legs that any shirt or short dress would compliment very nicely. Yep, she was gorgeous and, considering the luck he had with secretaries, she'd be all over him within a week.

Miroku sighed once more. Thank God for small favors. He pulled his black Harley Davidson to a stop outside of a little restaurant which was crowded with tourists. The tourists stared as he got off of his bike and took off his helmet. Many females stared and he winked playfully, letting them debate on who the wink was for. He always had that effect on girls. Even the tourist females who came to work on their tans admired his good looks. Everyone love Florida, but there was only one person he was looking for, and he found her.

The restaurant was decorated in an early Greek motif. With its olive vines and it's statues of the Greek Gods and Deities, it looked like something out of a moderately low budget movie. At a table at the very back of the room sat Tiffany Burbane. The trim little redheaded actress was the hottest celebrity of the time. It was well known that she had just co- starred in a movie with Donovan Richardson, and even Kagome, who had seen the previews, said that it looked great. Supposedly, it was full of spies and intrigue. At the moment Tiffany was dressed in a grey pants suit and Miroku thought she looked like any other tourist.

He walked up and sat down in a rickety chair across the table from the star. When she noticed his presence she glanced up. When she realized who it was she groaned.

"What's wrong Tiffy?" Miroku inquired with a wink, "you knew you were going to be interviewed." The girl looked at him, annoyed. Then she continued to poke her Greek salad with her silver fork.

"Yeah, I did," she admitted darkly, "But I told them not to send you." Miroku feigned a hurt look and put a hand to his heart.

"My dear lady," he started slowly, "I am surprised that you would do such a thing. Why in the world did you tell them that!?" Tiffany's eyes rolled skyward and she sipped her ice water.

"Because you're an annoying little player, and a flirt. Oh, and I hate your guts." Miroku's eyes flashed dangerously.

"I'm glad we feel the same." For all of her beauty and charm on camera, deep down Tiffany was still a bitch. She could wilt lettuce with one look from her bright green eyes. She glared daggers at him, but he kept his ground. He gave her a cool, level stared and tapped slowly on the carved wooden table with his middle and index fingers. "So darling, I suggest you talk."

"I have nothing to say to you. At all." He debated whether he should be an asshole or not. Yes.

"Oh look, you just said something." He ducked as the fork Tiffany had been holding went flying through the air and imbedded itself in the chair where his head had been. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! No more bitch pills for you Ms. Crabbyass." That earned him another glare and another flying object, this time a knife. "Okay, I know when I'm not wanted." He got up. "But this isn't over." Tiffany stared at him coldly.

"It is until you send someone else." He rolled his eyes and stood up slowly.

"I hope you have an amazingly horrible day." He left the little restaurant and stepped into a bustling group of teenagers. A few buxom brunettes glanced at him and he wave, in turn making their face go pink. They giggled and their male companions pouted. Miroku gave a 'sorry' gesture and got onto his Harley. He pulled on his helmet and kicked off. When he got back to the office he was going to make the lovely Ms. Taijiya fall for him. That thought compensated for the dreadful meeting he had just endured. He pulled up beside the Goshinboku headquarters and parked. As he stepped into the office he ran right into a quarreling couple.

"Oi, I'm not going to apologize," InuYasha yelled at Kagome, "I walked in and she gawked at me! It wasn't the other way around! Plus," the anger in his voice built, "she had the nerve to ask who was human, my mom, or my dad, in that nasty tone that she has!" His voice was practically a scream now and everyone in the office was staring. Kagome's face was red with embarrassment.

"InuYasha, she didn't mean it that way." She tried to pacify the enraged hanyou by putting her hand on his shoulder. He pulled away and glared down at the girl who was struggling not to cry.

"It was said exactly the way she meant it. Your lovely mother has quite the way with words. Believe me." InuYasha's golden-amber eyes were sparkling angrily in the light that came through the open door. "Mutt," he growled, "half-blood, half demon monster." He was still shouting but half the anger seemed gone. Instead it was replaced by pain. "Sound about right?" Kagome's strength cracked and her pretty eyes filled with tears.

"My mother," she said through her tears and sadness, "may have said some things, but she never used those prejudiced words. I wouldn't let her! So stop… just s-stop taking it out on me!" Her hand rose quickly and she smacked him across the cheek, leaving a red hand print. InuYasha's eyes widened in surprise and Kagome gasped. In a second she was running into the ladies washroom, sobbing. The surprised InuYasha only hid his hurt behind a glare and touched his red cheek before storming out the door.

Miroku sighed heavily. This was why he preferred having only girls as his employees. He shook his head slowly and walked down the hall and into his office.

"Sango, did I get any messages?" There was no answer. "Sango?" Nope, no response.

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"There, there, don't cry."

Sango had heard InuYasha and Kagome fighting— like anyone could ignore that— and she had followed after Kagome to cheer her up. The bathroom was spotless and pearly white. Sango bet that the cleaning staff was paid well. She opened her purse and dug for the packet of Kleenex that she kept for emergencies just like this. She found it buried beneath her brush, a pack of gum, her keys and her cell phone. She pulled one out and offered it to Kagome. The crying girl took one and blew her nose.

"He's right," she informed her voice slightly hoarse from the crying, "My mom is horrible! She does think he's a monster!" She plopped onto an ivory toilet seat. She whipped her eyes on a piece of toilet paper. "What am I supposed to do!?" she asked. She slowly stopped crying. Sango stared at this woman, who she had thought as so sophisticated and mature, and felt herself begin to smile.

"You love him, don't you?" her voice was quite and gentle. Kagome looked up, surprised and then began to blush. "Ah, I thought so." Kagome nodded.

"It's true, but I don't think he feels the same way." She frowned and Sango patted her comfortingly on the back.

"He does, trust me. No guy would get that upset over anything except if his team lost the football game, or if he is in love" She joked. Kagome's face finally broke out into a grin and she giggled.

"Thanks Sango. I think that I know what to do. I need to tall InuYasha how I feel, and talk to my mother too." She paused. "I just hope she understands." Sango pulled Kagome up.

"She will." Kagome smiled again, and turned to the mirror to fix her makeup.

"Hey Sango" she wondered. Sango glanced towards her from her place beside the door.

"Hmm..?"

"Are you in love with anybody?" Sango almost tripped over her own two feet even though she was standing still. Her mouth fell open in surprise.

"No! No way!" Kagome laughed. "No!"

"Okay, okay, I get it." Kagome looked at her in question. "Why not?" Sango paused.

"Well," she mused, "for starters, most men are idiots. They whine and complain about dirty dishes nut they won't do them themselves. Two, they're perverted, like our boss out there. Three," she sighed, "I've never really been lucky with the male specimen." Kagome gaped at her disbelievingly. Sango blinked. "What is it?" Kagome shook her head.

"Sango, you're gorgeous!" Sango smiled and chucked.

"You say so. Most of them are intimidated guess. I don't know why." Her voice was sad a she look around at the white bathroom. Kagome frowned at her. She leaned against the bathroom wall and looked at the new girl. She had long straight that was a nice shade of chestnut. Her eyes were a mysterious color that seemed impossible. A light brown, flecked with purple in a way that made even Kagome want to stare into them. Kagome smiled widely.

"Y' know what Sango?" Kagome stepped over and hugged her new friend tightly. "I'm glad Miroku finally brought in someone new, with beauty and brains!" Sango smiled and hugged back. Kagome was someone she knew she would learn to love like a sister. They let each other go. "Back to work, then?"

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Miroku was sitting at his desk wondering at the loss of his secretary. He decided that she had gone to comfort Kagome, who she seemed to be friends with. Not like it was a big deal. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Miroku said loud enough for the person outside of the door to hear. He heard the door open and looked up from his papers. "Ah, Sango! What a pleasant surprise!" He noticed Sango's eyebrows rise very slightly for a second, then it was gone. "Come in from the doorway my dear woman." He noticed that the way she moved toward his desk was hesitant and unsure. He would bet a million dollars that he knew the reason.

"Ayumi told me you were looking for me, sir." Her tone was solid and to the point. Miroku sighed in an over exaggerated way and clicked his tongue.

"My dear, as I said before, call me Miroku." His mouth curved into a playful smile. "Of course, you could call me sexy if you wanted to" Sango blushed and she looked down.

"Sir, that is highly inappropriate," she replied wearily. She felt very awkward. Pretending to be interested in the blue carpet was hard. She heard a creak and looked up. Miroku had gotten up and out of his chair and walked over to her. Miroku found himself thinking that Sango was even more beautiful when she blushed.

"Honey" he said. "This is my office, and I decide what is inappropriate and what is not." He had gotten so close that he could smell her shampoo. It smelled like mango, or papaya, or some other exotic fruit. It made her all the more irresistible. He reached out and she stepped back. Her eyes were fixed on some place beyond his left ear. He could see a subtle tension in those amazing eyes.

"Sir, if that is all, then I am going to—." Miroku shook his head.

"That isn't all." He felt more than saw Sango's body go stiff and imagined how she would feel under him. He felt himself begin to get aroused and so sat back behind his desk. "I was wondering if I got any calls while I was out." Sango let out a blast of breath as if she had been holding it in for a while.

"No sir." Then she turned tail and left his purple, blue and gold office as fast as she could without running. He heard an audible clicking sound as the door shut. This was going to be different than with the others.

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Sango closed her eyes as she sank into the driver' seat of her Intrepid at the end of the day. She put on her seatbelt and started to drive. She hadn't expected her new boss to be so straight forward in his intentions. Or good looking for that matter. She had been shocked to see that he wasn't some horney, spoiled old man, on the first day. He was horney, it was obvious. He had looked at her in a blatantly sexual way and she wasn't sure if she disliked it or not. There were certain men that you knew would please you in bed, and Miroku Houshi was one of them. He had these broad muscles and a wide chest that she could just picture in the soft glow of the moonlight.

Sango smiled and continued with her thoughts, though she knew she shouldn't. He had amazing eyes, which were complimented by the décor in his office. They were two shades lighter navy than the trim on his walls. The black suit he wore suited him well enough, but she couldn't help but wonder what he looked like in casual dress. Or nothing at all. She sighed. Now this was getting stupid. She pulled into the parking lot of her apartment and went inside quickly.

Sango knew she was better than just a secretary and that was the point of this job wasn't it!? She sat down at her kitchen table with a notepad, a pencil and a banana, which she peeled. She needed to prove that she was as good of a writer as any Mr. Sexy had ever known. She shook her head. "Get a old of yourself girl!" She scolded herself. "He's a lecherous pig." Her naughty thoughts seemed to listen, because they stopped for the moment. She took a bite of her banana and set to work.

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