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-TSA
Chapter 7:
It was exactly noon when she strolled inside Kaiba Corp. The place smelt of bleach, or some form of cleaner. The floors were spotless, which gave the building the look of having never been touched. She checked the bottom of her suede flats to see if she was dragging in any black streaks, but nothing showed on the floors. Tugging at the skirt of her white Ralph Lauren polo dress, she straightened out every wrinkle she found before walking over to the elevator.
Before she could press the "up" button, the doors opened and a young boy who couldn't have been any taller than four feet wandered out, face bent over a handheld game system. She blushed when he looked up at her, beady eyes taking in her slightly startled expression. There was a small color in his cheeks while he gave her a shy smile.
"You here for my brother?" he asked.
She shrugged, "Depends…Is he busy?"
"Not that I know of." He turned his handheld off and jammed it into his pocket, "What's your name?"
"Gweneth O'Malley."
"I'm Mokuba." He shook her hand, "My brother's getting lucky with all these women lately."
Gwen lifted a brow while Mokuba beckoned her to follow him into the elevator. As he pressed the button for the top level, she could already feel her stomach dropping, "Does your brother have many lady friends?"
"There's a woman named Samantha who's been here a couple times. His secretary is infatuated with him. I think there was one more chick, but I don't remember." Mokuba began to laugh, "And now there's you!"
She didn't want to admit that she felt a tad jealous. What was Samantha doing over here anyway? And his secretary? She chose to remain quiet while bouncing from her heels to her toes until the elevator reached the top floor. Stepping out, she surveyed the long hallway, figuring Mokuba would leave her here to find Seto's office, but he marched right past her and led her along the way.
"I have to say, though, I think you're the prettiest girl I've seen in here." Mokuba flashed a toothy smile, "Samantha's a real close second, but I like curvy girls."
Gwen was trying not to laugh, "Oh, really? You might just be my kind of man."
"I would hope so." Mokuba winked at her before stopping in front of a double door room, "I doubt my brother would mind if I get your number."
She set her hands on her hips, "I'm not that easy, Kiddo."
With a wave goodbye, she opened the doors to Seto's office, peering in at the slightest crack. She saw him seated at his desk while typing furiously on his laptop. The sound of the keys clicking was methodical and she was wondering how he hadn't fallen asleep. Slipping inside, she set her purse on the ground before stepping closer to his desk. Before she could speak, he closed his computer to stare up at her.
"You're late," he said.
Her brow furrowed, "I don't recall you telling me when to get here."
"You should always assume seven o'clock in the morning. Rule of thumb…"
"I'm sorry, but I decided to sleep in."
He rose from his seat, pacing around the room, "Lesson one- Nothing is on your time unless you are the one making the rules, which you aren't."
She pursed her lips, biting back a retort. She followed him as he grabbed a book from the shelf on the far side of the room. Her eyes grew to the size of her face as he handed it to her. It had to have weighed ten pounds! Both hands heaving it into her arms, she trailed after him while he gestured for her to take a seat. Crashing onto the couch, she opened to the first page of the giant textbook.
"What exactly is this?" she muttered.
Seto was more than pleased to see the look of confusion and disgust on her face, "That would be a textbook about financing and its uses in the corporate world at all levels."
"You expect me to read all this?"
"No." He leaned over the couch, face inches from hers. He smirked at the blush that colored her cheeks, "I expect you to comprehend and apply all this."
She felt like throwing her head against the wall, "In one day?"
"I told you to always assume seven o'clock. It's not my fault that you didn't know that rule of thumb."
She scowled while he left the room, musing on his victory. Book in her lap, she flipped to the first chapter and began to read over it. This wasn't exactly going to be easy, but she figured it was going to get increasingly more difficult. She didn't even know what he was planning after she finished the book. Of course, with her start time, she probably would be there for awhile. Hope he didn't mind her sitting in his office for the rest of the day.
. . . .
He was thoroughly enjoying the power he had at the moment. That girl was going to do anything he said under the impression that she could avoid being driven out. Of course, he didn't imagine that she understood anything about what she was reading. With her financing business in his hands, he could make deals between companies a lot easier. But there was too much work that he was putting into it. Meandering back to his office, he flipped through his phone to see what the rest of his schedule was for the night. Fortunate for him, he could cancel anything if he felt like it.
Scrolling down, he was surprised to find that he had nothing to do for the rest of the night. It was about time that he returned to see where Gwen was with her reading. He was laughing while thinking of all the things she'd shout at him for putting her through this. For whatever reason (and trust that it was beyond him) he liked to see her get angry and defensive. It made him believe that with the right direction she could be as ruthless as him-
Actually, no. No one could ever be as ruthless as him.
Opening the doors, he was surprised to hear music being played. He stepped further inside while glancing around the room to find Gwen standing over by the stereo, flipping through the CDs he had set aside, which he hadn't looked at in years. The music was soft, an acoustic guitar strumming freely to a voice dark and somber. He glanced at his watch- it was already nine o'clock. Leaning against the wall, he watched as Gwen read the lyrics from the pages of the inside cover.
He stared out the window, watching the rain that fell down from the nighttime sky. It had been like that since the early evening. Suddenly, it seemed all the more alluring to watch the droplets streak down the glass, the pitter patter falling in tandem with the song. Take a photograph, it'll be the last. Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here. When he turned to his right, he saw Gwen staring at him, CD in her slender fingered hands.
"I finished the book," she whispered.
He nodded his head, "I'm actually surprised."
"I'll be honest…" She walked a little closer to him, biting at her bottom lip that protruding slightly enough to tease him, "…I'm not sure I understand all of it."
"Just like I suspected." The space between them was limited and he could smell the flowery fragrance of her perfume. It wasn't one he recognized, though he didn't want to ask her about it, "You obviously didn't bother to find me and ask about what you don't understand. Instead, you've messed around in my office."
I don't have a past. I just have a chance…not a family or honest plea remains to say.
She twirled her fingers in her raven hair, "It's Plumeria, by the way…"
"What?" He was fighting against the blush that he was sure crossed his face, "I don't know what you're-"
"The fragrance." She set her fingers against the golden chain necklace she wore, twisting the metal around, "It's called plumeria. My father introduced me to it on a vacation in Hawaii."
"What makes you think that I give a fuck about the fragrance you're wearing?" he hissed.
She licked her lips, well aware that they were close to each other like those times that they had danced, "My mother used to wear it. I can't tell you why but it has this sort of…impact with men. My father always looked lost."
"I'm not lost. You're just delusional."
Was it that easy to tell? It wasn't like it was her, it just that scent that was making his muscles grow rigid. When he felt her fingers brush against his, he nearly collapsed. Grabbing hold of her wrist, he forced her tight to his chest, though he didn't make any other gesture. His eyes held her petrified gaze and he damn well wanted to see her succumb to every twisted desire he could come up with. Rain, rain go away, come again another day. All the world is waiting for the sun.
"We're awfully close, Mister Kaiba."
"What do people tell you about me, Miss O'Malley?"
She felt his grip tighten on her wrist, "That you're ruthless."
"In every aspect of my life." He closed his eyes, lips ghosting over hers, taking in that sweet taste of nectar in their gloss, "I'm ruthless in business and in pleasure."
"I thought you didn't believe those two things went together?" Gwen let out a yelp as he pushed her up against the wall, both her wrists locked in his hands. She didn't bother to fight against him- It was more thrilling to be in a compromising position, and she was thoroughly enjoying that sadistic gleam in his eyes, "Never thought I'd be in this position with you."
He ran his hand down her arm then along her thigh, pulling it up along against his waist, "I believe this is familiar to you?"
"Depends…" She guided his hand until he felt the silk of her underwear beneath his fingertips, "...are you talking about familiar with you or with another guy?" She giggled, hips pushing against his as she felt him stiffen, "But that's certainly a new feeling with you."
He was tempted to kiss her, but she didn't give him a moment to consider it. She shoved him backward, standing above him as he hit the floor. Smirking, he ran his hand along her leg, moving to the inside of her thigh while he sat up. As he searched for those silk panties of hers, she leisurely sat over him, thick thighs straddling him. Her fingers drummed along his chest while he pushed the skirt of her dress up around her waist. Damn, what the fuck was wrong with him?
"Aroused are we?" she mused, lips pressed to his ear.
He shivered as her breath snaked along his neck, "I don't find this amusing…"
"That's a shame…" She laughed loudly, standing up and fixing her dress, "…because I do!"
He sat on the floor for a moment while she circled around the room, taunting him with those tantalizing eyes. At the current moment, all he wanted was to know her carnally. And when he wanted something, it wasn't often that he didn't get it. Rising to his feet, he strode over to her, steps trapping her up against the wall again. Her hands braced against his chest, a glint of fear in her eyes while she tried to keep him at a distance.
His hands slammed on either side her head, the sound enough to make her shiver, "You're walking a fine line, Miss O'Malley."
"I think it's time I leave, Mister Kaiba."
Savoring the stern gaze in her eyes, a trait he would later tell her would come in handy; he stepped away from her, fumbling backward while rubbing the crease between his eyes. What had come over him? Turning his back to her, he stared out the window where the rain fell harder to the earth, a sound that nearly blocked out the music that still played in the room. When he glanced over his shoulder, he saw Gwen staring at him while holding that financing textbook in her arms.
"Seven tomorrow then, Mister Kaiba?"
He was beginning to grow curious about how it would sound if she said his name, heighted with ecstasy and begging for him to let her come down. Fuck, just the thought of that made his muscles tighten, "Try not to be late this time."
Gwen nodded her head, glancing over at the window, "Guess I'll just leave then…"
He wasn't sure what her lingering was about until he took better note that it was pouring outside. Gesturing for her to follow him, he tugged his cell phone out of his pocket and called his driver to pick her up at the front. The elevator trip downstairs was silent and awkward, and part of her wondered if he was still thinking about that tiny moment of arousal. Maybe he was just as curious as her to see what would have happened, but she wasn't going to push her luck with it.
Once on the main level, she scurried out to where the limo driver was waiting with the door opened. She clambered inside, trying to glance out the window to see where Seto stood at the doors. Book pulled tight to her chest, she dozed off to the far corners of her mind that achingly tried to guess what a kiss from him would feel like. All she could come up with was ice at first contact and fire once he claimed dominance. She was licking her lips the rest of the way back to the hotel, wishing she knew what was on his mind.
. . . .
He wasn't sure how long he had spent standing in the doorway, the rain pelting against the ground, soaking his shoes and the bottom of his slacks. That stupid song she was playing in his office was ringing in his ears. What a depressing song! How could he let it burn into his memory like that? But maybe…it wasn't that song. It was the way her eyes surrendered to him, the way she silently dared him to move off that impulse rushing through him.
But he was Seto Kaiba. He didn't have time for meddling in pleasure when business was his angle. That just meant that he needed to avoid any form of confrontation that would lead to anything he would regret. He didn't expect that to be difficult, and he wasn't keen on finding out that it would be. Is it you I want or just the notion of a heart to wrap around so I can find my way around?
well...what are everyone's thoughts? a little bit of a sexual encounter for those two... wonder how the rest of these lessons will pan out? heehee...
and what does Mokuba mean by seto having luck with ladies? that doesn't sound right. haha
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-TSA
