A/N: As I said at the end of the last chapter, this story is about to get fluffy. Don't get me wrong, there will be plenty of angst. Seto won't go totally prince charming. In some chapters he'll still get kinda nasty, and he'll still be the arrogant jerk we all know and love. This is one of those chapters. Anyways, heres chapter 9
Chapter 9
Tea returned from her yoga class friday morning exhausted. She had been unable to sleep the last few days, an inconvinance that she attributed to her discovery in Kaiba's room two days ago. It scared her to know that he might have been stalking her for the past five years.
Mind swimming, she slumped up the stairs to take a nap before her fencing lesson. Mokuba would be returning that evening, and she refused to face him looking like death warmed over. The thought of her fiance returning after a long week apart cheered her slightly.
When she got upstairs, she was surprised to hear voices coming from Kaiba's office. 'Strange,' she thought,' he's usually gone by now.' Curious, she walked up to the door and put her ear to it. She could hear Kaiba muttering, and a vaguely familiar female voice whining softly. Where had she heard that voice before?
The voices grew louder, and too late Tea realized what was about to happen. The door opened, and she fell right into Kaiba's rock hard chest. He looked down at her, surprised. "What are you doing, Tea?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just curious as to what you were doing home." she said, quickly backing away from him.
"Spying on him?" an angry voice snapped from the room behind him. Tea peered around him and saw Tina the stable girl. She was clad in a short, form fitting yellow dress with matching heels. Her long dark hair was flowing and dishevled, and Tea guessed from her swollen and glossy lips that she had just been thouroughly kissed. "What gives you the right to that?"
"No, I wasn't spying..."
"Do you know what they used to do to spies in medeveil times? They poured hot oil into their ears and down their throats. How would you like it if I did that to you?"
The girl's threat was so ridiculous that Tea could not supress a laugh. Tina glared furiously at her. "How dare you laugh at me?"
"Tina, knock it off," Kaiba snapped, grabbing her shoulder so tightly that he left white marks in her deliciously tanned skin, " I won't allow you to talk to my future sister in law like that."
"I'm going to speak my mind, no matter what you say to me, Seto Kaiba! How do i know that Mokuba didn't ask her to spy on us?"
"Why would he do a thing like that? Go on now, you've got your pay check, go home. I'll see you monday morning. I'll need both Viva and Vespa saddled again."
"See you then," she purred, batting her long eyelashes at him. Throwing Tea one last glare, she stalked down the stairs, her heels clicking all the way down, and out the door, which she slammed behind her.
"Stupid girl," he said, shaking his head. He went back into his office, followed closely by Tea.
"What was going on between you two, Seto?" she asked.
"Nothing, she was just coming to pick up her paycheck."
"Oh, I didn't realize she worked for you."
"Yes, she takes care of my horses for me, since I obviously don't have the time for it."
"Looks to me like there was something a bit more than employee/ employer relations going on between you two."
Kaiba chuckled. "She was right about one thing it seems: you are entirely too nosy for your own good. Don't snoop in my affairs, Tea. You might not like what you find. I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of. I'm not afraid to hurt others to get what I want."
Tea backed away from him. She did not like the way he had said what he had just said, or the way he had said it. He turned to her, smirking.
"Do you understand me, Tea?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Good," he said, smirk breaking into a genuine smile, "It does no one any good to defy me. Remember that."
Tea's eyes grew wide with fear. "I'll try to keep that in mind."
"All right. Now why don't you go take a nap? You look terrible. I don't want Mokuba to think that I've been torturing you or anything while he's been away."
She suddenly became aware of just how tired she was. Nodding, she turned and left the room yawning.
Kaiba leaned back into his desk chair, eyes off in some delicious fantasy.
That evening, Tea stood pacing in the foyer.Freshly showered and made up, wearing a short black leather skirt with a red halter top, she waited for her fiance to return for the weekend. She heard a car pull up in front, and a few moments later, her fiance burst through the door. She let out a most unlady like squeal, and flew at him, throwing her arms around him. He pulled her face up to his and planted a firm kiss on her lips. She allowed herself to melt in his strong arms.
"Oh, my sweet, I've been looking foreward to this all week," He muttered, releasing her lips, but resting his forehead on hers.
She sighed deeply. "Was it worth the wait?"
"What do you think?" he muttered, nuzzling her neck. She moaned with pleasure, clawing at his back.
"Sorry to bother your joyous reunion, but don't I at least get a hello?" Kaiba demanded, sneaking up behind the happy couple. Mokuba laughed, realeased Tea, and embraced his brother warmly. Over Mokuba's shoulder, Tea noticed Kaiba looking her up and down with a satisfied smirk on his face. For the first time, she felt uncomfortable with what she was wearing. She had gotten all dressed up for Mokuba, not his lecher of an older brother.
Kaiba released his brother, and led him into the living room. Tea reluctantly followed them, seating herself firmly beside Mokuba. Kaiba threw her an icy glare.
Later, in her bedroom, she sat waiting for Mokuba, dressed in a sheer white nighie, surrounded by lit scented candles. The anticipation was killing her, she so wanted to let out the urges she had been surpressing since sunday.
The door swung open, and Tea quickly posed, putting on her best 'come hither' look. Her heart plummeted, however, when she saw just who was standing in her doorway.
"All this for me? I'm flattered, considering you claim to despise me," he sneered.
"Get out of here!" she hissed.
"No."
"Get out of here!"
"I don't have to," he said, closing the door behind him,"Its my house and I can go anywhere I want."
"I said leave! What if Mokuba comes in?"
"So what if he does?" he said, advancing on her. She scrambled back, hitting the head board. Trapped like an animal.
"Kaiba, please. Get out."
"I told you nothing good could come from defying me..."
"Damn it, I said get out!" He stood beside her now, staring down at her, cold eyes filled with lust.
" Do you know what you look like when you wear that? The very sight of you would drive even the sanest man in the world to go completely crazy."
" Okay, you've seriously gone off the deep end, Kaiba. I mean it, get out, or I swear I'll scream for Mokuba. He's just across the hall."
"Fine then. Enjoy your evening," he snapped, stalking back towards the door, "And try to keep it down. I'm right next door, don't forget. I'd rather not have to listen to his dispassionate moans. How you must bore him."
She gasped at his blatant statement."Oh!"
He smirked, winked, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Arrgh!" she screamed, slamming her fists into the matress, "I can't stand that jerk!"
"I hope you're not talking about me now," Mokuba purred, slinking into the room, shutting off the lights. He was shirtless, and his well toned chest was oiled.
"Of course not," she growled, regaining her composure. He came to her, and straddled her.
"I've missed you, my love. Six days is entirely too long to be kept away from you," He said breathlessly before kissing her.
"Well, you're here now. Lets make up for it," she moaned, tangling her fingers in his long dark hair and pulling him down on top of her...
And that was chapter 9. Not my best work, but passable I suppose. I promise that my chapter will actually advance the plot. There is a plot, I just have to work it in. There's romance, and excitement, and a big climax. So keep reading. And review. I can't stress this enough. If you like this story, tell me. If you don't like it, tell me. Just don't flame me. Gentle critisims will do, thank you.
