Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Maid Sama series. If I can't update regularly, then I'll make my updates longer to make up for it. Here's to the beginning of a long and steamy trip of sexual tension and love triangles!
"Seriously? How am I in the car again?" Misaki grumbled. All she knew was that she had gone back to her apartment, cleaned up, scarfed Usui's infuriatingly delicious omelette, and then suddenly been whisked away the moment she stepped out of the building to sit next to Usui in his car.
"I suppose you aren't like most women who would love to have a handsome man drive them to work in the morning in a luxury car. Besides, your shoulder's still hurt, and you don't have a car." Usui then hummed along to a classical song from the car stereo.
Misaki softly banged her head on the passenger window in frustration. "It's my shoulder, not my legs. I'm fine, really."
"When women say that they're fine, they're usually not."
"Trust me, I'm all right," she growled. He only hummed along to the classical song playing in his car.
Usui let her out a couple of blocks before the company building on her request so no one would think the two up to any inappropriate means.
For the next few weeks Misaki made sure to concentrate on nothing but her work, furiously wading through stacks of paperwork and scanning websites for signs of damage to the Walker reputation. Unlike Igarashi who made offhand flirting remarks when they were alone, Usui treated her the same way he treated all employees at work, though she still thought the occasional smiles sent toward her held a small smirk like he knew all her secrets (which he already knew most of them). Sometimes she would meet Usui after work ended who would insist that he send her home in his car. Misaki had once tried to outrun his car with superhumn speed but gave up when he easily kept pace, seeing as he was in a car after all. She wondered if he knew that he was starting to drive her crazy, as for the life of her she couldn't understand why Usui would bother to give her free rides. Maybe he was just being nice? She was never used to getting things for free so the rides must have some catch to it. But Usui was just the normal Usui and never asked for anything in return.
Misaki didn't even notice when her manager, Fujimoto, slightly scared of the constant demonic aura streaming from her cubicle everyday but admiring of her steadfast work ethic, wrote up a raving review of her work during his mandatory intern check-up. Little did her manager know that Misaki herself was only working so hard as to not concentrate on what had transpired between her and Usui.
"Are you all right, Prez?" Kanou asked hesitantly one day at lunch. The two were sitting in the cafeteria.
"Me? I'm fine-I'm mean, everything is good. Why, do I not seem okay?" Ayuzawa said, munching on her carrots. The tables nearby them were empty due to the radius of her dark aura. Even Suki didn't give her as much of a hard time as she could have. Instead, these days the woman was far too focused on primping herself whenever she passed a reflective surface, always reapplying her makeup or adjusting her blouse so the plumpness of her curves were better seen.
"Um, it's nothing," Kanou gulped. "Ah, I heard from Fujimoto-san that the Walker company is preparing for the Christmas charity ball. And a few select members of the PR team here will be traveling with Usui-san to England to help out. Fujimoto-san has already been screening us." Kanou said, wiping his glasses.
"To England? That must be expensive though." Misaki sighed.
"Not at all, living and travel expenses are all paid, plus we get our salary."
"Ah, I must not have been paying attention or something. You're lucky that your cubicle is close to Fujimoto's so you can hear all the things that are going around."
"Whatever, it's not like you two are going to be on the trip to England." The two looked up to see Suki's pretty face contorted to a less becoming sneer. "Like interns will ever get the chance to go to such a prominent event like the annual Walker Christmas Charity Ball. Only the best of the best can go. Hmmph, what meaningless shrimp you two are. But I guess even the lowest can dream." With that, Suki flaunted off while Misaki rolled her eyes.
"Ayuzawa-san, can you take these to Takumi-sama's office? Kanou-kun, if you can take these files to the Human Resources department?"
And that was how Misaki found herself heading towards to Usui's office. Yukimura had let her into the grand lobby of his office, then dashed off to another part of the company building when he realized he had left some of his work.
With a sigh, Misaki shifted the box of files to one arm to knock on the door of the office and froze.
The double doors to his office were ajar, wide enough that she could see just what was going on. Suki, with the top buttons of her blouse unbuttoned so her bra-covered breasts were wide open to view, was sitting on the armrest of Usui's chair. She lowered her head towards Usui, pressing her breasts to his shoulder and murmuring something too low for Misaki to hear. Suki then curled one arm around his shoulder and smoothed her hand over his chest. To his credit, Usui was frowning, almost a scowl that Misaki herself would be proud of wearing. Then he looked up, his green eyes gazing right into the surprised amber orbs of her own.
"Ayuzawa-san, do you mind telling Suki-san to please get off of my chair and pack her things? It appears that what I say is not getting through to her." Usui called out.
"Ayuzawa, that plain brat from PR? Who are you talking to? Come on, Usui-sama, loosen up a little. Why don't you and I have a little fun? I know how you like your women." Suki purred before wrapping her hand in his tie.
Misaki decided to make her presence known by opening the double doors wide and clearing her throat loudly. In her surprise, Suki stumbled off the armrest of the chair with Usui making no attempt to catch her.
"You! What are you doing here?" Suki sputtered, fumbling to rebutton her blouse.
Ignoring Suki, Misaki held up her box of files. "Fujimoto-san sent me to hand this to you, Usui-sama. I'll put it right here. Oh, and Suki-san? Usui-sama requests that you please pack your things and leave." Suki's face turned an unbecoming purple.
"It means she's fired," Usui added helpfully.
"He's firing you," Misaki repeated.
"You may leave, Ayuzawa-san and you can tell Fujimoto-san of my decision." Misaki allowed herself a small smile at Usui's grin.
Kanou skillfully avoided Suki as she tried harassing PR employees to take her boxes of stuff to her car. "Congratulations, Prez, on making the list for the trip to England." Suki yelped in disbelief, dropping her large box of makeup on her foot.
"Same to you, Kanou." Misaki smiled warmly. Four people from their department were going, including Fujimoto-san and a quiet senior member who had been bullied by Suki into holding her second box of makeup (really, who needed two large boxes of makeup at work?). It had been a long time since she had had a vacation. The last time...well, she didn't want to think about it. Well, now that she was going to England, she'd have to prepare extra well for her mother and sister. Her mother was going to be released from the hospital soon and would be living with Suzuna and Hinata. Misaki would have to prepare for about two months' worth of money and then some to cover with her mother's living expenses. Knowing her mother, Minako would probably try to get back to her nursing job as soon as possible as not to be a burden.
"Hey, hey, did you hear? The Sakuza company is closing down. Apparently their president got caught in a scandal! Embezzling and owning child pornography apparently." One of the senior PR team members cried out. The other PR members who were bullied by Suki into helping her dropped their boxes to hear the news.
"The Sakuza company has always been one of the Walker company's rivals. With this, our company should gain a huge lead into the industry!" Fujimoto-san crowed.
"Do you think we'll be able to get raises?" One PR member sighed longingly, affecting the rest of the PR team with fantasies of more income.
Sakuza. That name sounded familiar to Misaki. Wasn't Sakuza the name of that stalker client? Misaki hadn't gone to the police about that night since that would expose her background as an escort, but Usui had mentioned offhandedly that he would take care of the matter. It seemed far too suspicious that the Sakuza company would be exposed to such a large scandal after her being attacked. And she was sure that Sakuza would do his best in preventing anyone from knowing that he visited escorts.
"A raise does sound nice," Kanou said. "I kind of want to buy a new camera to take pictures in England." He shrugged at Misaki's questioning glance. "Photography is a side hobby of mine."
Still, Misaki thought. I wonder what was truly behind the Sakuza company closing down?
At first Takumi wasn't sure if bringing his employees to England on his private jet was a good idea. But in retrospect, it gave him a good excuse for not having his flight attendants service him. It would be the first time on his own plane that he did not play with his women. In fact, he had lost the motivation for the women he played around with since that night with Ayuzawa.
It was as if all the physical attraction other women had held just went away in one night. After all, none of them had been able to make him orgasm like Ayuzawa had. And so his nights were spent dreaming of Ayuzawa and her talented hands and mouths, then waking up in a mess of twisted blankets with no Ayuzawa. Takumi almost wished that Ayuzawa was still an escort so he could finish what they started. Then he had to berate himself for thinking that way. No, it was better for Ayuzawa to get out of her situation as fast as possible. Besides, he didn't want other men touching her. The realization that Igarashi and Ayuzawa had been together irritated him even more.
So now most of the couches had been removed from his private plane and were replaced by comfortable airplane seats instead. His selected team of 12 employees milled about, exploring his private plane's amenities like a ping pong table and library and flirting with his pretty flight attendants.
"Hey, Prez, are you feeling okay?" He turned his head towards Yukimura's voice.
While the other employees were moving about, Misaki had chosen to sit herself on a chair, nursing a small can of fruit juice. Although the plane had a bar that stocked wines and spirits, she preferred no alcohol owing to her mistake of drinking beer at Usui's apartment. The reason for not exploring the plane with the rest of the employees? It was that annoying achy feeling that she always got after her period. She knew that sometimes women felt an intense hormonal surge after or before their menstrual periods, so it could be rather easy to become turned on.
And the past weeks' dreams were certainly not helping. Dreams of being pleasured by a tall man with mesmerizing green eyes. His fingers and tongue moving in sync to build her up and up the brink the pleasure until...she woke up to the incessant ringing of her alarm clock. Misaki wasn't entirely too sure how to pleasure herself, only brave enough to once hump a pillow to get even a fraction of the pleasure she felt at Usui's hands. And Usui's determined invitation for giving her rides in his car was certainly not helping. She wasn't sure if she could control herself from embarassingly jumping on her boss like Suki did. But she couldn't betray her feelings in the plane right now, certainly with all the people around.
"I'm alright, Yukimura. Thanks for asking. I'm probably just a bit tired," Misaki soothed the nervous secretary.
"Ah, I thought it might be the turbulence," Yukimura said kindly. "I always get nervous whenever the plane hits a patch."
"It's all good, the pilot is quite skillful." Misaki set down her fruit juice, feeling eyes were on her. She turned, seeing Usui looking at her concernedly. She could really do without seeing those emerald eyes, like they could see right through her and what she was feeling right now. "I...I think I'm just going to go the restroom."
"Ah, wait, Prez, I think that's the wrong way. Ooopsie! Oh, no, what should I do?"
"Senpai, I think your clothes might stain." Kanou said, inspecting the mess.
Misaki silently left Yukimura and a few other employees to clean up and discuss the best way to remove a red wine stain from white clothing. She strode through the cabin and opened the door that said bathroom. Except the bathroom was one of the most luxurious ones she had ever been in. Wasn't she on a plane? Sparking white surfaces shone. Although they were on a plane, this bathroom had a shower installed with a massaging showerhead. Baskets of potpurri gave off an air of perfumed roses.
Misaki sighed, weakly leaning against the sink counter. She would stay here, hoping to cool her head off for a bit. Then the door opened and the last person she wanted to see strode in.
"Are you all right, Ayuzawa?" Takumi asked. Her face was slightly flushed, although he was sure that she had been drinking apple juice and not alcohol. She was breathing slightly heavier too. Perhaps she felt motion sickness? Ayuzawa's eyes fluttered close when he placed his hand on her forehead. She felt warm, but not warm enough for a fever.
The plane hit a patch of turbulence, and Misaki lost her balance, slipping off the counter. Quickly, Usui caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and steadying her.
"It's a good thing you're not wearing high heels. Oh, um," was his intelligent reply. Takumi didn't expect her to lean closer to him, leaning her forehead against his chest. "Are you sure you're feeling fine?"
He could feel that her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest. And her hands were clutching at his shirt, not to push away but to bring him closer. While she was looking down, Takumi could see her long eyelashes grazing the soft curve of her cheeks. And he knew then what she was feeling. A feeling that he had to suppress every time he imagined her in his dreams.
Misaki shivered when his arms tightened around her waist. One of his feet spread open her legs and then pushed her backwards so she was leaning on the sink counter. Then his heavy thighs were cupped around hers, trapping her until their hips connected. She couldn't hide it then, letting out a soft whimper of pleasure when their cores connected. She knew it was wrong, among a plane with so many people, but it felt too right to be in Usui's arms.
Takumi bent towards her earlobe and teasingly blew air, enjoying her small shudder. Her hands shifted from clutching as his shirt to cupping the back of his shoulders.
"You know, Ayuzawa. If you were so turned on, all you had to do was ask."
A/N: Am I being too evil for a cliffhanger? Huehuehuehue. Until next time, my lovelies!