Cinderella with a twist

Buffy Summers wants her boss with… Ahem… All of her *sexual* parts… And now she's through waiting… She's gonna get him… But what happens if William (A.K.A. spike) Jacobs wants more than a one night stand?

Chapter ten:Lookie who I found.

Lemon

"So, pet," Spike moved from his seat behind her and sat next to her, facing her still unfocused face. "Did you ever plan on talking to me? Or were you just going to pretend to be 'Elisabeth' for the rest of your life?"

Buffy couldn't find words… "H-how did you…"

"Know it was you? Simple, pet." He smiled. "I know that hair anywhere. I spent most of the other night staring at you while you slept. I could draw you to perfection. I believe I did, to be frank."

She looked down at her hands and slowly raised her head to look out the window. A thought came to mind that never occurred to her before. "My nose. It's kinda crooked. You… you didn't use that."

"I guess I didn't see any imperfections in my mind's eye, luv." She noticed him tilt his head to the side slightly, studying her face like an artist would.

"Being a secret artist, you'd think you would take in every fault and make it work. Not erase it." Her hands balled into fists of tension like she was trying to grip all the madness in the air and throw it straight out the window.

"I meant it when I said I wouldn't let you go, luv." He took one of her hands in his "It wasn't just lust that boiled my blood that night, I know it."

She laughed a dry laugh. "When will you understand? That wasn't love. You can't love. You're just a player, a monster, luring in girls to make them love you and then drop them like a hot potato." She turned to face him for the first time with a look of triumph. "Well now I've done it. I've got you on your knees begging and I'm not going to give in! I'm gone, Spike! And you'll never get me back!" She jumped over his shocked form and stalked silently off the bus with a smirk on her face. She walked all the way to her apartment without looking back, an extra bounce in her step. She sure told him!

She put the key in her apartment door and turned it. She pushed it open slowly and sighed as she started to shut it. Hut her moment of triumph was short lived as her sigh was cut off by a thud and the door stopping half-way closed. She tried again, harder, and heard a moan from the other side of the door.

Oh, God.

"S-Spike?"

"You guessed it, pet." His now furious face passed through the door. "Just how did you come to know of my 'monstrous' ways, pet? The girls around the office, I suppose?"

"I-I… It's just something everyone knows I guess-"

"Let me guess." By now he was circling her in a similar way to the other night. Prowling around her, but this time like he was literally going to eat her alive. "It was one of the first things you were told when you came into the business?"

"Well… Yes- I mean- No! It's just- I-I mean… We always see you with them!" She blurted out.

"With who?"

"All those girls! We always see them come into your apartment and come out like mad-women!" She yelled, her anger shining through her fear. "We see you going to your office with them too! It's disgusting! You play these girls like instruments then throw them out like garbage! Well, not me!" She cried "Never me! I won't let you get away with- Mhumph!"

She would have continued her speech had Spike not rushed forward and crushed his lips against hers. It would surely bruise, but that was the last thing on Buffy's mind as he wrapped his arms around her and slammed her up against the wall behind him.

He pulled back, much to her silent protests. "Number one. How do you know where my apartment is?"

She pulled away slowly, surprised that he let her, and crossed her arms over herself in an obvious attempt to look more confident… and to keep her hands away from the tempting specimen in front of her. "I've… I've seen the limo outside in the morning. And… Well… I can see it from my window." She motioned to her right. Spike turned and, sure enough, he saw his apartment from the view in her apartment.

"Right… Now for the important question." He frowned "How long have you been noticing these girls coming in and out of my apartment?"

She thought for a while before "For a few months now, I guess…"

"Did it ever occur to you that I have three apartments in that building?" He sighed "I'm trying to rent them both out so I don't have to worry about having them cleaned… Plus I wanted someone to talk to up there… It gets kinda boring, you know?"

"And the people after the apartment just so happen to be all girls?" She said sarcastically. "I think not, somehow."

"Well sorry if the only people that come around are women! It's obvious what they're after, but I'm not."

"But… All those girls in the office… They're all so angry because of what you did to them…"

"Yes. I rejected them. Time and time again. I reject quite a few per day, you know? I guess they're just angry at that."

Buffy quickly thought back to when she had found Tammy crying in the ladies' bathroom. She never said exactly what Spike did to her…

"I… I don't know Spike…" She backed away from him as he took a step forward. "I've been so sure of all this for so long… How can I just believe you in the blink of an eye? It's not right!" She turned on her heel quickly and walked to her window, taking in the sight of the apartment that she stared at daily. Not because she was a stalker or anything, but because it was the first thing a person would look at if they looked out that window.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Buffy, you need to believe me. I need you to believe me."

"Why?" Buffy pushed him away "So you can have one more notch on your bed-post!"

Spike growled. "No, you pent up little minx, I need you to believe me so you can finally let me in!" He stalked towards her and smashed his lips to hers.

"Mhhph!" Her eyes widened and she attempted to fight the kiss momentarily, but couldn´t deny the familiar warmth his lips spread through her… "We shouldn´t be doing this…" She muttered against his lips.

"Why not?"

"You´re my boss…"

He ran his hands through her hair and pulled her closer. "You may think it´s wrong, but you want this as much as I do."

Suddenly the door slammed open and Buffy jumped a mile back. "BLONDIEBEAR!!" A bleach-blonde squealed and threw herself at the Englishman. He pushed her off and growled "Harmony, what the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Coming to collect my hubby of course!" She squealed again. Buffy cringed, Geez, what the hell happened to her voice? She sounds like Barbie! … Wait a minute…

"HUBBY!?" Buffy gaped.

Spike stood there glaring at Harmony…

Oh god… Buffy thought, Here we go again…