Téa walked quickly up to the front desk, heels clacking. "I'd like to see Mr. Kaiba," she snapped.

Her simmering anger stroked to higher flames as she thought back to Joey's words. Replays of him walking away from her. Ignoring her. Insulting her. Kissing her.

The receptionist looked taken aback by her tone. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No. But he'll see me." Téa would make sure of it.

The receptionist sniffed. "Mr. Kaiba does not see anyone without an appointment."

"Why don't you call Jessica. I'm sure she'll tell you he will." By the receptionist's face, she could tell she wasn't about to do that. "Of course," Téa said confidently, "I can just tell Mr. Kaiba that you refused to let me up."

The receptionist's face paled. "Just one moment." She hung up the phone and told her to go to the last elevator on the left. She pushed past security and hit the button hard.

She tapped her foot on the ground as the numbers climbed. Jessica greeted her with a smile, but when she saw Téa's face it immediately dropped. "Uh, he's on a-"

Téa ignored her and thrust the door open to Kaiba's office. He appeared to be on some video call, but when he saw her, he immediately hung up.

"Gardner, you cannot just-" he started as he rose from his desk.

"Can't what?" she interrupted, slamming the door shut behind her, her temper winning out. "Interrupt you? Like you interrupted me dancing with Harry?"

"Didn't stop you from giving him your number," he said frostily.

"Jealous?" she sneered.

Kaiba scoffed, saying, "Don't be ridiculous." He came around his desk and started towards the door, but she stopped him in his path. She cursed him silently in her head for always wearing form-fitting suits.

"Will you just get out?" he snapped at her. "I'm not having this conversation, especially here."

"Why? Afraid of damaging your precious reputation? Of losing again?" she asked sardonically.

"Because this is a place of business. Not a soap opera," he condescended.

"Oh, and the dinner wasn't a business event? Yet you had no issue with sticking your hand up my dress," she seethed, balling her fists.

"Is that why you're here? Come back for more?" he goaded, a smirk pulling at his mouth.

"Is that how you speak to an employee?"

"Is this how you speak to your boss?" he retorted.

"Look," Téa said through clenched teeth, trying to rein her temper in, "I came because we need to talk. The dinner…happened, then you ignored me, and then you treated me like I don't exist. What the hell are you playing at?" she accused.

Kaiba let out a frustrated sigh as his eyes gleamed. "We lost control for a second, Gardner. A lapse in judgment on both our parts. It didn't mean anything."

Téa felt the wind get knocked out of her at his words.

"Seriously?" the pitch in her voice rose. "You kissed me, Kaiba. You initiated it. And now, you're just going to stand there and say it meant nothing?"

She squashed down the part of her that wanted him to tell her it had meant something.

"It's Kaiba again, is it?" he leered, provoking her anger to spike further.

Téa cheeks flushed remembering how she had moaned his first name. "I just want to make things clear between us," she said through clenched teeth.

"I bet this is all because you worried I might tell your little friends," he mocked. "Don't worry, Gardner, I won't tell them how you begged," he said with superiority, smirking at her suggestively.

"You're such a prick. You kissed me." she repeated, her nails digging into her palms.

"I did a lot more than that. I'm sure you remember." Her stomach swooped even as she huffed in denial. He placed his hands in his pockets completely unbothered by her ire, like they were discussing the weather. "Probably would've let me do more if we hadn't been interrupted."

"That is not true," she denied.

"Not that you did much other than beg," he continued, eyes sparking with wicked delight.

"You know what Kaiba," she snarled, striding up into his face and poking him in the chest, "you're right. It didn't mean anything. Yugi and Joey were right about you, this whole thing was a mistake. You're a narcissistic ass, who I would never want," she spat.

Kaiba's eyes darkened at the insult. He leaned his head down to her ear and purred, "You say that but I bet you're wet right now. Eager to beg some more?"

His cologne, a combination of sandalwood and something spicy surrounded her at his close proximity, sending her blood pumping. She bared her teeth at him, and without thinking, she responded "You're going to be the one begging this time."

His lips parted and she pushed into him, bringing her mouth to his. Their momentum carried them towards his desk, slamming him into it. He let out a groan as her tongue teased the seam of his lips. His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her roughly against him and plastering her to his body.

She had taken the backseat last time. But not this time.

She ran her hands up chest, feeling the ridges of hard muscle beneath her fingertips. She yanked his tie loose, jerked his shirt out of his pants, and ripped his shirt open in quick, frenzied movements. She could hear the pinging as buttons hit his office floor. He gasped into her mouth as she explored the newly bared skin to her, skin she had been fantasizing about feeling.

Kaiba leaned back, "Gardener-" but she cut him off, placing her lips over his pulse point and sucking hard. He groaned, gripping her head and tilting her head back so his mouth could find hers again.

He reached behind him and hit the control panel and she felt the room darken. She knew the black glass would be behind her if she looked, but she didn't dare take her mouth off him.

His hands traveled down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing the flesh he found there. His hands then drifted under her skirt, starting to pull it up, but her hands were faster. She pulled back slightly, undoing his belt and yanking the zipper down. The clink of his KC belt coming undone sent a shot straight to her core.

She pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees and she finally got a look at the great Seto Kaiba's cock. He was long, thick, pulsing with need. Her thighs clenched, imagining what it would feel like between her legs.

Téa wrapped her hand around him, pumping him firmly. Kaiba tilted his head back, mouth ajar in pleasure as she continued to stroke him as he leaned fully against the desk for support.

She placed kisses down his chest, his skin hot beneath her lips, as she slowly dropped to her knees. She bit his hip bone hard, enough to leave a mark on him. He looked down at her, eyes dilated, panting heavily. Her eyes stayed on his as she wrapped her lips around his tips, sucking lightly. He moaned, closing his eyes, wrapping his fingers around her brown locks. One hand gripped the desk behind him so hard she heard the wood groan.

She began to move up and down his length with her mouth, wrapping her fingers around what she couldn't fit. Her tongue traced intricate patterns along his member as she bobbed her head.

"Gardner…" he moaned, sounding absolutely wrecked.

Téa grew wetter at the sound of him, taking him deeper, watching him writhe in pleasure. This is what she wanted. Seto Kaiba at her complete mercy.

"Fuck," he panted. "So good. Feel so good."

She moaned around him at the praise, twisting her hand at his base, hollowing out her cheeks.

One hand left his cock to cup his balls, massaging them. He let out a gasp and his hand tightened around her hair. The shrilling sound of his phone broke into the office. She paused, releasing him, a thin string of saliva holding between her mouth and his cock. She gave a faux innocent smile.

"Aren't you going to answer that, Mr. Kaiba?" she purred. He groaned at the title and she ran her tongue down the length of him as he slowly picked up the phone.

"What?" he said hoarsely as a way of greeting. She could hear someone at the other end of the line chattering away.

She sucked one of his balls into her mouth as her hand continued to pump him firmly. He let out another gasp.

"I'm fine," he snapped, his voice tense. "Get to the point."

She moved and sucked his other ball into her mouth, hand continuing to pump him firmly. He let out a slight groan as she twisted her hand around his tip.

"This is why you're bothering me? Call me when you actually have something to report," his words slightly slurred. He slammed the phone down hard, his hand immediately returning to her hair.

"You cheeky little-oh fuck- ," he moaned, as he thrust his hips forward.

Téa silenced him by returning her mouth back to his cock, keeping her eyes locked with his, taking him as deeply as she could. Lewd slurping noises and ragged breathing filled his office. She worked him steadily, keeping her tongue pressed to the underside of his cock.

"Gardner…I'm going to…" He was breathing heavily like he had been when he had been doing those pull ups in his gym.

She moved faster, her tongue swirling around his tip.

"Gardner," he gasped, hand tightening in her hair. He fisted her hair, pulling slightly at her strands, hips stuttering slightly as his release found him. She took him in as far she could, sucking down his warm, salty cum. He was beautiful like this. Head thrown back, mouth in a perfect O-shape, completely absorbed in his pleasure.

She waited to release him until she felt his cock cease its twitching, twirling her tongue around him until he popped from her mouth. She felt his thick thighs twitching beneath her hands as she leaned back on her heels. Hot victory rushed through her as she looked up and gave him a smug smile.

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Kaiba desperately tried to get himself together as he watched Gardner rise from the floor. It was just like one of his fantasies. The whole spontaneity of what just happened made his head spin, thoughts filled with her blue eyes looking up at him as she stuffed her mouth with his cock. He was still wheezing slightly from the force of his orgasm, grateful for the desk supporting his shaking legs.

"Well, Kaiba," Gardner smirked, as she wiped the corner of her mouth. "I think that makes us even."

Even?

She rose and strolled towards his office door. It took him a second to realize she intended to leave after giving him the blowjob of his life. He frantically pulled his pants and boxers up, stuffing himself back inside.

"Gardner," he called, trying to stop her. But she had already opened the door, leaving him behind. He fumbled as he tried to get his pants buttoned and zipped. He stumbled towards his doorway, his shoulder slamming into it.

"Gardner!" he tried again, but he could only watch as she gave him a little wave with a satisfied smirk and disappeared into the elevator. He stood in the doorway, shirt still ripped open, tie askew, holding his pants together with his hands, gaping at where Gardner had just stood.

He registered that Jessica was standing behind her desk, eyebrows to her hairline, mouth gaping open in shock at the sight of him, face beet red.

He glared at her and threatened, "Say anything to anyone and you're fired."

He slammed his office door closed, not bothering to wait for a response. He finally got his pants buttoned and re-did his belt. He went to button his shirt but realized that he couldn't. She had ripped buttons clean off. He yanked his tie off, and stripped his jacket and shirt off, moving towards a secret panel on his back wall. Shit, he hadn't even taken a single article of clothing off.

He pressed against the panel, and it slid open with a whoosh. He grabbed an extra shirt, tossing the ruined one in the garbage. If anyone asked, Jessica spilled coffee on him.

He could barely put the buttons through the holes, his fingers fumbling too badly. Kaiba grunted loudly, his frustration boiling over.

He couldn't believe her. She breaks into his office, yells at him, sucks him off, and then just strolls out the door.

He had baited her, just now, but he didn't think that she would fall for it. He had been trying to get a rise out of her, get her mad at him so she would stay away from him. He thought she would leave in a huff, not seduce him. So that was, what? Her getting revenge on him? Payback?

He sat down heavily in his office chair, rubbing his forehead, not bothering to put his jacket back on. He didn't know what to make of it. He never would have expected the cheerleader to get down on her knees for him in his own office. This made everything more complicated. He was supposed to be staying away from her, not making his teenage fantasies come to life.

There was little chance of avoiding her now that she was predicted to make the team.

He could block her, he thought ruefully. He could prevent her from getting on the team. Pay off some coaches. Make some threats.

But, he wouldn't. She had worked hard for it. He wouldn't prevent her from getting this job just because he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

"Um…sir?" Jessica's voice came hesitantly through the phone.

"What?" he asked, exhaustion seeping into his voice.

"I have Daniel Lee from Iron Age Industries on the line for you. Would you like me to tell him you're unavailable?"

"Yes."

"Yes, sir."

"And take the weekend off." It was the least he could do after she caught him with his pants down…literally.

"Thank you, sir." If he wasn't mistaken, she was chuckling slightly.

She had been right, he did start this. Whatever they were now doing, this wouldn't be the last of it. If she thought he was going to let this go, she had thought wrong.

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"I told you to talk to him, not suck his dick! "

"I know, Mary!"