So here he was, waiting at her doorstep, dressed nicely and holding a single red rose. What was he doing here? He had only done this in his teenager years, when he could sweep girls off their feet with just a cute grin. But he knew she was a whole new story. This girl Kagome (so she told him on the phone when he called her) had depth. She wasn't a glass or a six pack. She was the most expensive stuff you could get. Even in reality, her place wasn't an apartment, it was a condo.

Then she opened the door, and stepped out. This wasn't even the expensive wine any more, this was the diamond rings on the Hollywood stars.

She practically glowed. Her hair cascaded down her back in light shining curls, that also rimed her face. Her lips were red as blood and her eyes where kohl lined. But her body was that of some Greek Goddess. A silver dress hung over her like a second skin, low in the back and front. It went all the way to the ground and tipped up in the front so you could see her silver sparkling pumps.

Needless to say, he was glad he had worn his best suit.

He was taking her to a fancy dance club downtown where he could get to know her over a waltz and seafood.

The waiter gave them the best seat in the house (probably due to her appearance) and she ordered their drinks.

"What kind of things do you like to do in your off time?" She asked him in that silky voice. His real answer might have been getting hung over and having vacant women share his bed. But he told her other things that he hadn't done in a long time.

"Read, paint, take long walks." He said.

"I love long walks, especially under moon light. Have you ever been to Crystal Green Park?" She asked.

"No, but my guess is that it has to do something with flowerbeds and emeralds?" He told her. She nodded. "Maybe we'll go together some time?" He asked. She nodded again.

He could already tell this woman knew what she wanted. She was craft-fully swaying the conversation where she wanted it to go. If she wanted to go to the park with him for a while, she would bring it up and talk about it until he asked her.

"Do you want to dance while we're waiting?" He asked. The music was always slow, and they were the only ones dancing. It was obvious to him that she did little slow dancing.

"You have warm hands Inuyasha. And pretty eyes." She told him. Those were all things he had heard before. He wanted to make a comment to her, but not some thin meaningless word. "You Kagome, are the sweetest girl I have met in a long time." Inuyasha told her in total sincerity. She smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Don't you wonder if I taste that way too?" She murmured.

"You're such a tease." He whispered back, knowing the comment wasn't an offer. She lifted her head back in soft laughter as he leaned her down in the dance.

"This food is great." She told him after they sat down. "And I don't even know what the hell it is." She said laughing. He laughed to, taking another sip out of the elegant glass.

By the end of the eating and the dancing and the laughing and the teasing, he wasn't looking forward to taking her home. He knew he would leave that night with just a sample of her taste, not the whole woman.

But there they were back at her doorstep. She leaned in and gave him a light kiss. Her lips felt like light clouds upon his. But when he went to hold her, she stepped away.

"See you tomorrow Inuyasha." She said. What was that supposed to mean?

The alarm rang and bounced around in Inuyasha's head. He jumped up and looked around at his empty bed. This was the first time it had been that way in years.

That day at the office was the monthly meeting in the board room. It was dull, boring, and all the rest. But he dressed in his best, and made it there on-time.

Outside the office he was called over by a familiar voice. "Hey Inuyasha!" Miroku called from behind. He stopped and waited until he had caught up.

"Did you see the new assistant your brother hired? Boy, she looks like a great piece of ass. Cute too." He said. Inuyasha didn't even care about the new girl, his mind was on Kagome. "I can't wait to get a hold on her." Miroku was saying in his usual babble.

"Inuyasha, there she is, next to Sesshoumaru." He whispered as soon as they entered the board room.

There sitting next to his brother was Kagome in a dress suit with her hair pinned up and chic glasses. When he entered she put down her papers and gave him an amused glance over the thin frames.