YUGIOH

MP: Aftermath

Chapter 24.

As another 2 weeks had passed, Kaiba had found that Jasmine was the perfect remedy to his thoughts about Joey, or his doubts of ever still being affected by what happened to him when he was changed. Infact, it had caused him to become less and less interested in his project, at all. After all, if he was over Joey, there was no further problem. He was with a very charismatic woman, who he felt looked great on camera, as well as his bed. It was the best of both worlds. Yet, with this new person in his life, a new dilemma had now arisen....

It was morning, and Kaiba had gotten up, looking out his window at the brilliant sunshine. Last night they went out, but she didn't stay over, since he warned her he didn't want to go too fast, and she understood perfectly.

But it was a lie....his heart was burning for her, it in fact wanted to quicken the pace, not slow it down. His time with her was like he had known her for years, and had simply been reacquainted with an old lover, which made no sense at all to him. He had no past love interests. Hell, he wasn't even in love....atleast he hoped not.

The very thought of such strong feelings scared him half to death. Infact, it was frightening enough, that once again he was trying to think up some reason to get rid of 'her', now. She had managed to get closer to him than anyone ever had, maybe even closer than Joey. The problem was his reason for getting rid of her. Why would he get rid of her? There was no reason to, except for the one reason that he hated to even think of....his own fear.

Kaiba shook that out of his head. He did not believe in running away, simply out of irrational fear, it made no sense. Yet, this fear was that he would get hurt by her. How does one get hurt by another? And a new thought had come to Kaiba's mind....he really didn't know her. What if she was a spy from another company, or simply another person looking for money? She could be a good con woman, maybe she was hoping to get pregnant before showing her true colors, and sticking him with the most expensive alimony suit a person could think of.

So Kaiba made his next decision....it was time to delve into this woman's past, and see exactly who this person was he was dating. If there was something amiss, he would have a reason to get rid of her. If she found out he was snooping, she might leave him....then the problem would be solved. As much as he hated to admit it, he almost missed Mai. Mai was safe, the real reason he now understood why he stuck with her. It may not have totally been impression, after all. He simply knew he would not get attracted to her in that way, and the feeling was mutual.

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Kaiba had gone to work today, as usual. He had a new on going bit of humor with Jasmine now, as she would now call him simply 'master', short for Master Kaiba, and he would call her 'slave'. Yet, neither was serious about it, and normally they would only say that when there was no one else to hear.

He entered his office, closing the door and picked up the phone, dialing security. "Yes, Master Kaiba."

Kaiba smiled, hesitating as the man called him Master. "I....want you to do a basic check on a temp worker that was transferred from Kaiba Corp New York to here. Her name is Jasmine Watana, who was offered to us through Harlan Temp Agency. After she transferred to Japan though, she may be presently employed by YukiUno Corporation, since that's the only temp agency we work with in this region. Call over there as well, to see how well she worked, and what she did. She was supposedly a secretarial assistant. Report to me when you're done."

"Yes, sir." The man stated, as Kaiba hung up. At that moment, Jasmine entered with coffee, closing the door behind her.

"Hear ya go, Master. Brown ooze, straight from the sludge pot, itself...." She smirked.

"You make morning breakfast sound so appetizing." He stated. "I'd swear Mokuba put you up to it."

"Naw....I came up with it all on my own." She gave a smile, her hand moving to his arm, her eyes looked hungrily at him. 'I really love my job.' She thought.

He grabbed the arm she was using to flirt with him, saying, "It's work time, slave. Someone made a mess on my floor....clean it up."

She looked at him dumb-founded, asking, "Mess?" Then looked down at the floor. There was one piece of crumpled paper laying there. Immediately she caught the game, and quirked a smile, saying, "Oh, yes master....your word is my command."

"That's better." He smiled, as she non-challantly got into position, so that when she bent down to get it, her butt would be sticking right at him. As she did, he moved from his chair, leaning into her provocatively, causing her to miss the target....his lips came down, nibbling at the side of her neck, causing her to gasp. He then whispered in her ear, "Are you having problems with your job, Jasmine?"

"I-it's....h-hard...." She gasped.

"Oh is it, now? Let's find out for sure...." He mumbled, grabbing a hold of her, and swinging her over on top of his desk, causing more un-crumpled papers to fly down to the floor, again leaning heavily on her, as he rubbed himself against her, causing her to gasp out, "Seto!"

He smiled at the name, rubbing his face against hers, as he mumbled in her ear, "You forget yourself, slave. This is a work environment, and what do you call me at work?"

"M-master....??" She asked, trying to move her own hips to imitate his motion, getting very warm in the middle as his hard bulge rubbed stiffly against her.

He let out his own grunt of pleasure, whispering, "Don't forget it...."

With a wave of pleasure suddenly wracking through him, he pulled her arms behind her, pushing against her harshly, causing her to cry out, yet she could feel his hesitation to start ripping clothes off. He really didn't want to repeat what happened more then twice now in his own office, yet he'd never had someone tear his resistance up like she had been doing. What was it about this woman that caused him to lose so much control over himself?

When his next move began uncertain, her hands were released. She smiled mischievously, sensing his hesitation, and muttered back, "You shouldn't start what you can't finish....'master'." As her hand traveled to his gold KC belt, and began to unbuckle it. He didn't fight it, as he kissed her deeply, feeling whatever resistance he had attempted to muster up, quickly slip away.

He couldn't stop her, he couldn't stop himself and had a feeling this was going to end up creating a third incident in his office.