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A/N: Hey I got the chapter finished! Aren't you guys happy?!? I certainly am. Anyway the votes were in and (drum roll) you people wanted Kagome to take her mask off the most...So let the story continue!

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Chapter 2

He wanted her to take off the veil?

Kagome stared at the hot-shot director Sesshomaru Taoshi through the small opening in the black silk veil she'd donned in her boss's office. She'd wanted to get a sense of what the contestants on the new reality show, Ms. Personality, would feel. She hadn't intended to look foolish.

Which was why there was no way she could take off the veil shielding her face from Sesshomaru's heated stare. Bad enough if he recognized her and was amused by her silly idea that a veil could make a seductive mystery woman out of a small time country girl. Particularly is he remembered her as his mail delivery woman from Shikon Studios.

But worse, what if he didn't recognize her at all? Talk about humiliation-having made absolutely zero impression on a man she'd been a little infatuated with for two years.

"Come on, take it off," he urged, using that silky voice that had been known to get even the worst diva actress to quiet down and behave. "You've definitely aroused my...interest."

She wanted to refuse. Wanted to pop off some sultry, wicked remark about what else she hoped she'd aroused, then saunter out of there, leaving him quivering with lust. Or if not lust, at least curiosity.

But she didn't have any choice. She had to take it off.

She was reaching up to do exactly that when Daisetsu Kusunoki's voice boomed in the room. "Taoshi? What are you doing here? You're early."

Saved by the producer.

Sesshomaru turned around to greet Kusunoki. In that split-second when he was distracted, Kagome whipped off the veil, letting it fall from her fingers to the floor. The she sidestepped Sesshomaru and beelined for the door, barely sparing a nod for her boss.

Behind her, Sesshomaru called, "Wait, what's you're..."

But she was out the door before his last word left his mouth.

Sesshomaru Taoshi hadn't stopped thinking about the woman in the veil all week. (How could you ever not, she's so sexy!) He should have been focusing on a lot of other things-like the job he'd just accepted with Kusunoki to participate as the bachelor of his latest reality TV show and as co-director, since Daisetsu claimed he was one of the most eligible bachelors in Japan. (You better believe it!)

But how could he get her off his mind when the show revolved around seductive women in black velvet masks?

Kusunoki had been absolutely no help. He'd found it amusing that Sesshomaru-whose unwanted reputation as a ladies man stuck tighter than a piece of gum on his shoe-hadn't gotten the woman's name. When Sesshomaru had asked him to confirm she was a contestant on Ms. Personality, Kusunoki had laughed and replied," You'll be seeing her around."

So far, he'd only seen her in his dreams. (Can you dream about me??) Her dark blue-grey eyes, vivid and sparkling from behind the veil. Her incredible mouth, perfectly curved and ripe for kissing. Her sensational, sassy figure as she'd walked out the door. A flash of dark hair let loose behind her.

Everything except her face.

He was on the lookout for her at Kyoto Studios when he showed up the next week for a meeting, for which he was now fifteen minutes late. He'd given his notice at Shikon, saying he would be working with them from now on, and they'd reacted with typical vindictiveness, making it nearly impossible for him to get any time off to prepare for the job transition. They were holding him to the letter of his contract, so he had to stay a full three weeks. In the meantime he was participating as much as he could in the planning for the new show-which meant dealing with his new boss's assistant, a Ms. Higurashi, who'd been a snooty, annoying pain in the ass during their phone calls. And who he was now about to meet, face-to-face, for the first time.

"You're late," a woman's voice said as he approached a sixth floor boardroom where today's meeting was taking place.

Hmm...Ms. Higurashi, he presumed.

He watched her walk out of that boardroom, her body stiff beneath her severe, tightly buttoned up nave suit. (Imagine the Navy's uniform, without the hat of course, and a little domesticated) The clothes didn't work. Suits were meant for tall, statuesque women with iron in their veins. Not cute little sweethearts like this one.

She was petite in a way-probably only came up to his shoulder- and had about waist length black hair in a tight bun. Playful, wavy wisps of hair bounced at her temples as she moved; again, a sharp contrast to the shapeless, boxy suit in which she was dressed. Her face looking too young and out of place in a setting like this. She had a great mouth-with lips that were probably impossibly sexy when she smiled-and dark blue-grey eyes dominating her cute, pixie-like face.

But her expression wasn't cute and those lips weren't smiling.

"Mr. Kusunoki has a thing about tardiness."

"And I have a thing about no place to park," Sesshomaru shot back, staring hard at her, realizing that, for some reason, she seemed familiar to him. "You are Ms. Higurashi, I presume?"

As if sensing his curiosity, she lowered her gaze and turned slightly away. "Yes. Sorry. We're working on getting you an assigned spot. I called this morning and asked the parking attendant to direct you to Mr. Kusunoki's backup spot."

"They forgot," Then he thought about it. "He has a backup parking spot?" She nodded, sending those waves bouncing. "He's got kind of a car thing going on and usually has two on hand."

Rich, eccentric producers and their bizarre passions. At least Kusunoki's was just cars; Sesshomaru had definitely heard of much worse.

"Has the meeting started?"

"No. He's on the phone, and it might take a while."

For some reason, and for once, Sesshomaru didn't mind the delay. He suddenly has the urge to figure out just who this woman was, and why she'd been so cold to him.

Kagome cursed the phone call that had given her boss a chance to delay the start of the meeting-and had thrown her right into a private moment with Sesshomaru. Because the longer they talked, the more likely it was that he'd recognize her. She'd seen that flash of something in his eyes.

She would have known changing the way she dressed, and the way she wore her hair, wouldn't be enough of a disguise. It sure had amused her boss, though, who'd seen right through her efforts to keep Sesshomaru from figuring out who she was. Knowing Daisetsu, he'd probably arranged for the phone call. (I like the man, don't you people?)

Suddenly, her worst fears come true. Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed and his tilted. "Wait a minute," he said, stepping closer to peer into her face. "I know you." Kagome didn't say anything; she could hardly even breathe while she waited for him to continue. Because she couldn't be sure exactly how he remembered her...

A/N: So.....how was the story? Good? Bad? I must know!! Anyway, your reviews helped me a lot, so keep on reviewing! I know, it's kind of short, but I'll try to make it a little longer next time. More chapters will come soon, I want at least like 6 more reviews, okay people? It's not that hard right? (: Much love!

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