Pretty Man

The taxi came to a stop outside the Hiko Royal Suites' and Misao quickly opened her briefcase when the driver gave her the total bill of hers and…his travels.

"Thank you." Misao spoke politely and watched the taxi drive off, her eyes now moving to the tall man gazing high up at the building.

"Impressive isn't it" Misao cocked her head to the side, watching green-grey orbs flicker down to her, but all he did was shrug his shoulders and went back to gazing at the building. Misao cleared her throat getting his attention once more..

"Please do the buttons up on your jacket, this place doesn't take kindly to…your kind." Misao felt irked saying that. His kind… What the hell was with that? He was human, just like her and the only thing that was different about the both of them was the fact he was a…

"If you say so…" Came the deep reply, her eyes widening as he was heading up the stairs towards the main lobby.

"Wait for me" Misao yelled in her not so business like voice. Well it was after hours wasn't it? She raced up the steps and pushed past him as she smiled sweetly at the doorman who opened the door for her and gave her "companion" and odd look since his attire wasn't as sophisticated as hers.

"Pretty snobby looking, but I guess it'll have to do." Misao narrowed her eyes at her tall "friend" and grabbed his wrist pulling him towards the elevators and hit the button to go up. They gave off a soft chime and the doors opened to reveal a young woman, maybe a little older then Misao stepping out.

"Going up Miss" She spoke professionally, as she was the controller of the lifts for this evening.

"Yes, to the penthouse please." Misao walked in.

"Oh wow, the penthouse, how exciting" Came a voice laced with boredom. Misao bristled as she turned around to eye him threateningly but he was looking elsewhere, leaning against the side of the elevator, one foot casually crossed over the other and his arms crossed low on his chest. Misao 'hmphed' lightly and turned to stare at the elevator wall, but it happened to be mirrored and could only stare at the man who was intently staring back at her and directly into her eyes too. He however broke the contact between them as he felt another pair of eyes on him. Turning he found brown eyes looking curiously up at him. A side of his mouth curled up and he "strutted" over to the now wide-eyed woman as he leaned over her (since she was a short woman) and spoke in a low husky voice.

"50,000 Yen honey and you could get a better look at me." Not only did brown eyes widen to saucers, a pair of ocean-blue did the same. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Misao quickly pushed the tall man out of the lifts and flushed in embarrassment at the woman.

"Please disregard what he said, he's quite intoxicated." Misao walked off after that, the lift woman watching the two of them until her doors shut to head back down to the main lobby.

"Damn stupid cardboard piece of junk. Whatever happened to keys" Misao grumbled frustratingly but blinked numerous times as the security card key to get into the penthouse was taken from her hands by a larger one. She watched as he slipped the card in once, pulled it out and noticed the light turned green and the door gave off a clicking noise.

"You first…" He spoke in a cocky manner and Misao snatched the card from his fingers and walked inside turning on several lights.

"I don't think I've ever been in a penthouse before." Green-grey eyes gazed around the room as he stood in the main living area.

"Well knock yourself out and look around while I get some work done." He eyed the young woman, but did as she said and brushed his hand over a large bookcase. He bent down noticing a bar fridge and opened it up to see all sorts of alcoholic beverages. Though the place was obviously expensive, he had already become bored.

His orbs flickered over to the young woman currently sitting at the mahogany desk. She had on a pair of thin framed glasses as she read over some sheets of paper, her now bare feet resting on the wood of the desk, she leaning on her chair, bringing the front two legs off the plush white carpet. He quirked his lips at her, though very much unnoticed by Misao and stood up silently heading towards her. He eyed her calmly, standing right beside her but she was so deep in thought as she chewed on the end of her pen that she didn't even notice him right there. That was all forgotten when pieces of paper fluttered to the ground, he having dumped whatever was on the table onto the carpet.

"What the…" Misao remarked as her spreadsheets and graphs were snatched out of her hands by quicker fingers and dumped on the ground, she now noticing more of her work lay there as well. Her eyes did not focus long on the ground and lifted up to see him sitting on her desk. She looked down, eyes widening, as her small feet happened to be between his leather clad spread thighs, legs swaying slightly as his feet did not touch the ground. Misao observed, heart quickening as he leaned forward, one hand resting on her armrest while the other came up to her face and took off her glasses.

"So, now that you have me here, what do you plan to do with me" How could his voice become so sultry, so sexy in the span of ten minutes?

"I am not having sex with you if that's what you're thinking."

"I'm not about to sleep with a child." He caught her hand before it could strike his face and leaned even closer, his spare hand lifting up and cupping Misao's chin.

"I'd call myself a gigolo…not a prostitute." He leaned back then watching as Misao eyed him, a scornful look on her face as she asked him her own question.

"Aren't they the same thing"

"Gigolo's do not sleep with their clients. They can if they wish, but we mainly like to see ourselves more as escorts and entertainers, bringing women's desires and fantasies to life without spoiling it by having meaningless sex with the exchange of money." Misao did nothing but stare up at him. She had to bite her tongue from actually snapping back a comment like "that's pretty deep for someone like you", but instead she stood up, hands on hips as she spoke once more.

"You never told me your name, Shinomori is it" He was unfazed by the narrowed look as Misao bent down to gather her papers together.

"Yes that's correct, but you can refer to me as Aoshi-sama."

"Sama? Are you insane, I am paying for you remember"

"This is true, but I can call you 'sama' as well if you like."

"Hmm, Misao-sama does have a nice ring to it."

"Then Misao-sama it is." Aoshi spoke while getting off the desk, not even helping Misao with cleaning up the mess he had created.

"I've got a question for you. Do women actually enjoy you being their 'entertainer' or 'escort' as you put it because you're very…stoic." Misao raised her eyes to watch as Aoshi undid the buttons on his jacket, slipping his arms out of it and threw it carelessly over a dining room chair.

"Oh, I can pretty much be anything you want within reason of course. Perhaps to break the ice you could give me my first payment." He held a cocky grin; one hand resting on his hip while the other fingered some silky material thrown over another chair. It looked like a robe.

"Oh, right, so how much" Misao had to blink for a minute there for she thought that was a small smile occupying his lips. She shook it off as a hallucination and observed as he walked towards her still crouching form on the carpet.

"Oh, I'd say 10,000 Yen for now."

"10,000 Yen? Are you serious" Misao bellowed in surprise.

"I never joke about money."

"It's quite the expensive business." Misao commented and watched a crooked smile break onto his lips, a wink coming from the tall man as he helped her up from her crouched position on the floor.

"Aa, Misao-sama…" She sighed lightly and moved to her briefcase fishing through her wallet for the cash.

"Here, Aoshi-sama…" He quirked his lips at that and placed the notes inside his discarded jackets pocket. That's when he felt a soft breeze caress the back of his neck and turned to see the balcony door was slightly ajar.

"I bet you could see Mt Fuji-san from here." He spoke, while leaning over the balconies brick railing to look down to see if any other suites' had their lights on…or if people were on their own balconies.

"I'll take your word for it, I'm never out there myself."

"Why is that"

"I don't like heights."

"So, why do you get the penthouse then"

"Because there are none on ground floors, my secretary has already looked around Tokyo for me." He quirked an eyebrow at the secretary part, this indicating she was obviously a manager of something.

"Aa…" He spoke softly and headed back inside. She was again at her desk reading over some graphs and so he went to the lounge and sat down, flicking through a magazine or two before turning on the television.

XxXxXxX

He heard the sound of a sigh and glanced his head over his shoulder at Misao. She was stretching her arms, her eyes opening and locking with his for a moment.

"Are you hungry? I can call room service if you like"

"Aa…" Misao was becoming annoyed again. Why if she had it her way he'd be speaking more then one word answers! Her eyes widened at her newest thought. She did have her way. She was paying for him, so he basically had to do what she said right? Misao picked up the phone on the desk and dialed 9 for reception.

"Good evening, I'm staying in the penthouse and wanted to know whether it was too late to order something to eat? …Oh fantastic, well I'm looking at the menu now so I'd like to order some pancakes, ice cream and strawberries. …Thank you very much." She hung up the phone, green-grey eyes still eyeing her silently.

"Do you like pancakes"

"Aa…" Her hand fisted on the desk. There was that damn 'aa' again.

Xx 15 minutes later xX

There was a knock at the door and Aoshi stood up muttering he'd get it and opened it up to see a waiter come into the penthouse wheeling a trolley with a covered tray on top. He placed it on the dining table and then silently looked up at Aoshi, who did nothing but eye him back.

"Oh, I'm sorry here, thank you so much." Misao spoke while placing a tip in the waiter's hand and walked him to the door closing it behind him. She turned to look at Aoshi who had already taken the tray lid off the food and had bent down slightly to smell the syrup on the pancakes.

"You can go ahead and eat you know." Misao spoke heading back to the desk and sat down in the chair once more.

"You won't be joining me" Aoshi questioned Misao and listened to her mumble something about getting her paperwork back into order.

"Suit yourself." Aoshi replied once more before placing two of the pancakes onto a plate and began eating them.

Ten minutes later he had wolfed down another two and decided to start on the fast melting vanilla ice cream. Misao eyes had lifted away from her work and silently watched Aoshi, who had now since moved to the coffee table, sitting cross-legged under it and scooped ice cream into his mouth. She observed him, becoming absorbed in his actions, as the spoon lifted (as though in slow motion) to his lips, mouth opening and tongue coming out to lick the melted ice cream away. Misao quickly tore her eyes away. Why did he have to look so damn appealing in everything he did? He was eating ice cream for crying out loud!

Her eyes lifted at the distinctive clink of metal being dropped into a bowl and watched Aoshi rise from his seated position on the floor and head for his jacket placing it on.

"Well you've paid me for the last four hours, but in truth I think its about time I head back to my ow"

"Stay with me."

"Come again" Aoshi questioned, not sure if he had heard right and turned to face Misao who had risen from the chair.

"Please, stay the night here. I know I haven't been great company, but it feels nice to have someone around the penthouse so…will you stay the night? Oh and don't worry I can still pay you by the hour in case you were wondering." Aoshi eyed her silently watching as Misao began to fidget under his steady gaze. She was…extremely cute like that.

"I'm yours for the night." He muttered back and took off his jacket before sitting himself back down on the carpet and picked up the bowl of strawberries he hadn't eaten yet. He very well couldn't allow good food go to waste. Because Aoshi's back was turned to Misao, his eyes watching the television he had missed her small smile.

Xx Three more hours have passed by xX

Aoshi sat on the floor of the lounge area in the penthouse, resting up on his elbows as he intently watched the show on television. His face expression almost looked bored, but a corner of his lips was quirked up, but he wasn't exactly going to burst out in fits of laughter. The show was funny, but it wasn't that funny. There was a soft thump from behind him and he turned off the television and looked over his shoulder to see the "workaholic" Misao-sama asleep at her desk.

Aoshi walked over to the desk, pulling the chair out lightly, Misao fidgeting at the disturbance and then he picked her up bridal style in his arms. She was so light, so fragile it seemed. Aoshi found his way easily to the master bedroom, holding the sleeping woman to his chest while one hand went quickly to the bed sheets to pull the covers away. He observed as soon as Misao was amongst the soft covers, she snuggled her head into the pillows, a small smile playing on her lips and a contented sigh escaped them.

"You look way too young to be here by yourself little one." Aoshi muttered while playing with a loose strand of Misao's silky locks.

"Stupid Shinomori…real stupid." He mumbled to himself before turning off the light and heading out of the room.

Xx The next morning xX

The shuffling of papers awoke Aoshi from his slumber. He cracked an eye open, turning his head to the left to see a pair of legs covered in dress trousers move about the other side of the room. The coffee table was blocking most of his view as he lay sprawled on the floor on his stomach and only had a cushion as his pillow. Aoshi grunted while sitting up, a hand lifting up to rake through his messy locks.

"Sleep well" Came a cheery voice from the other side of the room. Aoshi had to blink several times as he looked about the place.

Misao on her part had finally taken her eyes from her newspaper and now wished she hadn't. There he was"her" Aoshi-sama for the evening sitting up on the plush carpet, yawning while trying to focus his eyes more as they darted about the large room and to top it all off he was shirtless!

"Where am I" Aoshi mumbled to himself but a little too loudly as Misao had heard and retorted back, thinking that what she said was actually quite funny.

"Is that like an occupational hazard for you" Aoshi focused his eyes on laughing ocean blue ones. He thought he knew that voice and his assumption was correct. There sat "Misao-sama" at her desk, papers in hand as though she hadn't left there even though he had placed her in the bedroom himself. Oh how he hated those laughing eyes and decided he'd definitely have to get her back for that remark.

Misao gulped as Aoshi stood up, walking casually towards her, but looking quite enticing while doing so and placed his hands on her armrests leaning his face close to her now slightly pink one. A corner of his lips twitched, he having ducked his head to lightly brush his lips over the side of Misao's neck…a very pink neck now that is.

"What's for breakfast" Aoshi mumbled before pulling away. Misao's face looked like it was going to explode.

"U-Um it's coming.

Perhaps you'd like to sh-shower first"

"Do you want to join me" Her eyes widened in pure shock at his simply put question and watched as he walked off, broad bare shoulders shaking lightly as he chuckled lowly to himself. It sounded nice. Misao shook her head and smacked her hand to her forehead. This was definitely not good…especially the idea forming in her mind.

Xx Twenty Minutes Later xX

Misao moved to the bathroom door and knocked lightly on it.

"Are you still alive in there"

"No…" Was the muffled reply.

"Aoshi-sama, I have a proposition for you"

"Oh and what would that be" Misao jerked back as the door opened, steam escaping the room as she watched with wide eyes as Aoshi emerged to lean against the door…NAKED! He wasn't that naked, save for the towel that was wrapped snuggly around his narrow hips. Just the way his bangs spiked up, droplets of excess water fell from his head and ran down his chiseled face. Of course they didn't stop there and continued along a pathway down his finely muscled chest only to have it follow yet another trail to head further down "south".

By now Misao had lost all speech…and any coherent thoughts.

Xx To be continued xX