"You're going to WHAT?" Bakura laughed. This was insane – first he's hired by the one person who should be the last person to hire him, paid more than he'd made all of last year, and now he was going to be taken out to dinner in what he assumed was going to be a five-star restaurant.
"I said, I'm taking you out to dinner. We have business to discuss." The driver said, uneasily shifting his glasses.
Bakura crossed his legs, adjusting his bag, and proceeded to inform the driver of the obvious.
"Look, unless you haven't realized, I'm a goddamned prostitute! My business is discussed in the bedroom, or wherever you happen to prefer! I'm not exactly found in five fucking star restaurants! And especially not with you!"
The man made no sound, just smoothly pulled into the parking lot of Le Marseilles restaurant. It was indeed, a "five fucking star restaurant".
They both sat in the car, waiting for the other to make the first movement.
Then the driver spoke.
"I wouldn't have anything to do with you if I didn't need your expertise."
"I figured. But you say expertise – I said – and you know - I'm a fucking prostitute. My body is my trade. My skills are my knowledge. What the hell do you need with me?"
"Button your shirt up and leave your bag in the car." The man opened the door and started to walk towards the building.
Taken aback at this sudden action, Bakura slammed his door shut and laughed in amazement as he jogged to catch up with him.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? There is no way in hell I'm going in there! And do you also realize what'll happen when people see me in there with you? I'm not just some pretty face on the street – how do you fucking think you heard of me? Through business associates? Through employees of your bloody company?"
Suddenly, the driver whipped around and pressed a hand over Bakura's mouth to shut him up.
"You will not," he hissed, "utter a single word until I give you the O-K. When you do speak, I will not hear a single profanity, and I will not hear you mention your profession. You will act with dignity, and you will not tell anyone of what happens tonight. Understand?"
Nodding, Bakura breathed deeply when the man released him.
"Good," the man whispered, and they resumed the task of entering the building.
One they were in, the maitre'd hurried over to them and began to speak.
"Excuse me, sirs, do you have a reservation?"
The driver nodded. "Yes, it should be" – he pointed at the list the waiter was holding – "here."
"Ah, yes, I see. This way, Mr. Kaiba."
LSL: I KNOW! I'm a bad authoress. Not updating in forever, leaving you with a cliffie, and not having the next chapter (or plot, at that) done! But I WILL finish this fic. And I WILL get it updated. At least, I'll try... XD lol I 3 you all!
