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A First for Everything

Chapter 9

Inuyasha sat at his desk, typing away at his expensive black desktop. Soft clicks of the keys filled the air, signaling his active participation. The fleeting thought of Kagome and his brother plagued his mind. His mouth unconsciously frowned, the notion displeasing to him. A sigh escaped his lips and his fingers slowed over the keys.

Turning his head, he gazed at the phone that rested on the corner of his desk. 'Maybe I should call her,' he thought.

Hesitation crossed his face before he reached over and picked up the receiver. After dialing a few numbers, he placed the phone on his shoulder, cradling it between his shoulder blades and head. His fingers began to work across the keys again as he waited for Kagome to answer.

"Hello?" came the voice. It was rough and deep, obviously male.

'What the hell?" Inuyasha thought. "Who's this?" Inuyasha asked, his voice slightly irritated.

"Sano. Who is this?" responded the sarcastic male.

Inuyasha's fingers stopped moving, his head snapping up in attention. "Where the hell is Kagome?" Inuyasha barked. His anger was growing with every passing second.

"Kagome who?"

"Kagome Higurashi, who else? Now put her on!" he all but screamed into the phone. He made a mental note to ask Kagome just who this Sano fucker was. She should really stay away from these bastards.

"Listen here, asshole. There is no Kagome here. You've got the wrong fucking number," the annoyed male snapped.

The phone line went dead, leaving Inuyasha in shock. Pulling the phone away from his ear, he stared at the plastic, eyes wide in confusion. In an instant, his eyes narrowed. Beginning to pound a few more numbers into the phone, his fingers tapped restlessly on his desk.

"Good afternoon. Welcome to the Crescent Hotel. My name is Hiten. How may I help you?"

"Yeah," Inuyasha gruffly bit out. "I want to be connected to Kagome Higurashi's room immediately."

"I'm sorry, Sir," the voice answered. "Miss Higurashi checked out of our stay yesterday."

Inuyasha was baffled. "Checked out?" he stammered.

"Yes, Sir. Is there something else that we could help you with?" he asked politely.

"Uhh, no. Thank you," he replied, hanging up the receiver.

Bringing his hand up, he ran it through his silken strands. 'I can't believe that she did that without telling me!' he thought. 'What's next? A date with Miroku?'

"And then Inuyasha said 'Fuck you!'" Miroku finished, breaking off into cheery laughter.

Kagome couldn't help but laugh as well. After all, it had been a funny story. The date with Miroku had actually been going well so far. She was enjoying herself, and he was behaving himself, for the most part. It was besides the point that they had yet to discuss business. Miroku had taken her to a lovely restaurant. It was elegant, but yet surprisingly simple.

Kagome's good mood was broken when she felt a hand slide along her knee. Her grin faded as she tensed. Looking her date squarely in the eyes, she kicked out her foot, connecting with Miroku's shin.

He grunted and the hand immediately left her body.

"Miroku," she warned, "What did I tell you?"

He smiled lopsidedly before answering, "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. If you change your mind, just let me know?" He winked at her.

Kagome rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Men, always thinking about one thing," she muttered.

"How about we get out of here?" Miroku suggested.

Kagome's eyes widened and she looked at the man with disgust. "What!"

"Do you want to go to a club? I know of a good one that isn't too far from here...unless you want to go somewhere else," he replied smoothly.

Kagome blushed slightly. She was embarrassed. For once Miroku had not meant to be perverted. Nodding her head lightly, she said, "The club sounds good. Let's go."

Sesshomaru sat amongst the bright exotic lights, casually sipping his drink. Loud music spun around him, fueling the energetic atmosphere. People milled around behind him, but none dared to come too close to the man. He seemed out of place. The cold, unaffected man stood out sorely amongst the lively crowd.

His tailored clothes hung snugly to his lean muscular frame, leaving his body as eye candy to the ladies. It hid nothing. One could see the slight tremors of his powerful muscles every time he moved.

A tall, slim woman sat near his side. Her dark hair was pulled up, revealing her slim white neck. The blue dress she wore plunged low, exposing her cleavage. As she crossed her legs, the material rode up, showing more of her thigh than was necessary.

Sesshomaru looked over at her, letting his eyes to fall to her long spindly legs. 'They would feel good wrapped around me,' he thought to himself. He smirked evilly at her. The simple action was seductive, even at his worst. She blushed slightly, moving closer to his form. Placing a hand on his arm, she moved it slowly up and down.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer before turning back to the dancers before him.

His eyes scanned the crowd, momentarily pausing here and there. Immediately stopping, his eyes narrowed, straining to focus more. His eyes carefully retraced over every inch of the infected area, looking for confirmation. Had he been mistaken, or had he just seen Miroku?

Leaning forward slightly, his arm loosened around the woman, momentarily forgotten.

A flash of sapphire and soft raven locks shot across his vision before getting lost in the crowd once more. 'Kagome,' his mind growled. He had not been mistaken. Miroku was here...and he had brought Kagome.

Scowling, he brought his drink to his lips, pounding back the remainder of the liquid. Why was she always in his mind? Her presence was always so close to him, taunting him. And after that stunt she had pulled yesterday...'No one insults this Sesshomaru in such a manner,' he thought angrily. He did not realize that the light growl had escaped his lips.

"Sesshomaru?" the woman questioned, her lips falling close to his face. Snapping out of his gaze, he pulled at her, planting a fierce kiss on her painted lips.

"Shut up and come with me, Kagura," he whispered as he licked her ear. Shuddering, Kagura nodded, allowing herself to be pulled along by the beautiful man.

"Vodka and sours," Kagome called out to the bartender, her voice slightly elevated to compensate for the loud music.

Seeing a curt nod from the burly man, she turned back around, facing the tall dark haired man beside her.

"Nice choice, Kagome. I had no idea that you would be such a fiend for the vodka," Miroku told her, smiling greatly.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him. "And I had no idea that you were such a pussy, Miroku. Light beer, really!" she retorted.

"I've got to watch my girlish figure," Miroku replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Kagome looked over him, thinking to herself. After a moment, she said, "You know what?"

Miroku's eyebrows rose evilly. "And what's that? Do you want to leave already? I can take you back to my place."

Her face turned to pure revulsion as she shook her head violently. "I think I'll pass. I was going to say that you should meet my friend, Sango. I think that she could keep you in line."

Eyes lighting up, he responded happily, "Keep me in line? Sounds kinky. I like that. Is she as beautiful as you are?"

Laughing, Kagome nodded, "Even more so."

Reaching back, she picked up her newly arrived drink and took a sip.

"Kagome?"

Kagome looked over at Miroku, waiting for him to continue.

"It might be rude to ask, but...what is going on between you and Sesshomaru?"

Kagome gagged slightly, not prepared for that question. 'Oh Kami! What do I say?' he mind panicked. Sighing, she caught her composure after hiding her uncomfortable moment in another sip of her drink.

"Nothing, Miroku. He's just an egotistical, controlling pig. I just like to inform him of that," she said smoothly.

Before Miroku could move to respond, a baritone voice cut him off.

"I see that you two are working diligently once again."

Kagome's heart stopped momentarily before she turned to the voice.

"Mr. Tashio!" Miroku called out nervously. 'Oh, I hope that he didn't hear any of our conversation,' Miroku thought.

Sesshomaru's face was hard, tightly drawn in annoyance. His golden eyes were wielded into tiny slits, the glowing amber barely peaking out. He was watching every move that the two were making. His eyes momentarily roved down Kagome's body before retreating to her face.

Kagome stared stiffly at Sesshomaru, her body tense. 'But he does look damn good,' she thought. Kagome's heart fell slightly as she looked at the tall, beautiful woman that clung close to his side. 'I'm such a fool,' she thought.

"And who is this lovely creature?" Miroku asked, his eyes taking in the leggy woman.

Smiling arrogantly, the woman held out her hand. "I am Kagura. And who would you be?"

"I am Miroku, the CEO of Mr. Tashio's company." Pointing to Kagome, he added, "And this is Kagome. She is a client of ours."

The woman looked down at Kagome, glaring in disgust at Kagome. She turned back to Sesshomaru, pressing herself against him. "Sesshy, your employees date your clients? Doesn't that make you sick?"

Sesshomaru held back the desire to say yes. Instead, he responded with a slight grunt, and quick tightening of his fists.

Kagome's eyes flashed angrily, her fists clenching at her sides. Placing her hand on her slim thigh, she turned back to Miroku, tilting her head to the side. Her bright blue eyes shone with trouble, making Miroku suck in a breath of air in anxiousness.

"My, my, Miroku. I had no idea that your boss bought whores."

Miroku's eyes went wide, his mouth falling open in shock.

Sesshomaru growled again, his eyes narrowing even further. 'That bitch,' he thought. However, before he could respond, Kagura stepped in.

She glared at Kagome, her nose scrunched egotistically at the smaller female. "You're just jealous because you can't have him and I do. It's not my fault that you do not have the class and sophistication that I do."

Kagome raised an eyebrow at the woman. 'Who does she think she is? Jealous am I? Oh, I'll show her jealous.'

"I have no reason to be jealous. I've already had him, twice in fact. You may have my leftovers. He is nothing special."

Sesshomaru pushed past the fuming Kagura, sending her to the side. He stepped towards the smaller woman slowly. His figure imposed over her, causing her heart to race. 'Stay calm,' she thought.

"You weren't saying that when you moaned my name," he said softly, leaning to her.

She snorted at him, leaning back from his closing form. "Don't you know that woman can fake orgasms?" she shot back.

He frowned, stepping closer. "I'll show you fake," he growled.

Grabbing her arms, he pulled her to him, kissing her roughly. His lips covered hers completely, suffocating her. Kagome almost melted in his velvety lips. 'I can't give in!' her mind screamed. Swiftly lifting her hands, she pushed him away from her. He tried to hold on to her, but she pulled her head back, ripping away from his tempting lips. Kagome panted, her eyes wild. She had almost surrendered.

A sudden motion flashed through the corner of her eye. Quickly whipping her head to the direction of the movement, the sight shocked her. A slight gasp escaped her suddenly dry throat.

Kagura's hand was held dangerously close to her face. The woman's was twisted into anger and jealousy. But it was Sesshomaru's hand that had kept the blow from reaching her face. Sesshomaru's hard glare bore into Kagura, making her visibly shiver.

Pulling her hand away furiously, she yelled, "What? You're now protecting this slut? Don't tell me you care about her!"

"She's my client. She creates a considerable income for my company," he replied stoically.

Kagome's frustration was pushed over the edge. All the shock flew from her eyes with that remark. Any amount of compassion that she had found in his protective action had disappeared.

"Yeah, I'll make you something," she darkly muttered under her breath, the words lost in the pumping music.

Turning back to the stunned Miroku, she picked up his hand. Batting her eyes, she loudly proclaimed, "I would be more than happy to bare your children. If the offer is still good, that is."

She could have sworn that she saw Sesshomaru flinch from the corner of her eye. She heard a small snarl before his whipped through his hair. Sesshomaru muttered, "Wench," underneath his breath. He turned on his heel sharply. He walked away, leaving Kagura behind.

The woman blinked, confused as she stared after him. Snapping out of her daze, she started after him, calling out, "Sesshy! Wait for me!"

Miroku still stared at Kagome. Moving closer to her, he slipped an arm around her waist. Startled, Kagome jumped back from the unwanted contact, glaring at him.

"Get off of me," she barked.

"But, Kagome," he started. "I thought that you..."

"I was lying, you pervert."

Turning away from him, she pounded back the rest of her drink. 'Sesshy,' she thought. 'What a stupid nickname. It's obvious that she has no brain.' Miroku shifted nervously, the small woman before him now terrifying.

"I'm going home," she announced. Not even waiting for Miroku to reply, she stormed off, disappearing into the crowd.

TBC....