A/N: Wow, I've noticed SO many spelling errors on my the last chapter.. I better write thoroughly, and please excuse the way I make the characters talk. Most of my friends are guys, and when you hang around guys a lot you get used to the way they talk.. and I think that's what lead me to write such a dirty(I hope not!) fan fiction, hahaha, enjoy !

PS. I never knew what the D. Corp actually did -- so I kind of just made it up hahaha.

Tsukasa woke up with an empty feeling inside. He slowly sat up and noticed nothing, no one was there. His big white bed, with tangled bed sheets, but no one there. It seemed all like a dream, something burned inside of him last night, something he couldn't resist. It was a dream. He slowly started to dress, and went outside to get something to eat. Then he noticed a piece of paper on the table: Last night was great, thanks for the ride too. Love Tsukushi.

No, it wasn't a dream.

But it's not supposed to be this way. It made it seem like a one night stand. "Last night was great?" what kind of phrase is that? He didn't want this to be just a one-nighter, he wanted this to last.

Tsukasa got fully dressed and headed off to work.

"Sir, your meeting with Mr. Suzuki is in 30 minutes."

His personal secretary reminded him. Tsukasa sat in his big business chair and looked out the window behind him. So many people, so many relationships, so many lives. He was lost in his own thoughts; 30 minutes seemed to have passed by very quickly.

"Ah! Mr. Doumyouji I'm so glad that I had your schedule for today." A mid-aged man walked in hands full of paper works and other documents. D. Corp was a world wide entertainment agency. Several thousands of celebrities all around the world were part of the group, and there were still more to grow.

"I've recently come to a thought, maybe our agency should have signed models too. From runway models to just magazine cover models. And so I want to combine your agency, Mr. Suzuki, and our agency." Tsukasa calmly suggested.

"Oh, absolutely, I was looking forward..."

"But!" Tsukasa interrupted.

"I only want your best models." He added.

"Not a worry sir! I've brought their portfolios with me today." He pulled out a binder full of folders, Model Portfolios.

"Alright then, I'll look through them and give you a call tomorrow." He waved his hand motioning him to get out.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Doumyouji!" The man crawled out the door.

Almost everyone in the building had returned home, but Doumyouji was still in his office thinking about the girl last night. "Well, I need to get to work, let me see..." He pulled out the binder and started looking through them.

Sure, these models were drop dead gorgeous, he created a list of models me wanted. From Super runway models to provocative magazine model. He was quickly scanning through the pages when he saw a familiar face. He stopped to take a good look on the profile.

Name: Makino Tsukushi
Age: 20
Birthday: December 28, 1984
Height/Weight: 5'8" / 125 lbs.
Blood Type: B
Status: Magazine/fashion model.

A short profile, with a sexy picture of her caught his eyes. Her hair was in loose but thick curls, with plump licks, and almost no make-up. She was wearing low rise jeans with no shirt. But she managed to cover her breasts with her hand and arm, with a finger slightly touching her lips.

He gave a triumphant smirk and added her to the list of models, encircling her name.

She glanced at her watch and it was almost time for her to get to work. There were men waiting for their drinks, and other bartenders coming in and out for their shifts.

She was wearing a white bandeau and black dress pants with heels to show off her perfect figure. Today her hair was in thick curls and topped with a black fedora hat.

She was just about to take orders when the manager told her about the 4 VIP guests. She hurried up the glass stairs to greet them. "Welcome to Iris, I am your bartender of the night, Tsukushi Makino, I can make just about anything, but I specialize in cocktails with tequila and vodka." She looked up to see her customers and she noticed who they were.

"You look stunning today Kushi!" Akira exclaimed.

"I prefer not to have any strange nicknames."

Kushi was a rather unsatisfying nickname. She took a glance at Tsukasa who looked as if he was debating what to do. "So, what would you boys take tonight?"

"I just came to see you baby" Akira started into her eyes.

Tsukushi rolled her eyes. "Actually we've come to congratulate you." Tsukasa appeared from behind and gave her a smirk. "You've been accepted to the D. corp. modeling agency."

"I never knew they had a modeling agency thing going on, and how do you know?" She looked up at him suspiciously. Even if she was 5'8" he was still taller, maybe around 6'4".

"Well missy, if you didn't know this young man right here is THE famous..." Soujirou was about to talk, but Tsukasa cut him off. "Don't you know? It's all over the net. Now YOU need to get a life." He gently pushed her forehead with his long index finger.

"Um.. Excuse me? No you should did not, at least I'm not the sitting in front of the computer screen stalking models. You PERV" she turned around and walked to the table suddenly realizing this is the man she slept with last night. "Gross, what an idiot!" she thought to herself.

"Well, I'm going to go check out the ladies tonight, come on Akira let's go." Soujirou tugged on Akira to go with him. Rui, as usually didn't really seem to care, he examined the different kinds of alcohols displayed and walked around. Tsukushi got out of her booth and walked out the private mini-balcony.

The cool air of the summer night surely felt good. The inside of the bar was steaming from all that body heat, she smiled thinking of it. When she heard footsteps she turned around to see Tsukasa in a rather formal outfit. "Why are you in a suit?" she questioned. "Well, I just came from work..." He shyly smiled and put his hands in his pants pockets. Tsukushi jumped and sat on the stone railing facing Tsukasa. "My feet hurts" she gently tossed her heel on the floor and placed her hands under her thighs.

Tsukasa walked towards her and stood in between her legs. His hands were out of his pockets and on the stone railing next to her legs on each side. "How tall are you?" a random question from Tsukushi made him smile a bit. "Taller than you." He answered, "No how tall are you?" she said in a flirty voice.

"About 6 feet and 5 inches. Why?"

"Just wondering."

Tsukushi has always been so tall, and to finally meet someone taller than her made her feel safe. Of course there are a lot of men taller than her, but to actually connect with someone, she felt safe.

She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and massaged them. He slowly tried to loosen his tie when she loosed the tie and unbuttoned the first button for him. He drew closer to her and wrapped his arms around h tiny waist, and she leaned in for a kiss. But she didn't kiss him right away, she had her lips just barely touching his and whispered "Oh, and by the way, you were great last night, in bed." She teased him, gave him a smirk and kissed him. She moaned as she gently tugged on his lower lip with her teeth.

She leaped down from the railing and hugged him tightly. Listening to his heart beat. It was something unusual but Tsukasa didn't mind, he just hand one firm hand on her back and the other around her waist.

Tsukushi had gone through so many things, alone. She has no one to confess to, no one to run to. She just hopes he can be the one, the one she can confess to, the one she can run to.