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Chapter Four
Tomoyo strode into the dining room at about seven o'clock. She'd only just got back from riding and had rushed straight to the dinner. Therefore she was surprised when Pierre had accosted her at the entrance. "Suzuki-san? A table has been prepared for you and your husband. Come right this way."
Tomoyo followed the chef to a little room connected to the usual restaurant. The light was low and Tomoyo felt her eyes drawn to the high window. The moonlight was streaming through. Upon the table was a plain white table cloth and placed in the centre were two silver candlesticks. The new wife smiled as she sat on the exquisite wooden chair Pierre had pulled out for her. He poured some wine and discreetly departed after mentioning Taro would join her as soon as possible.
Tomoyo looked at the red wine in it's beautiful yet fragile glass. She gave a small smile of gratification as she noticed the small pink and purple petals scattered against the snow white cloth. Taro had many romantic ideas it was true and it was the small ideas that made her feel loved. She took a tiny sip of her wine and relaxed.
An hour later Pierre entered. "Suzuki-san has called down with apologies for his lateness. There has been problems with the New York branch. Me, I did not quite understand but he says you may begin." Tomoyo nodded. She was hungry but she didn't want to ruin this chance to spend time with Taro. "That is fine. I'll wait. Thank-you."
"Once he comes in. Just send for me."
Three hours later. Tomoyo had refilled her own wine a number of times. He's not coming. He might come as soon as I leave. Tomoyo had given in and ordered herself food long ago but she'd still saved room. Just in case. She stared up at the night's sky and her mind wandered back to her wedding night. She tried not to think of it. Instead she recited the four times tables. She heard the door creak open. Taro had come!
"Jesus! You scared the hell out of me." came an irritated voice. It was too low for Taro.
"Touya-san?"
"What are you still doing here? The restaurant closes at ten."
"I'm waiting for Taro."
"But Pierre made up your order already."
"Well I thought Taro would come soon so I ordered anyway."
Touya's expression softened, "Tomoyo-chan, Taro-san rang down about two hours ago to say he wouldn't be able to come." His brow furrowed in concentration, "Something about the trees in New York."
Tomoyo giggled despite herself.
"What?"
"Nothing. I guess I may as well go to bed then."
Touya's mouth opened in astonishment, "You mean you stayed here all evening by yourself?"
"Yes," said Tomoyo clutching on to her dignity.
"And you didn't finish one bottle of wine?"
"Did you expect me to get drunk?" asked Tomoyo in mock disdain.
"No. You are far too much a lady for that, Tomoyo-sama however I, uncouth man that I am, propose to finish that bottle and hopefully you'll join me."
They sat for a long time chatting aimlessly and finishinga couplemore bottles. Maybe it was the wine or the setting but they found themselves opening up to each other like flowers in blossom.
"So, Touya-san have you no other ambitions above being an odd jobs man?"
"It's not an ambition but I take work where I find it and it's not bad. Plus I may be an odd job man but I'm a five star odd job man."
"But it can't pay well and you're obviously intelligent."
"Well we can all guess you judge a man by his bank balance?"
"Excuse me." Tomoyo was genuinely hurt.
"Well look at your husband. Mr. One thousand credit cards."
"That's not why I married him."
Touya's smile was a perfect mixture of teasing and taunting, "Prove it."
"I don't know how."
"Have any of your boyfriends that have not been wealthy?"
Tomoyo blushed. " See? I knew I was right."
"It's not fairMother sent meto posh schools when I was at the dating age. But I will prove it."
"You can't!" smirked Touya in triumph.
"I may be kind of quiet but I never back down from a challenge," said Tomoyo with a small smile.
"Wha?" started Touya but had to break off due to the raven haired beauty launching herself at him. Her lips were like fire which seemed to catch on his own mouth and rush down to his belly.
He pushed her off though his gyt instinct told him to hold her close. Her blue eyes sparkled in victory. "Well, Touya-san, do you believe me?"
"Sure I believe you. I also believe you've had a little too much to drink."
Pink tinted her beautiful pale cheeks. "I have haven't I? I can't believe I did that. I can't hold drink very well, I'm afraid. I better go to bed. I'm sorry Touya-san." She stood up and left him sitting on the carpeted floor.
I was just joking I didn't expect her to react like that. Was it just too prove a point? Just the alcohol? Or was it real? He shook his head. His destiny was unrequited love. Like Kaho, like Yukito and if he wasn't careful Tomoyo. Don't get too close. That was his rule. It was better that way. He didn't know it but the sight of him dejectedly clearing Tomoyo's dinner and the wine bottles would've made her heart ache.
A/N: I know this is short but hey better a short update than none at all right? Hope you enjoy it and please keep reading and reviewing.
