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Chapter 3

'Finally, a chance to straighten out this whole 'Kaiba' situation.' Anzu thought, when she saw Britney's door slightly opened. She walked towards the room with determination. Since her door was slightly opened, it meant that she wasn't with a client. Pushing it open with one hand, Anzu practically sprinted into her room. "You!" She pointed her finger towards an eating Britney.

Swallowing the last bit of her sandwich, Britney raised both her hands up in mock surrender. Stomping over, Anzu placed her hands on her hips, taping her foot in annoyance. "What?" Britney asked innocently.

"What?" Anzu was furious. "What, you ask? Why didn't you ever call me back? Or answer my messages?"

"I was busy," Britney shrugged and took a sip from her soda can innocently.

"For a week?" Anzu all but screeched out.

"Oh, you expected me to call you back when you threatened to kill me?" Britney defensively pointed out. "I thought you needed some time to relax and calm down before you did something irrational." She pouted. A move she only did for her mother when she was in trouble.

"You had me massage Kaiba! My nemesis! You never told me that I was covering you for an hour massage with Seto Kaiba!" Anzu bit out. Britney's mouth formed an 'o' shape as Anzu nodded her head in acknowledgment.

"Anzu, I thought you knew. At least I thought you'd realize by the end of his first visit." Britney explained. Letting out a defeated sigh, Anzu sat on the massage table.

"No, I didn't." The blue-eyed brunette grumbled. "I figured it out last week..." Laughing out loud, Britney looked at Anzu in disbelief.

"Last week? How in the hell did his identity slip past you?" Britney raised an eyebrow. "How did you find out? Did he have some kind of birthmark that only you have had the privilege of seeing?" She questioned suggestively with eyes wide—her voice hopeful.

"What? No!" Britney still gave her a suggestive look, making Anzu gape her mouth at her friend. "I said no! I found out because of his jacket. It had a 'KC' on it…a logo belonging only to Seto Kaiba." She explained bluntly. "Honestly Britney, I never knew you were like those crazed fan girls. No wonder he wanted to switch masseuses."

"Hell, Anzu! It's Seto Kaiba! Anyone would go crazy for him. Some would even be crazy enough to risk their jobs—simply to fondle that man."

"You know where the room is, right, Mr. Kaiba?" The receptionist asked loudly. Anzu and Britney were quiet and just stared at each other. Standing up, Anzu looked down the hallway to see if Kaiba had entered her room yet.

"He's coming now? Isn't he early?" Shrugging, Anzu missed the question. "Does he know who you are?"

"No. Thank God for that. Do you realize what would happen if he ever found out?" Anzu had closed the door, until she could still see the hallway through a crack. At the same moment she pulled the door Kaiba came down the hallway. Subconsciously, Anzu sunk down—making sure she wasn't visible to him. "Dear God, it's Kaiba. It really is," she whispered in shock.

"Oh, stop that Anzu. You look like some paranoid criminal." Britney said a little too loud. Kaiba stood in front of Anzu's room looking at his watch. Not hearing her approach—Anzu almost screamed when she realized Britney was next to her.

"Let me do something..." Britney giggled as she pushed passed Anzu. Anzu stopped Britney from grabbing the doorknob.

"Do what?" She questioned hesitantly.

"I need to talk to my mother." Britney lied. Against all her intuition Anzu stepped aside to let Britney out of the room. All of Anzu's fears were realized when she saw Britney raise her hand and call out. "Hello Mr. Kaiba! How are you?" It was too late to pull the masseuse back into the room—preferably by the hair. Anzu stepped away from the door.

You better not do anything I'll have to kill you for, Anzu thought to herself.

"Good." Anzu heard the gruff reply and cringed. That was definitely Kaiba, without a doubt. Who else sounded that cold?

"That's good. So how do you like your new masseuse? Do you find her nice? Cute? Datable?" Datable! Just what in the hell was that girl pulling? Did Britney really want to embarrass her? But embarrassment didn't stop her from leaning towards the door to hear his response.

"She was satisfactory." He answered back. Satisfactory for what? Was she a good masseuse? Or was she datable? What was she satisfactory at? Thankfully, Britney didn't stop there.

"Do you think she's cute?" Her eyebrow rose. "Or that she's datable?" Anzu could sense Kaiba's irritation. Apparently, Britney forgot about his lack of communication with people. He obviously didn't want to talk to anyone at that moment.

"Neither. I didn't take the time to see who my masseuse is. She's there to pleasure me, not be my girlfriend." It was a nasty retort.

Once Britney stepped back into the room Anzu jumped—thinking it was Kaiba. Leaning against the wall, Anzu held her chest to calm herself. "I don't get it. What do you do different than I? Why does he prefer you over me?"

"Maybe it's because I don't talk much," Anzu muttered.

Kaiba sighed, another week and here he was, once again. He could hardly believe he showed up early and looked forward to this annoyance in his life. He was thankful he had the foresight to switch his masseuse—the old one was like nails on a chalkboard.

She did pose a good question. Would he ever discover the new girl's identity? For the past week it was a nagging question in the back of his mind. Yes, this masseuse was a bit weird but her hands were magical. There was something about having a woman touching him so pleasurably, yet he had no idea what she looked like. Did she know who he was?

She probably did. That would explain why she acted like such a klutz last visit. She even massaged his rear! The funny thing was she acted like she didn't mean to. Her voice was high pitched and she stuttered. If she truly meant to do it, she would have acted nonchalant about it—wouldn't she? Not practically run out of the room.

Her darkened silhouette wasn't enough to let him know who she was. All he knew was that she had a great shape. She had to be fairly young, not past twenty-five.

He waited a couple of minutes before taking off his jacket. He made sure that Britney wasn't outside his door to 'accidentally' open it for a chance she might catch him undressing. He unbuttoned his shirt, as he looked around the room. This was the first time he saw it fully lit. Last time it was dimly lit. On a red and brown chair there were a couple of towels for him. After folding his jacket, and taking off his shirt, he started to unbuckle his belt.

A picture frame caught his eye; it was hanging up next to the chair. A certifications of completion from the school the masseuse attended was matted meticulously, she had recently graduated. Below that line, in big boldfaced letters, read a name that made him zip up his pants.

'Anzu Mazaki'

The logical side of him said that there had to be more than just one Anzu Mazaki. He took the frame off the wall and read the name over and over again.

A knock on the door caught him off guard. Thinking that it was 'Anzu', he was torn between ripping the door open to reveal her, and shouting that he wasn't ready.

"Anzu? Yugi's on line two. I know you're about to have a client. Do you want me to tell him that you're gonna call him back?" Kaiba's eye twitched. 'Yugi?' After a pause, the woman continued. "Are you there?" Another pause the woman knocked again. "Anzu?" She finally gave up and he heard her walk away.

Clenching his fist, he put together all the clues. The silhouette did belong to Anzu Mazaki. How did he not know? The medium cut hair, the dancers body, and the perky attitude? Her being friends with Yugi? Her voice! That voice belonged to her! Her hands belonged to her! Those hands of hers massaged his backside!

Feeling the heat not only from anger but embarrassment, he sat down on top of the massage table in anger. His body was caught between running out of the spa and never looking back or staying for just one more massage.

"Was she trying to make me look like a fool?" He bit out to no one in particular. Did she know who he was? Was she deliberately trying to make him look stupid, just so that she could go back and tell her geek friends? The mutt was probably having a laugh right now, knowing that Kaiba slept during his massages. The thought pissed him off. Mazaki had to pay for this.

Wait… Did she know that he knew who she was? It was possible that she didn't. If not, then he could just make this situation turn around for his own benefit. He could make her life a living hell. He couldn't be sure, but it was a bet he was going to wager...

A smirk crossed his handsome face, as he unzipped his pants.

Anzu Mazaki was certainly going to pay the price, and he was going to enjoy every bit of it.

"Do you think he's ready yet?" Anzu asked while nervously biting her nails. She caught Britney shrugging. "I can't do this. I can't go in there knowing that it's him. I nearly lost it last time."

Sighing, Britney had on a dreamy smile. "I know… He's irresistible." Anzu rolled her eyes and slapped Britney's arm. "Ow! Fine, no more comments."

After checking if she had a red spot from where Anzu slapped her, she looked down the hallway. "It's a job, Anzu. Just go in that room, do what you do best, and leave like nothing happened. The best thing is that you get paid for it." Britney smiled and patted Anzu on the back a bit harshly. "Kind of like a prostitute!"

"What!" Anzu screamed but then covered her mouth just in case Kaiba heard. "Why do I come to you for advice? I should know by now that anything you suggest could land me in jail or on the six o'clock news!" Anzu whispered before walking out of Britney's room.

"Good luck!" Britney waved her hand at her. "Do everything I wish I could do!" Turning around Anzu wryly smiled then stopped before her door. Taking a moment to breath, she looked at her door down the hall.

"Okay Anzu, you can do this. It's just a stupid job. As long as you keep your light real low and hide your face from him then you'll be okay." Anzu mentally coached herself before touching the doorknob. After taking a deep breath she opened the door and stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind her.

The room was brightly lit. That wasn't good. Kaiba was already on the table with that one lucky towel covering his 'assets'. He looked like he was already sleeping.

"Good afternoon. I hope all is well with you." Kaiba spoke making her jump. Thankfully, he kept his head down.

Anzu shrugged as she dimmed the lights. "Good afternoon, Sir. Everything is fine, I hope you're ready to relax." The words sounded strained; there was no hope of relaxation on her part. Being this tense was abnormal for her. She could hardly believe that this scene was repeating itself again. Someone had to take this client over; this would be her last week. No way could it continue. Insanity was a scary thing and it could take a person over by constantly repeating mentally harrowing acts.

"I worked out intensely this morning and I want you to concentrate on my Gluteus Maximus..." He said dryly.

'Case in point.' She blinked, staring down at him. Obeying him would be more than mentally harrowing.

"Excuse me Sir?" She was sure she heard wrong. There was no way he would request an ass rub. She would concentrate on his shoulders...next would be his feet. She would ignore the 'in-between' and move it right along—production-line type thing. She would ignore his requests and continue with what she had planned.

Suddenly, he yanked his towel down to his thighs. "I said I want you to concentrate here. I had a hard work out and it's your job to soothe the aches. Are you refusing to complete your job?" His voice was a growl. He'd teach her a lesson. He'd embarrass her until she fainted, then he would revive her only to give her cause to pass out again. He smirked into the headrest. This would be more fun than annoying that dog, whom she referred to as 'friend'.

"I…uh…Sir…uh, last week you told me to stop, when I accidentally did that. Are you sure you want me to…?" She was stumbling and blushing as the blood raced into her ears. He made her go deaf! How dare he request such a thing? Then again, he probably didn't regard it as sexual—this was Seto Kaiba. It was more mechanical.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" He groaned in frustration. "I gave you a task, paid you money…now—rub me…" He ordered. It was so hard not to laugh out loud. He felt her hands still when he first made his request, he only wished he could see her face. Maybe she would be so embarrassed her smug little head would explode.

She could barely bring herself to look down his body—to see his revealed 'assets'. Did he do this with Britney too? The girl would have had a coronary, and would have told her. No way would Britney keep it to herself that she rubbed Seto's backside. Slowly, painstakingly, she moved her eyes down his body. He was amazingly built, so perfect in every sense of the word. Had he ever had an awkward stage? She doubted it. When her blue eyes settled on him, she let out a soft gasp of breath. She had noticed his backside in pants, but nothing could prepare her for this—heaven help her—it was like a forbidden sin.

"Is there a problem?" He finally asked. "Haven't you ever seen a man without his pants on before? You're acting shy for this profession." He could barely contain a chuckle. She was so easy to embarrass and bait.

"Honestly," she whispered, "no."

That sobered him a bit. She had never seen… He would have scoffed and called her a liar, but why would she lie? She had nothing to gain, except embarrassment in the fact that she was so naive. If she knew it was him, and they were face to face—would she admit to being this innocent? He doubted it.

Slowly she poured some oil on her hands and softly worked up the backs of his thighs to his posterior…she had to come up with a new name for it…everything sounded like soft porn. This was hardly that, this was therapy…not a 'feel Kaiba up' session. This was bad. Very bad. He was so firm and perfect and…and…purring? Her head snapped up at the sound, did he even know he was making it? Oh! Heaven help her, if Yugi or the guys saw her with both her hands settled on Seto Kaiba's naked backside—she would be mortified! She bit her lip and chastised herself for enjoying the task.

He let her continue, as punishment—he assured himself—not for his own enjoyment. It was supposed to be for a moment or two, but this was stretching out a bit. Damn, he was actually enjoying it…but only a little, the tiniest fraction. Hardly a noticeable delight. Feeling her hands squeeze and release, and then knead was starting to make him squirm. Oh hell! He finally decided to stop her and was surprised to hear his own voice, which sounded lustful?

"Maybe I should roll over and have you rub me elsewhere Mazaki…" The words hung in the air.

He knew! He heart stopped and died in her chest as her hands stilled on his bottom. What now? Run for the door and hide somewhere? Denial was the second option… 'Mazaki who?' Wouldn't work. Then there was the third option—confess and pray for mercy. Well, she decided to go with half of option three. If he knew…he put her through this intentionally. He made her rub his ass on purpose! That…egotist! She hated him more in that moment than ever before and, without thinking, she slid her hand down between his thighs and…

Kaiba let out an angry expletive as he jumped from the table clutching his towel.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He was quite angry, and if he weren't clutching his small towel for dear life, he would have throttled her. "Who do you think you are? You can't do things like that! I thought this was a professional establishment!"

Her anger matched his, "You knew it was me and you still insisted I rub your ass! You maniacal, scheming, arrogant…you are so low Kaiba!"

"Careful Mazaki," He warned, "people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. You had to have known it was me and yet you…this is our third appointment! When were you going to introduce yourself? Or were you? Was this a thrill for you?" His voice was laced with sarcasm and venom.

"You had me rub your ass!" She fumed, getting a bit in his face.

"You rubbed it on your own last time!" He countered. Staring her down.

She frowned, he was right—damn she was annoyed at that fact! She pulled back a bit, thoughtfully. She was arguing with a naked Seto Kaiba, he was in a towel—true, but under that towel…nothing. Heck, she had touched him… Her heart began to race.

"I guess we're done here then…" she said matter of factly. She couldn't open that door with him not dressed and standing there. It was against policy and she would be fired, not that she should be concerned with her job anymore—she was sure he would demand that she be fired. What a lousy ending to a lousy day. She rolled her eyes.

He sneered at her, "not by a long shot…I paid for an hour and you have…" he consulted his watch, "45 minutes to go…did you enjoy my gluteus for the first 15 minutes?" He approached her and she stepped back. Was she afraid? No, he knew her too well. The girl had no fear. However, did she have humility? He toyed with his towel, and was amused to see her eyes dart to his waist. Maybe he should treat her to an eyeful… Perhaps he could render her speechless for once, what a treat!

"You honestly expect me to continue massaging you for the rest of your time?" Her eyes opened in disbelief. He was clinically insane…she wondered if his masseuse could declare him so… "I so can not believe you just suggested that I should continue to…" Damn, her mind couldn't wrap around it why should she be able to say it?

He smirked a dangerous smirk. "Yes."

"I quit as your personal masseuse, it's too awkward." She folded her arms across her chest. "I flat out refuse! I mean…you hate me and my friends…why would you want me to rub intimate parts of your body?" Even as the words slipped out, she noted her mistake. His smile grew and now his azure eyes gleamed with delight.

"You would like to rub intimate parts of my body?" He chuckled. He never thought of a massage that way, but now he sure as hell did. In fact, a new idea was born from that statement. He loved watching the blush grace her delicate features, and it was even more amusing that she refused to break eye contact.

"You know darn well what I meant Kaiba!" Anzu snapped.

"Yes, but I prefer the implications Mazaki. In fact, I have no interest in trying to break in yet another incompetent girl. I'm keeping you. I only want you 'rubbing my intimate parts'." He chuckled as she unfolded her arms, balled her hands into fists and then placed them on her hips. She was ready for war. "Don't even start Mazaki, do you like your job? If you want to keep it—consider me a fixture on your schedule." He shrugged and suddenly looked bored. "Now, if you don't wish a show, avert your eyes. I want to get back on the table and that requires me dropping the towel."

She quickly turned her back. It was a delicious move, a small part of him hoped she would watch—and then pass out. If she had never see a man from behind…then she probably…

"Are you done torturing me yet Seto Kaiba?"

"Hardly…I may even have to come in more often then once a week—stress you know?" He pulled off his towel and laid down on the table. He thought about dropping the terrycloth covering to the floor, but figured he would spare her. "I'm ready," he announced all too cheerfully. He sighed and relaxed forward. "I should keep my head down right?" He asked sarcastically. "So I don't tense and mess up your hard work…you are the professional here."

She wanted to hold his head down in a bucket of water and drown him…maybe then he would shut the hell up. She smiled as she thought of all the ways she could murder him. Creative—tying him to a fire ant hill drenched in honey. To the bizarre—sacrificing him to a volcano God. She smiled, funny how his death amused her. Then again, it would be such a waste—he was magnificent. If she could gag him, tie him to a bed and…and what? She was wandering into dangerous territory in her mind. Her fingers skimmed over his delicate skin. It was more like stroking than massaging. She had to get her mind back on the task at hand. This wasn't for her pleasure; it was for him to relax. Even though he was delightful to touch, there was a mouth attached and that mouth drove her insane. Too bad it wasn't in a good way. Duct tape would remedy that. She smiled. Tied to the bed, duct tape on mouth…wait, what if she wanted to kiss him? It would be hard through the duct tape. She stopped herself; her hands were flat and immobile on his lower back. She was thinking of kissing him? Maybe she needed to commit herself!

He felt her fingers and hands moving along his body and he smiled. She really was good at this, and he enjoyed it more than just slightly. Blue eyes closed and he simply gave himself over to her, while she worked out each kink and knot. Her fingers dipped into his hair and his eyes snapped open as he felt his body stir a bit. He hadn't felt that before. He would have to keep the bad thoughts down to a minimum.

He didn't sleep during this massage, and all too soon it was over. She announced that time was up and she attempted to scurry out of the room, but his voice stopped her.

"You will keep your position as my masseuse Mazaki." He sat up, swinging his legs down and draping the towel across his lap. "I expect to see you next week, and for any pick-me-ups I need."

"Once I walk through this door we're done Seto Kaiba. I don't have to do anyone I don't want to." Her chin was in the air as her hand rested on the knob.

"I didn't say you had to 'do me'…just told you that you had to massage me." He shrugged as if it were the most natural request. And, oh so very innocent.

"If I refuse?" She growled.

"Then, you will be fired, and I will take delight in telling your friends how you rubbed me down…um three times…and how the first time you explore my glutes it wasn't on request." The look on his face was deadly serious. He had her. This was the perfect way to insure he wasn't the object of her jokes. He would have blackmail material on her and take great pleasure in torturing her mentally.

"I hate you." She mumbled.

He smirked, "You don't have to like me…you just have to be available to 'do me'." He threw her own words back at her.

She left the room, slamming the door. She wanted to strangle him! To kill him…to…do any type of bodily harm that she could imagine! Now she had to do this weekly. She was trapped, and he knew her. She would kill Britney first, because the girl had led Anzu down this dark, twisted, road. Anzu went to the ladies' room and waited patiently on the couch for several minutes. It was a tactical move; she didn't want to see him anymore today. Fate sealed her for next week, but today she was free.

When she returned to her room she found several hundred-dollar bills on her table. She rolled her eyes. The tips were amazing from him, but she would give them up if she could escape him. He had her now…but, then again…two could play at this game. A smile slid across her lips as she started scheming.