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Chapter 4It was one of those days where nothing would go right. Everything was going wrong in the worst ways imaginable. A key program had finally crashed—after days of trying to patch and save. Sometimes these things just happen, he knew it—it had happened before, but that knowledge didn't stop it from being annoying. Luckily, he had spotted problems with small things and he had encouraged system wide back-ups. Now, all he had to do was remove the corrupt files and operating systems and then everyone could reload the saved information. Unfortunately, they would lose anything created after the back-ups had occurred.
A short ringing sound let him know his secretary was summoning him.
"What?" He asked, shortly.
"Should I cancel your massage for today Mr. Kaiba? With everything that is going on…I figured you might want to be around here." Her soft voice cut after that.
He frowned, was it that day of the week already? Last time was quite the adventure, now all the cards were dealt and it was merely a matter of time before he had her hand revealed. He smirked, missing a session would cost him ground. She might think he was backing out due to being uncomfortable—which was hardly the case. No, he would go today and every week after this. Maybe he would schedule extra sessions as well. He would bring that up today and drive her mad with thoughts of more one-on-one time.
He rose and pulled on his trench coat, it was time to pay a visit to his favorite masseur and to play some head games with her as well. It was so much fun to feel her hands tremble on his skin, and last time she was quite explicit. He smirked, he reminded him that he had no interest in the girl, but he found her thoroughly amusing.
"Don't cancel my appointment," he said as he walked past his secretary's desk. "I'll be back in an hour and a half." His secretary couldn't be more shocked as she held the phone away from her ear. She was prepared to call the spa to cancel. Apparently there was no need.
Anzu paced in her room, today he would return and once again she was apprehensive. Hatred was too kind a word, but she would concede no ground to that pain in the ass. In fact, her mind was scheming up all sorts of ways to be annoying—including using Ben Gay on certain sensitive areas of his body. She could always say she slipped…
A frown marred her brow as she plopped down on the freshly made massage table. Mumbling more to herself than anything else she decided to start revenge sweetly—she looked over at the washcloth on the desk. A smile spread across her lips. He wanted to play dirty and threaten her—she wouldn't use idle ideas, nope, she would go through with them. Screw him and his company, besides, he deserved a bit of nastiness. How many people had he annoyed in his lifetime? She, herself, could be included on his list numerous times. Paybacks were a bitch…and so was she when she put her mind to it.
Sure, his body was incredible and damn if his hair didn't feel amazing slipping through her fingers…but, once his mouth opened and words came out—all illusions were broken into tiny pieces. Still, if he were tied, bound, and blissfully gagged he could be tolerated. What the hell was she thinking? She shook her head, giggled and slid off the table. He would be here soon and these thoughts were hardly appropriate in their 'professional' relationship. Actually, there was no relationship, just a lot of aggravation and power plays. When did she get so darn lucky? Well, better to be anywhere but in the room when he arrived, she figured, so she abandoned her niche.
She wandered down the hall to Samantha's office. Knocking, she heard a quick 'enter' and she did.
"Anzu," Samantha looked up from some paperwork and slid her glasses down her nose. "You look upset, is everything okay?"
Anzu plopped onto a chair in front of her boss's desk and sighed heavily. Maybe if she played this right she could get out of being near Kaiba. She hadn't managed to figure any other way out, so, she figured, it was time to go to the top.
"I'm having a bit of a hard time," Anzu confided, "with a client."
"Which one? Is someone not behaving in a professional manner?" Samantha asked, taking on a motherly tone. Her daughter's friend was always so nice, and no customer had ever complained about the girl either. It was in the spa's interest to keep Anzu happy. Samantha also treated Anzu like a second daughter—half the time the two were inseparable. As of late, there had been tension, Samantha still didn't understand why.
"Seto Kaiba," Anzu sighed deeply and watched Samantha's expression from the corner of her eye.
"Did he say anything crude or behave in a manner that could be construed as sexual harassment?" Samantha asked in an even tone. She would not tolerate such things, not even from a high profile client such as Seto Kaiba.
"Not exactly," Anzu shrugged. Unfortunately she couldn't lie, and actually she was the one who had touched Seto in an 'unseemly' manner—several times now. If anyone was sexually harassing anyone it was Anzu sexually harassing Kaiba. She shivered.
Samantha's eyes widened a bit. "So then, what's the problem?"
"I would just prefer if he were no longer my client. Personal issues and all." Anzu really didn't care to go into it further. If word came to Kaiba from her boss that she could no longer work on him—she would have to helplessly obey—it was her boss. His little plots and nastiness would be wasted and she would be free of him. It was all so simple… it was perfect.
"Unless you have some valid issues I'm afraid I can't help you. He requested you and if your only cause for not working with him is…personal issues…you will have to work it out between the two of you." Samantha's fingers flew along the keyboard, "besides, I see here that he has personally requested your services—exclusively. He doesn't want anyone else working on him and a client of his status is one I intend to keep. That is, unless there is a serious problem. Is there a serious problem?" Samantha leaned forward and looked concerned.
Yeah, he's an ass and I hate him. I also can't stop thinking about how it feels to touch him…oh, and did I mention I have felt the boy up three times now? Hmmm, should I mention the mental blackmail issue on his part? Would that sway you in releasing me from an obligation?
"Fine," Anzu whispered as she stood. "He should be here and ready by now."
"Anzu?" Samantha spoke quietly. "You know many of the girls here would kill to work on him. He's pretty quiet and a great tipper. Maybe you should just go with it. I know he's a bit crass, but if you don't speak to him he'll probably just lay there quietly. There is no rule here that chitchat is mandatory. Besides, he's your only male client—your co-workers deal with a lot worse on a regular basis. Count your blessings and smile. You have such a pretty smile."
Anzu forced a grin and left the room to the quiet clicks of the computer keyboard. She leaned against the closed door and closed her eyes. It seemed as if Kaiba trapped her. Not that he had put words in Samantha's mouth, but if he were reasonable they could be free of one another—now she had no choice. Her eyes suddenly snapped open. Had she left the washcloth on the table? Or had she placed a regular towel down? Her mind raced.
She remembered sitting on the table and thinking up ways to humiliate him, but had her subconscious betrayed her? A washcloth was there, in her room, and she had toyed with it, sat on the table and toyed…
What did she leave him to cover up with?
"If there is a God, he will be merciful on me now. I'll go to the room and Kaiba will be under a nice big towel, all fluffy and huge and this will be an unrequited nightmare." Thoughts of him settled under a small washcloth nearly caused her to choke. Her cheeks were burning a bright crimson color as she raced down the hall. It was also quite possible that he wasn't there yet. He might be on time, but she still had several minutes until his appointment. Why did she have to see Samantha today? She should have tried to be removed from Kaiba's wish list yesterday!
The pace her feet took quickened as she approached her own door, it was closed, but that meant nothing. Instead of knocking, like she normally did—she simply opened the door and found Kaiba standing there naked from the waist up. He turned around with a scowl, but it softened upon seeing her. Now, it transformed into his trademark smirk. She slapped a hand over her eyes and quickly blurted out an incoherent rambling apology. He chuckled an evil chuckle.
"So, you burst in with the hopes of catching me undressed?"
She frowned, "I hate you."
"Obviously not too much if you want to see me undressed this badly. I guess you're waiting for me to finish?" He watched a blush creep up her cheeks, even as her hand obscured her eyes.
She heard him fumble with his belt and then unzip his pants. How humiliating! If she ran screaming he would know how he affected her, but if she stood her ground with her hand over her eyes she would look ridiculous…how was she supposed to win?
"You really are a pig—and the only audience you'll have is the trapped one in the mirror." She sighed heavily in aggravation. Her left foot started tapping in frustration.
"You really do have will power for a girl, I would have thought you'd sneak a peek immediately seeing as you barged in for just that purpose." Kaiba folded his pants and placed them in the neat pile on the chair. He turned slowly and looked at her. Blue eyes narrowed when he looked at the table. "Ah, so is this my towel? You were being most generous I see…"
OH NO! Heaven help her! She had left the washcloth. What had she been thinking. After a few mumbles and an attempt at an explanation she spit out the only thing that came to mind, "I didn't have a chance to lay a towel out for you—that was why I was racing back and I barged in."
He tsked her as if she were a child and picked up the washcloth. "Oh, but not wearing this would deny you the view you desired. You see, if I know one thing about you it's this—you're anal. You would have never left this room knowing I was coming without leaving me a towel."
"Kaiba, you know that isn't what I was doing…seriously I was coming back to lay you out a towel…"
She heard the telltale creek of the massage table. Her heart sank.
"You won't be able to rub me with your hand over your eyes…you might accidentally rub the wrong thing…oh wait…you've already done that." He chuckled again.
"Why are you doing this? I could get you another girl and you would be thrilled and I would…"
"I want you to do this, now get to work—I hate slackers." He growled as he rested his head down on the table.
She lifted her hand off her eyes and was shocked to see the small washcloth barely covering him. Racing to the cabinet, she pulled out the biggest towel she could find. Raising his head he watched her action.
"Coward," he mumbled.
Still disbelieving the fact that a prude man, scratch that—boy—likeKaiba would be forward enough to place a wash cloth on himself and not be embarrassed, she walked over to him silently. Holding the towel tightly in her hand, she pretended she was wringing his neck and ended up having the towel twisted in her hands.
The way the towel was now positioned in her hands reminded her of something Jounouchi once did with Yugi when they were at the beach. The 'oh-so-innocent-looking' Jounouchi nonchalantly walked up to Yugi with the twisted towel in his hands, and then whipped it again Yugi's leg.
The memory sparked a wicked idea in her mind. Oh, how delicious would it be to injure Kaiba's ego… He deserved a little pay back, and it was time to hurt Kaiba's like he did hers.
"As much as you try and act all superior and mature, Kaiba, deep down you're just a little boy." Anzu said as she twisted the towel even more in her hands. Though his head was down when he shrugged carelessly, Anzu swore she could clearly see his smirk in her mind. The mental smirk made something in Anzu snap just a little and she aimed for her target…
Just as he was about to open his mouth for a retort, he felt a sharp sting on his backside, making him yell out in pain. His hand jerked up to protect his assets from any further abuse.
Anzu was always the type of girl who thought things through. For once, she didn't. Now she knew why she never did anything without analyzing it to death, because if you imagined all the bad end results—you would never commit the infraction to cause yourself harm.
As much as she thought she'd be far from alive at the moment, she was standing still before Kaiba… unharmed. Kaiba was simply lying still on the table, clearly breathing hard from restraint, and exposed. Apparently, she hit her target a little too hard and his washcloth 'towel' fell off him and landed on the other side of the table. Her eyes blinked at the red sting mark on his right cheek. Quickly she closed her eyes, and immediately bent down, her hands moving around the floor until her fingers grasped the small towel. Eyes still closed, she threw the bigger towel where she thought his exposed buttocks would be.
His grunt caused her eyes to snap open. Was he looking at her, seeing her grope around with eyes tightly shut? Watching her face turn to a grimace as she begged for his session to end now—mercifully? Thankfully, he wasn't. Instead, he stayed perfectly still the whole time and he didn't make a peep… Well, except for the yelp at the towel snap. What the hell had she been thinking? Heaven help her now…
"You are a little girl. Honestly Mazaki, I didn't take you for that kind of girl. If you wanted me to be completely nude, you should have said so earlier, I would have obliged. These tactics to get me naked are a bit tired." Anzu narrowed her eyes at the smug man before her. "But then again, you did grope me not too long ago. I should expect it by now… don't you think?"
"You know what I think?" She growled but the confident CEO interrupted her before she really gave him her opinion.
"It doesn't matter to me what you think, just 'do' me." Grossed out by his amusement at the term 'do me', Anzu stomped her foot.
"Stop saying it like that, Kaiba. I'm no whore."
"Dressed in that outfit, you look the part."
"I'm dressed professionally! This is the required uniform. My skirt is down to my knees and there is no serious skin showing. There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing! Besides, what part are you playing? The uptight, arrogant, self obsessed…."
"Handsome rich man who can dock your pay if you don't start the session. I do have things to do after I leave here." His tone sounded impatient, but then again he always sounded like he was in a hurry to do something. Not wanting to toy with the boy, Anzu just swallowed what she wanted to say before he interrupted her. There would always next time to give him a piece of her mind.
"Ugh."
"I heard that, Mazaki." He mumbled when Anzu poured oil on her hands to begin.
"Well, you know if I get on your nerves then you could just get another girl." Anzu slyly suggested. His growl made her start massaging his shoulders.
She really hated his attitude, but her hands loved touching him. Could he tell that she enjoyed touching him? That information would provide devastating ammunition for him. The torment would continue on more levels, levels she refused to consider. Damn Seto Kaiba… and heaven help her…
Twenty minutes into the session Anzu stopped massaging his uppers arms when she heard his deep breathing. No wonder it had been quiet for the past ten minutes; Kaiba fell asleep again. Looking under the table, she could see his face through the headrest, her assumption was correct. Kaiba's eyes were closed which meant that he was blissfully asleep.
Lingering there and simply staring, she noticed his eyelashes were long, full and perfect. He had a well-defined jaw line, something she always found sexy in a man. His lips were perfect for kissing: full and pouty. She sighed softly… slipping into an enticing daydream…
Whoa, whoa! Was she checking him out while he was asleep? Shivering from the gruesome thoughts in her head, she stood up.
Anzu hated this man. He made her life a living hell. What in the hell could possess her to even think about him in such a way? Revenge should be on her mind. A way to get back at him for everything he'd done to her she be utmost in her thoughts, not how it would feel to kiss him.
She looked around the room and away from him in aggravation. How could life be so cruel to her? Here she was just trying to earn some extra money when Kaiba had come along and made her hate her job. He toyed with her as if she was some object there for his amusement. Maybe he looked at her as if she were some servant of his. She's always tried to be kind to everyone, including Kaiba. So what did she do to deserve a client like him?
Well, enough was enough. No more miss nice girl. It was time to embarrass him just like he'd been doing to her for the past few appointments.
But how?
A makeup bag of Brittany's was next to the sink. They had had lunch together, so she probably touched herself up and neglected to take the bag with her. A stick of lipstick was peeking out of the little black bag. A smile appeared on Anzu's lips. Quickly, she looked back under to make sure Kaiba was still asleep.
The sound of a door shutting caused Kaiba to wake up. The first thing he felt was the lack of muscle spasms. She always managed to get every knot and kink out. Smirking, he thought how wonderfully skilled her hands were. The next thing he felt was a chill. Sitting up he noticed that Anzu had already left the room. He had to admit, he was a tad bit disappointed that he wouldn't be able to insult her a couple times more before he left. Thankfully he had set numerous appointments to further torture the girl, and derive pleasure from her obvious skills.
The fascination he found in torturing the friendship girl was something he couldn't explain. Perhaps it was the fire in her eyes when she got upset, or the way her eyebrow rose when she thought she had a good retort. All in all, he found it to be a game when he fought with her. Of course, it was a game he knew he would always win. Nothing embarrassed him and nothing anyone could do to him could ever bother him. Watching Anzu make a futile attempt to get him back was entertaining. One day she would learn, no one could outsmart him. No one.
After he dressed, he left several one hundred dollar bills for Anzu. If there was one thing he had to give her credit for, it was that she sure did know how to make his body feel good. He walked out to the receptionist to confirm his next appointment for the following week. He stood there; hip leaning against the counter, arms folded across his chest when he noticed a passerby kept staring at him. Everyone knew who he was, making him used to be being in the spot light. Ignoring the passerby he cleared his throat to catch the girl's attention, she was busy filing something.
"Oh!" She shouted when she turned around to see who coughed. "H-h-how are you, Mr. K-K-Kaiba?" The woman kept staring at him awkwardly. She looked at him as if he had three heads.
"I'd like to confirm my appointment for next week. The same day and time." Kaiba gruffly responded. He looked at her nametag, which read—Ann.
"Of course." She stuttered and touched her cheeks as if she was rubbing something off of it. "Do you know, Mr. Kaiba, that we sell creams for your face?" She randomly asked while still touching her cheeks. Raising an eyebrow, he scoffed and looked away from her. She brought up his appointment on the computer, while other people in the waiting room sat there staring at him.
Yes, he was used to stares, but these made him feel slightly nervous. These were not in awe of someone famous in front of them, but stares a person would give a freak. Ann tried to smile at him as she explained he was now confirmed.
"You're in the system, Mr. Kaiba. It's all set for next week. Is there anything else I can help you with?" Ann was still touching her cheeks as she continued to stare at him. Her eyes seemed to widen as she nodded her head when he grunted his thanks.
Confounded by everyone in the waiting room and by Ann, Kaiba walked out of the Spa. Luckily his limo was waiting out front for him. All he wanted to do was get away from those strange staring people in the spa.
The limo driver opened the door for Kaiba, as he approached. This was strange, even his driver looked at him in a bizarre way, and then tilted his head a bit. It just didn't make any sense
"Blue brings out your eye color. Mr. Kaiba." He commented. Confused by the statement, he started to piece everything together: the stares, the receptionist touching her cheeks, Anzu's sudden disappearance—him waking up alone and undisturbed. Kaiba slid into the limo. Yanking down one of the mirrors he looked at his reflection to check if his hunch was correct.
Anger welled up inside him as he saw the pink lipstick and blush on his cheeks. Not only did he have on a light gloss and blush, but she also managed to apply a gaudy blue eye shadow. Kaiba's fists shook in rage. "That conniving little bitch!" He mumbled as he ordered his driver to go into the drugstore to buy him something to remove the slop. He would rather die than walk into Kaiba Corp. looking like a drag queen. Great, now everyone who had seen him would assume…
She would pay for this… dearly…
"Maybe you lost your damn mind?" Britney stood before Anzu in shock but Anzu looked behind her puzzled.
"What ever do you mean Britney?"
"I can't believe you put makeup on him while he was asleep! Anzu, you know he'll flip out, Seto Kaiba is hardly the man to screw around with!"
"The jerk got what was coming to him. Hopefully now he'll realize that I'm not someone he can continue to mentally harass. Someone has to put him in his place and I've decided that since he won't switch to someone else I'll simply have to make his life miserable." Even as Anzu said the words, she knew she had taken it up another notch. This latest stunt would earn her something far more serious than a view of his derriere. She hoped the dungeons at Kaiba Corp. had electricity and not torches.
"Aren't you afraid he might complain? Or report you to my mom?" Britney asked as she helped put away lotions and oils.
"He won't. I'm sure he's plotting something right now. If I know Kaiba, he's not the type to just tell on me. He's going to lash out at me, but I'm prepared." Anzu cryptically said as she left Brittany's room.
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