It's so great to know that most of you love my story! And thank you for the reviews you've given. I'm sad to say this, but this chapter is a bit short…again. Like I said on the previous chapter, I'm having a hard time & it's hard for me to think. So sorry, guys. I promise I'll make it up.

Also, some of you commented on Matt's attitude. Well, first of all, his character is not shallow; second, he's acting like that because he's very intrigued with this lovely "fairy princess." His attitude will eventually change in the following chapters.

Chapter Four: Unknown

Matt propped the broken wing as best he could against the file cabinet, then moved a chair up beside them. Rachelle advised him to go to the Fabric Arcade, where every type of fabric can be found. Not feeling quite so certain, Matt wanted to check if it was right.

He undid the parcel, pulled out the full length of the folded fabric & draped it over the chair next to the wings. Stepping back a few paces, he looked from one to the other & felt both relief and satisfaction. The salesman did know his fabrics. It was exactly the same.

A rather tentative knock on his door brought a smile to his face. It was sure to be Rachelle coming in to see if he'd been successful in his lunch-hour quest.

"Come in," he called, not even glancing in the evidence of his achievement.

Mimi took a deep breath. It's bad enough walking through curious stares on her way to this door. The receptionist looked very doubtful about giving directions to Yamato Ishida's office, & Mimi had been scared of being called back & questioned. But she made it…the all-black outfit made it work for her…and now she was being invited to enter HIS door.

She had to go through with it.

Nevertheless, her heart was beating so fast as she turned the knob & pushed the door open. Her mind was so highly energized, she had the weird sensation of floating as her shaky legs took the few necessary steps to move into the room to face the man & the feelings she'd come to confront.

Except he wasn't facing her at all. Nor even looking at her. His attention was focused entirely on…her fairy princess wings!

"See?" he said, gesturing to a long fabric draped over a nearby chair. "A perfect match!"

Total shock made Mimi speechless. Her gaze moved slowly from the silvery fabric to the man who had gone to all this trouble to get it. Why would a jerk like him want to fix her wings? Wasn't Tai Kamiya the one in charge of the damage & replacement process? What's going on here?

She wised she could read Matt's mind. His expression seemed relaxed into a smile, but what did the smile mean? Was he remembering her as the fairy princess, anticipating more from her? Or calculating how to get more?

A convulsive little shiver ran down her spine as she stared at him. He was so very handsome. His long blonde hair brushed the collar of his white shirt. He had a broad shoulder & a sexy butt, outlined by the gray slacks he wore. She remembered her thighs being pressed to the hard muscularity of his, her breast squashing against the hot wall of his chest…

Her nerves leapt in shock as he suddenly turned, looking directly at her, his vivid blue eyes sharp & probing. The lingering smile was instantly wiped from his face & a frown creased his brow as his gaze studied her from head to toe & back again.

Panic plunged Mimi's mind into a fog of fear & set her heart fluttering in wild agitation. Would he…could he…recognize her despite the large dark sunglasses & the black hat that covered her hair & dipped over her forehead? Her fingers tightened more around the base of the cone black tissue paper which held the dead roses. She could use it as a self-protective weapon if she had to.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Thank God! He didn't know. Mimi struggled to gather herself. She was here to do a job, not get shattered again by this man. Every self-protective instinct screamed - get it right & leave.

"Mr. Yamato Ishida?"

Her voice came out too soft & too husky. She should have swallowed first. He was frowning more suspiciously at her now. Did her tone struck a familiar chord with him? Was he matching it to the way she sung at his birthday party?"

"Yes," he answered, his gaze landing on her mouth, studying it with highly discomforting intensity.

Mimi was drawn into staring back at him, remembering how it felt, how it aroused such a stampede of wild sensations & needs & desires…

Rattled at finding herself so treacherously distracted from hr purpose, she rushed into the set speech for this job. "I hereby present to you The Sweetest Revenge."

"What?" he demanded incredulously.

Her nerves jangled at the sharpness of his tone. somehow she found the strength of will to step forward, holding out the bundle of dead roses for him to take. "This was ordered for you," she explained.

"By whom?"

He didn't take the bundle. His hands remained at his sides, his refusal to accept her offering an innate challenge to her presence, & by stepping loser to him, Mimi had the overwhelming sense of having put herself in a danger zone. Her whole body was tingling with an extreme me awakened of his powerful masculinity. She wished she could turn around & run, but she knew instinctively he wouldn't let her.

The black tissue paper from the bundle rustled slightly. She was shaking. Desperate to get out of this scene, she quickly said, "I understand from our client that you will know who the sender is."

"Someone who wants to give a sweet revenge on me?" he asked sarcastically, still not taking the delivery. His eyes were like blue lasers, seeing through the dark cover of her sunglasses. "Now who would that be?"

The lenses were impenetrable, weren't they? He couldn't possibly see through them. Mimi took a deep breath to quell the frantic fears & his gaze instantly dropped to her chest, obviously noting the strain of her full breasts against her figure-hugging suit coat.

"I am merely the messenger, sir," she gabbled, appalled by the responsive hardening of her nipples.

His gaze slowly trailed up her long throat, paused at her mouth again, then lifted to her sunglasses. "I see."

What did he see?

If he did recognize her, what did she want to do about it? What does she really want? How could Matt Ishida spark so much…response in her? This wasn't a hang-over from the past. This was here & now!

"A messenger dressed in black, like attending a funeral," he continued. "No doubt emphasizing that the gift is a very black mark against me. And you are paid to perform this act."

Feeling like a pinned butterfly, Mimi squirmed inside at his conclusions. "Yes, sir, I'm paid to do it."

His face hardened & there was a mocking glint in his eyes as he said, "You obviously take pride in superb attention detail. Do you carry through all your paid performance…to the max?"

He knows.

Mimi could feel it in her bones. And he didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.

While she felt trapped in a cage of her own making, he reached out & snatched the bundle of dead roses from her, leaving her unshielded from his gaze which one again studied her from head to toe, not so much inspecting the black funeral outfit this time but definitely taking in her sexy figure, making her burn with the sense he was matching it up in his mind to the memory of another act.

Why did she feel so guilty? She didn't do anything wrong, did she? This whole thing started as a need to put a painful memory behind, simply a means to a justifiable end. Inexorably, her gaze was drawn to the broken fairy wings, propped against a file cabinet, & a long fabric obviously bought to fix them.

Why? What was their significance to him?

"A bunch of dead roses," he drawled. "Meaning the end of love?"

She jerked her gaze back to his & uttered the one word that had driven her here. "Closure." Except there could be no closure while such tantalizing questions remained unanswered.

"I beg your pardon?"

"The Sweetest Revenge is about closure," she elaborated, knowing she should go. He already got the delivery so her job was done. Yet she felt paralyzed by her inner confusion.

"Ah!"

He flicked open the card & read what was written inside. "Loser!" His mouth curled in irony. "Typical of Katya, wanting to get in the last word, wanting to crawl into my mind again." Again his expressive blue eyes marked her purpose here. "As it happens, she wasted her money on this last little malicious act. It doesn't affect me…at all."

But the fairy wings did. They had to or they wouldn't be here.

"Do you get many clients who want this kind of closure?" he asked curiously.

"Quite a few," she replied. Revenge was supposed to be about balancing justice. An eye for an eye, a hurt for a hurt…

"Can the clients specify WHO does the delivery?"

The thought came to her mind that he thought Katya had specifically asked for her to bring the dead roses to him & that she was an accomplice. Which, in a way, she was but she hadn't meant him to recognize her & put two and two together…if he had.

But that was to be a payback for his playing fast & loose, & how could she link playing fast & loose to the time & trouble of buying the fabric to fix her wings? Everything about this scene was wrong & Mimi had the sinking feeling there was no way to put it right.

Best to get out of here…fast.

"No, the messenger is simply the messenger to both parties. Unknown," she replied emphatically, & took a step backwards, testing if her legs were steady enough for a quick escape.

"Unknown," he repeated, his eyes glittering in a way that shot danger signals through Mimi's entire nervous system.

"Yes," she answered, barely able to draw breath. "And since the delivery has now been made, please excuse me."

She swung on her heel, heading for the open doorway, desperately needing space to rethink this whole situation with Matt Ishida.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, stopping her escape. Then to her utter horror, her hat was yanked from her head & she felt her hair spilling from the pins she used it fasten it out of sight…hair that Matt was absolutely certain belonged to the fairy princess!

AN: Uh-oh! Mimi's identity was revealed! What will happen now? Find out in the next chapter. Don't forget to review!