Full Summary: Sakura has what every twenty-two-year old only dreams of; a penthouse flat in the centre of NYC (but she wishes she lives in a mansion), a wardrobe filled with designer clothes (but she wishes she had more), and a good job… But she wishes she had a better job. And she also wishes she hadn't spilt cappuccino all over that hot guy she met a few minutes ago…
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Disclaimer: This plot is loosely based on the "Shopaholic" series. I don't own CCS or the Shopaholic series. (I so wish I did…)
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Update (June 15th, 2007): I have edited all of this story's chapters... because I've found very annoying typos. Also, be sure to check out the sequel to this story, Shopaholic Walks Down the Aisle, if you already haven't :)
In the Shoes of a Shopaholic
-Chapter 9 – Shopaholic's Sleep Over?
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"Mother! Wh-wh-what are you doing here?" Syaoran clears his throat to cover his nervousness. Wow. Syaoran Li? Nervous? And chickens will fly….
I glance upward. Just to check. You never know…
Then I hear him cursing as he dodges a cushion his mother throws at him. Wow. I admire her… She looks so elegant and graceful… but she's attacking her son with cushions! Reminds me a bit of Tomoyo…
"I-wasn't-doing-anything!" Syaoran retorts through gritted teeth, standing his ground and punching a cushion out of his way. His mother glares at him, angrily spilling out some Chinese words. "Did not!" Syaoran protests like a seven-year old. God, I wish I had a camera.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKES, I DID NOT-" he gets hit square in the face, falling over to the couch. I snort silently, almost laughing out loud.
His mother points at him. "Do not use that language with me!"
He gets up. "What did I do that was so wrong? I brought my secretary to my house to talk! I wasn't molesting her or anything!" he bites his tongue as he sees his mother's face.
Loser…
"Why did you break up with Emily then?" she looks calmer now. Aww… I wanted more action…
…What?
Do I need a hearing aid? Did she just say…
Oh my God. Syaoran dumped the LongLegs.
He avoids my gaze. "Because I didn't want to be with her anymore," he clears his throat.
She looks gobsmacked. "The poor girl was in tears! You finished it at a night club, too!" she raises her hand in frustration.
Hang on a minute… Night club… sex with that guy… Brendon… and… Syaoran and Emily. Oh. Oh.
He dumped her that night?
Syaoran ruffles his hair, chewing his gum loudly and impatiently. So different from the guy I know to be Syaoran Li. "Look, mother. Emily and I weren't that serious to begin with! It was just for the-"
"It was very serious to her, it seems! She's traumatized!"
Wow. I sort of… kind of feel sorry for Blonde. Just a bit. Syaoran makes a frustrated grunt. "I'm not going to apologize to her for breaking up with her! I mean, it's over!" He sounds so stubborn and immature… This is the best movie I've ever watched.
His mom looks at him exasperatedly. "You'll have to deal with the media then," she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. It seems as though she finally notices me. She smiles and bows in a traditional way.
Flustered, I also bow to her. "I-I'm Sakura Kinomoto! Pleased to meet you!"
That was oh-so-lame… damn.
She smiles again. "My name is Yelan Li. I'm Syaoran's mother… sorry for the,… outburst," she sighs. "You're his secretary, aren't you? Please help him through the press meetings, will you?" I nod. Wow. What happened to the I-must-kill-my-son-tone in her voice? This family's definitely twisted… especially his sisters.
I watch as Syaoran reluctantly bows to Yelan as she walks out the room. Then he rolls his eyes and ruffles his hair like a madman he is. There's tense silence before I clear my throat. "So… what did you want to tell me?" Syaoran turns to me, his expression unreadable. Do I detect a hint of red on his cheeks? Oh my God. Syaoran Li's embarrassed. OH M GOD! I want to burst out laughing. First I see him act like a seven-year old kid, and now he's blushing! I let out a giggle.
He looks at me, puzzled. I'll never look at him the same way.
"Well, all I was going to tell you has been said," he clears his throat, straightening his shirt. Since when did he straighten his shirt?
"So… why'd you break up with the Blond B- I mean, Emily?" I ask carefully.
He looks away, shrugging. "I got bored of her."
Ha…
He glances at the clock, which reads 12:05 AM, and then at me, dressed in a long dress. He sighs. "If you want to stay the night, we have a guest room upstairs."
I gape at him.
Oh my God. He wants to fuck me.
Somehow I manage to nod… Why?
He tells me to wait and goes up the marble staircase. I exhale sharply.
Oh my God. He's single. I'm single. He's a guy. I'm a chick. This sums up to…
SEX.
AHH! I want to scream as I burn up. Why the hell did I come here? Nevertheless, I can't stop myself from grinning stupidly… He's single, I'm single… I slap myself. OW. Why do I always do that?
Syaoran strides down the stairs and to me, dressed in a loose shirt and pants… This is the first time I saw him without a formal outfit. He doesn't look too bad… even in comfy clothes that are supposed to make you look like a hobo. He tosses a big, grey shirt to me, and to my relief it has a brand name on it; Nike. At least it's not a nameless one… or a one by Ralph Lauren.
"I think it'll cover you…" he surveys me from head to toe with a teasing smirk, making me blush. "There's not much to cover, though."
I fume and toss a cushion at him, but he catches it. "Come on; you're worse than my forty-year old mother!" She's forty? WHAT? He just insulted me! I stick out my tongue. Whatever happened to his seven-year old boy attitude? Now he's just an old lecher; he's not twenty-four… he acts like a sex-deprived thirty-four year old! He points to where the bathroom is, with that all-reading Obiwan-Kenobi-ish look in his eyes. I roll my eyes and go into the bathroom to change…
And… holy crap. Look at this place… It's huge! It's a frickin' powder room and there's a huge sink; all silver and pretty…. A long mirror, a high-tech toilet, a cupboard, art… My God.
I peer at the door suspiciously before stripping down to my underwear. I slip into the shirt, which smells like Syaoran and comes halfway down my thighs. Good enough. I blush. I'm wearing his shirt. It's like in the movies; they have sex then the girl wears the guy's shirt… or… she wears it before they have sex so they won't waste any time… or something like that.
I pick my dress up and straighten it out. To my uttermost horror, a figure moves towards me from the wall. OH MY GOD!
I jump and scream. I expect it to be Syaoran; but it's a girl… dressed in a maid's uniform. She bows wordlessly, takes my dress and exits the bathroom. It's like Harrods; they have fucking maids in the washrooms! But they're more like… girls from horror movies! Popping out of walls… I calm my thumping heart and turn to the mirror. I can't resist giving a seductive smile, where my lips are all pouty – like Angelina Jolie's. Then I go out into the living room. Syaoran's typing away on his computer, and I spot a big shelf of DVDs beside his huge, flat plasma TV. I excitedly shuffle through them.
Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Hostile, House of Wax, History of Violence, Jackie Chan movies, other horror movies….
Syaoran notices me looking at the movies and leans back on his comfy-looking chair, stretching. "You can watch one, if you want."
I shrug. "All of your movies are ones with meaning!"
He snorts. "All movies are based on clichéd plots! There's no true meaning!" I raise my eyebrows wordlessly. "Name one with a meaning," he suggests.
I pause. "Lord of the Rings – Don't lose your ring."
He seems as though he's going to choke. Then he throws his head back and laughs loudly.
I blush. It's true! Don't lose your ring – whether it be a wedding ring, magical ring, best friend ring, couple ring…
"Alright," he wipes his eyes, "another one."
"Harry Potter – Never say the Evil Guy's name," I say more confidently. He merely laughs again, getting up and coming to me. Frustrated, I look at the pile of movies. "Memoirs of a Geisha – Don't be a-"
He chuckles and pats my head, bending down to pick up a few random DVDs. "Care for a scary movie?" he grins, seeing the expression on my face.
"I can't watch scary movies," I mumble, blushing.
"Why? Scared monsters will crawl out from your bed?" he teases.
I burn up. "NO! THAT GHOSTS WILL APPEAR IN THE BATHROOM AT MIDNIGHT!" I blurt out. Shit. Stupid defensive instincts.
He stares at me, eyes crinkly and his lips twitching. Then he laughs again. "How old are you? God!"
"Twenty-two," I reply without hesitation.
He stops laughing abruptly and looks behind me. I raise my eyebrows. "Sakura," he whispers, looking strange. "I swear I see a ghost right behind you..."
I suddenly feel a chill down my back. I squeal and jump forward… and up.
And… I'm in his arms.
Not cool.
He looks at me, and I realize that he's supporting my weight fairly easily, sitting as if he's not bothered at all by me being on his lap. He starts laughing again, carrying me like a baby. "You fell for it!" he hiccoughs, finding the situation hilarious. "I didn't think you'd actually fall for it!"
"Haha," I blush, attempting to hop away from him. But he remains his grip on me.
I burn up – God… his… muscles… GAH! How does he stay so fit when he stays in his office all day? And does he even have time to spray cologne on?
I think he's reading my thoughts again. "I wouldn't want to give you away to the ghosts, now would I?"
I bite my lip.
There's a vision of the ghost of the legendary Bloody Mary standing behind me… I shake it away. "Moron! Now I won't be able to sleep!"
He pauses. There's silence.
"You can sleep with me?" he raises his eyebrows.
He definitely wants to fuck me.
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You know what? I really couldn't care less. I'd rather be raped than be haunted by a ghost. I mean, how bad can it be? Look at him! He probably knows all these amazing ways and positions… I shake my head. I don't think Syaoran actually believed that I'd agree to sleep with him…. I don't mean sleep with him, as in things go in and out… I mean innocent sleeping with… with nothing entering or leaving.
So I'm lying down on his bed, which is hu-uge, draped under his cool black and white covers... and he's reading something under the lamp on the desk. I glance at him, biting the covers as I imagine a ghost rising from behind him.
God. I must get a grip! I should have sex with him! Then I'll forget about everything!
Except… That's just wrong.
Why?
I mean, he's single, I'm single, he's a guy, I'm a… Oh God. Not this again. I have to see the mental institute or something….
But… I 'm dressed in his shirt, in his bed, in his room, and within five meters away from him!
I watch nervously as he comes right beside me to get a book from the nightstand on my side… Oh God, I'm going to flip. Images are zoomng by in my head… Colour and heat rising to my cheeks… He glances at me, and that glance turns into a stare, and the stare into a gaze… I return it, aware of my hands squeezing the covers and my cheeks flaming.
He sighs as he sits on the empty space by my stomach. "You're the first employee ever to even come into my house…" he mumbles. I make a weird sound and nod. He smiles genuinely… Not a smirk, but a smile… a heartwarming one, his amber eyes glinting in the dim light, My eyes begin to unfocus.
He slowly comes down to me… His face is coming closer to mine… My eyes shut by themselves… I feel his warm breath on my face, and the heat of his face on mine…
But I can't say if his lips met mine… because…
I sort of – kind of – fell asleep.
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-Chapter 9– Shopaholic's Sleep Over? – END
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OMG I'm evil! LOL! Sakura was really tired… and I guess before they could kiss, she fell asleep… And I assume Syaoran just kind of laughed unbelievingly…
Teehee XD;
Oh yeah… should the next chappie be just a normal one, or a special one about Tomoyo and Eriol's honeymoon?
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