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.
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A.N: If you have any questions about the plot or the characters, review and I'll reply to you! As I do for all my reviewers XD
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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 :)
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In the Shoes of a Shopaholic
-Chapter 10 – Shopaholic and Boss Get Down?
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Oh my God.
Was that a dream… or…
But it was so real… He was so real… I felt him… smelled him… saw him… FELT him… But… we couldn't have… I mean… I… I…
I COULDN'T HAVE HAD SEX WITH SYAORAN LI!
I couldn't have! But… it couldn't be a dream… why the hell would I dream of me and him… Oh. Those videos Tomoyo left last week… I watched them when I was really bored… it actually wasn't that bad… Anyways… I'm still in Syaoran's bed… in his shirt… in his room… my underwear's still safely on. The door suddenly opens… and… Syaoran's carrying a tray with… coffee and croissant?
Wrong picture.
I blush nonetheless and hide under the blankets. He smirks as he sets the tray beside me. "Sleep well, darling?"
I gawk at him in disbelief. "Don't ever call me that again!"
He merely laughs and sits on the bed. "It's time to get ready for work, darkling," he says in monotone, handing me a box from the floor.
I glare at him before removing the lid with the Armani label on it… I raise my eyebrows. It's a fancy skirt and top, the kind girls at work wear…
"From my sisters," he explains.
"Well, be sure to thank them for me," I munch on the croissant.
DAMMIT! I sounded like an old granny getting Christmas gifts from her granddaughters!
"Oh, Tomoyo and Eriol called," he says, frowning as he tries to remember something. "She said something like, "I, Tomoyo Hiiragizawa nee Daidouji, am fat… I spoke French to an Italian. There are tons of Blond Bitch Longlegses in Milan," he raises an eyebrow as I choke on my coffee, nearly spitting it out on his face. "And Eriol said," he clears his throat, struggling to keep a straight face, "He hopes he won't be a widower by the end of his honeymoon, because Tomoyo apparently can't get out of the bathtub or off the bed without falling off…"
I grimace at him. "Well, she can't see past her belly! She's got human eyes, unlike you."
He scoffs disbelievingly. "Whet eyes do I have then?"
"Obi-Wan Kenobi-like eyes."
"Does that mean I can read your mind?"
"You just did!"
He chuckles, sighs and pats my head. I blush again, furiously chomping on my croissant. He glances at the clock. "We're going in twenty minutes."
I gape at him.
How the hell am I supposed to get ready in twenty minutes?
This is employee-abuse.
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This was so not a good idea…
Walking into the building right beside your boss when you got out of the same car as him… is not a good idea. Every single person stops dead in their track and gawks at us. I blush under the attention while Syaoran merely smirks. He even greets everyone he comes across. Man, this guy's twisted.
When we step into the elevator, he suddenly moves even closer to me…
OH MY GOD HE'S GONNA-
I see my reflection and his past his shoulder. Oh God, his scent… it's making me swoon. He's gotta stop… I've got to get away… He places his hand right beside my shoulder, leaning in closer to me. I bite my lip nervously, reluctantly looking up at him.
Then I remember.
We almost did kiss last night… except… well… I sort of fell asleep… Okay, I DID fall asleep.
DAMMIT!
Back to the present…
Oh my God…. My eyes dart to his lips… Ahh… then his eyes... those amber eyes… I feel my own eyes closing by themselves.
Then the door opens.
Thrown aback, I force myself to look at who's at the doors. For a dreadful moment, I half-expect it to be Emily Lauren. But… it's just another Blond Longlegs, who loves Syaoran. She gapes at us before blushing and running away.
Syaoran smirks, sighs and pressed the close button, leaning against one of the mirrored walls. I blush, chewing my nail furiously. Yuck. The manicure's ruined…
There's tense silence… Well, he tried to kiss me! Again! My God. The next thing you know, I'll be getting it on with him… I flush even redder at the thought. After what seems like eternity, the elevator reaches our floor, and I walk out first, luckily without any grey hairs. I dash to my desk and sit, trying to focus on my work when Syaoran lights his cigarette behind me. I glare at him and throw a paper ball at him.
And oh. My. God.
The paper hits his lit lighter, burns up instantly, and drops on the floor… Syaoran gags on his smoke and stomps on it, extinguishing the flame.
Oops.
Now there's a black hole in the carpet… I gawk at it and he sighs. "Good job," he rolls his eyes and takes a drag.
I finally find my voice. "I was just proving how dangerous smoking can be!" I flush, "And it was your fault! You said you wouldn't smoke!" God. I sound worse than his mother.
There's a moment before he sighs again. "Alright," he raises his hands in defeat, "I'm sorry, my lady, anything I can do to be forgiven?"
I consider hitting him with my shoe for that tone, but two ideas spring into my head.
"There's just these two tiny little things…" I begin, smirking.
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So, during the lunch break, I've forced Syaoran to drive me to Saks… and I made him buy me that fab skirt from French Connection… and those cute pairs of Miu Miu… and that gorgeous D & G shirt… Within twenty minutes, Syaoran is carrying all fifteen of my carrier bags, panting.
"Do you seriously need all of this… crap?" he sighs.
"Oh?" I raise my eyebrows. "The Syaoran Li wants to save up?"
He rolls his eyes. "It's not the money, though may I point out that you've spent my three thousand dollars within thirty minutes for goddamn clothes," he grunts and hoists a bag over his shoulder.
"Twenty minutes," I mumble. That grunt was actually pretty damn sexy… No. NO.
"I don't think you need all this."
"May be I'll need a closet or two… for the clothes…"
"Sakura-"
"And a shoe cabinet!"
"Another one?"
"OH! Look at those jeans!"
"SAKURA!"
I turn around to face him, taken aback.
"You don't need every single item from every store," he sighs.
I stare at him. Of course I do! I need to be called The Girl Who Owns Everything… or… the It Girl… or something.
Suddenly I feel ridiculous. "Fine," I blush, "Let's head to the next place, then." He makes a grimace.
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"-your lungs are spotted with nicotine… and you'll soon be even more addicted to it than now. Best quit while you still can."
We're sitting in the doctor's white room, staring at weird x-rays of Syaoran's insides… eww… It's all… gutsy…? I really brought him here as a joke, but it's actually turning out to be pretty serious…
"And it seems you're very stressed out…"
"I am not stressed out!" Syaoran grits his teeth, folding his arms. Here we go again.
The doctor ignores him. "If it's about work… work less. Think less. Sleep more."
Syaoran rolls his eyes. "You sound like my mother."
"They say mothers are the best doctors," I add smartly.
Syaoran sighs and gets up, taking my arm. "Well, doc, thanks for your advice…"
As we walk out, Syaoran has a weird look on his face… I inwardly punch myself. Why the hell did I do this? Then he stops, almost making me bump into him. He looks… touched? "Were you really that concerned about my smoking?" he asks, his voice strained. I gape at him. Oh my God. What have I done…
"Well…" I splutter, "I didn't… want… to get… secondhand smoke…"
He laughs. "Sakura, even my mother gave up on me, yet you…" he breaks off, gazing at me… all smutty. Yuck. Why am I blushing? "Thank you," he says before turning to walk again.
Oh my God.
I've turned my boss into a sentimental softie.
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It's 6PM.
I'm sitting in my desk again, trying to concentrate on my work…
But I can't!
Syaoran's touched face… his tone… his laugh… I avert my attention to the magazine that reads, "Syaoran Li and Emily Lauren break up!"
I bury my face in the pages. Why does he have to keep talking to me? He makes me so... uneasy. I mean, why the hell did he agree to shop with me in the first place? Why did he buy me stuff when he's all like, "Do you really need all that?" Why did he…
There's one conclusion.
He definitely wants to fuck me.
That's the only solution; I mean, he just broke up with Blonde, he thinks I care for his health, which I most certainly most definitely do not! I mean, let him have a black lung and heart, for all I care! And he tried to kiss me a few times… and brought me to his house!
I ferociously munch on my muffin, which Syaoran bought me when we went to a sandwich shop for a quick lunch…
I stare at the carrier bags under my desk. I don't even want to look through them. I feel guilty…
I'm definitely crazy.
I sigh and stare at my skirt… the fancy, beige one that Syaoran's sisters supposedly got for me… It's real easy to wear… and take off... SEE WHAT I MEAN?
I'm sure Tomoyo and Eriol are having a great time… having sex in Milan. Wait. Are pregnant women allowed to have sex? Hmm… I try to picture… alright, never mind!
I get up and pick up some papers from the photocopier, blank. I go back to my desk, standing in front of it and still holding the paperwork…. What's wrong with me? I can't like this guy… I mean… he's… my boss… I don't know.
Then, suddenly, I smell that pleasant Armani fragrance again..
Oh God… I feel him. I can't move… I can't turn around… I can't do anything…
His hands are on my shoulders, sending shivers up my entire body… His warm breath is tickling me as he whispers low, quiet words before brushing his lips against my ear… He just got out of a boring meeting… and he wants to…
Oh. My. God.
I feel my legs give out, and I nearly collapse into his arms.
He spins me around to face him, and I drop the paper to the ground. But I don't care. I want to say something… anything… but before I can dispute a single word… he brings his lips to mine. Finally.
His arms wrap around me and mine around him, and I surrender easily to the pressure against my lips….
Casting aside everything in my mind, I savour the taste of him…. His tongue… Oh man… I swear this guy's on Viagra…
My fingers tangle in his hair as we tumble backwards… in a second he's pushed everything off my desk and has pinned me against it with his body, breaking away from the kiss to catch his breath. I look up at him wordlessly before pulling his face into mine again, covering his mouth with mine…
His lips trail away and down my neck… My breath hitches in my throat as his hands travel down my shoulder and stomach, and roam down to my hips, and then… Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God! I can feel him… I feel goosebumps rise on my arms. I can't concentrate on anything else other than his hands and lips... and everything else about him. His wicked tongue traces patterns on my collarbone as his hands finally move and slide up my shirt, feeling around before unbuttoning it.
What the hell's going on…? One minute I'm innocently collecting paperwork, fully dressed, the other I'm getting down with my boss! On my desk! I have the shivers…
I gasp out loud as my shirt falls to the floor and he reaches around me to unhook my bra… I feel all tingly as I unconsciously slip his tie off, clumsily unbuttoning his shirt…
Oh my God. I don't care anymore. I just want him. Now.
Suddenly, there's a noise that stops us both. We both turn to the door, breathing heavily. It's open… but no one's there…? Syaoran immediately darts upward, alert. Then there's another noise, and a blinding flash of night.
"Shit!" he swears loudly before getting off of me and bringing me to my feet. He hastily collects and gives me my clothes while putting on his own shirt. "Sakura, dress up and get out of the building as soon as possible," he says without even looking at me.
Stung, I bite my lip and nod. I don't know what happened, but he hastily walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. There are muffled shouts and then dead silence.
And I'm left alone in the room, half-naked and stunned…
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-Chapter 10 – Shopaholic and Boss Get Down? – END
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lol! sorry for the late review! I had this chapter written out like, last week...
but couldn't type it in time... I guess...
That little romping around scene... was a bonus for all of you agitated readers... for leaving you hanging without giving you an S+S smooch!
XD; i planned it to be just a makeout session... but I guess that's not fun... enough.
Oh yeah... about the sequel for this fic... if you have any ideas, please share them with me! Because I don't like the idea I had anymore... -3-
Review review review reviewww pleaseee! XD