Rebel Angel

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

Chapter 4

I walk through the glass doors and press the button for the elevator. As I wait for it to 'ding,' I am once again consumed by a wave of anxiety. 'What does he want?' 'Could it really be the same man?' 'Realistically what are the odds?' "Ding!"

I get on the elevator and press the red number 13. Ah, lucky number 13. "Ding!" What an annoying bell. I smooth out my skirt and check my hair. Perfect. I try to look totally calm as I walk into the office. It's actually a very nice office. I can tell that this Mr. Chiba isn't abusive to his workers; the desks and chairs are all of the latest fashion. Of course the desks are empty, it's the weekend after all.

"You must be Ms. Tsukino,"

I turn at the female voice and I'm greeted by a genteel-looking secretary.

"Yes, Usagi Tsukino at your service."

"Perfect, Mr.Chiba is waiting for you in his office." She gestures towards the dark, wooden door behind her.

"Thank you."

She steps aside to let me pass by and I knock on the door.

"Come in." His voice is just as I remembered even though I'm consciously telling myself that I really have no voice to remember seeing as I was dreaming. Right, dreaming. Okay, opening the door now. I turn around and close the door before attempting a look at the man sitting behind the desk.

And behold, there he is looking just as he was in my dream. Dashing, excessively handsome, and charming are the adjectives that come to mind. He's dressed in a crisp dark suit. 'Great a power suit.'

"Mr. Chiba, it's nice to meet you." I extend my hand.

He reaches out to shake my hand; his hand is dry and smooth, mine's somewhat sweaty. "Likewise Ms. Tsukino, please have a seat." I take the seat opposite him.

"I was surprised to get such an abrupt call from your secretary, we've never met before so I assumed you got my name off another client of mine."

"Ah but we have met before," I stare at him and his eyes take me in. I don't like being taken in. I shake my head once.

"At the night club the other night, you danced with me."

"Yes I remember now but we didn't talk and I don't remember introducing myself."

He smiles that beautiful smile and I feel myself becoming mush all over.

"After our chance meeting I was so entranced that I took the liberty of inquiring about you. It's perfect that you are an accountant because that's exactly what my company is in need of at the moment."

"It's a bit unusual that a client should contact me specifically."

He still has that smile on his face.

"I'm aware of that but I was assured that my accounts were such a mess that it'd require a professional such as yourself to set things in order again. I will pay you double your hourly wage." He looks down at his desk.

For the first time I notice all the folders and papers lying there. This does look like a big job.

"Alright, what seems to be the trouble?"

For the next hour he explains to me what exactly I'm up against. His accounts really are a mess. We start to work together and more then once I feel his gaze lift from the papers and settle on me. Not once did I meet his eyes though. I needed to get away from this injury-free.

But as I'm reaching for the pencil his hand brushes mine and our eyes meet again. I see an indescribable expression in his eyes. Something between well-guarded desire and something else, something more primitive. 'Mmmm…nice hands. Nice eyes. Nice lips too.'

'STOP IT. Stop this right now Usagi Tsukino!' I jolt away from him and mutter a faint apology. I hear him sigh as he looks away from me.

It's another couple hours before we finish with working out everything. By this time it's nearly 7:00 pm. I stretch, glad to finally be done and as if on cue my stomach grumbles. I blush and sneak a look at Mamoru, that's what he asked me to call him by the way. He's noticed and there's a smirk/smile playing on his face.

"I apologize for keeping you this long, Ms. Tsukino, please allow me to treat you out to dinner to make up for it."

"Oh that won't be necessary, you're paying double after all."

"Please I insist."

Could I refuse him? Of course I could! Unfortunately I find myself not entirely in control of my own mouth and I ended up agreeing to his invitation. His smile grows slightly larger.

"Good, I'll let you pick the restaurant and please do not at all worry about the cost."

I give him a smile of my own and together we stand up. I let him lead the way out of his office. His secretary is gone and he turns off the lights as I pressed the button for the elevator.

'Why do I feel like I've jumped from the frying pan into the fire!'

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"We have her file sir."

"Good, leave it on the desk. You are dismissed."

The man with white hair and eyes the colour of gray pavement takes the file from the desk and opens it. Inside he finds pictures and a few sheets of information, he flips through the pictures first. They are of elementary school then middle and high school. There are pictures of her in university and at the office where she works now. The man smiles, "I have you Usagi Tsukino right here in my hands."

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