Hi all! Forgive me for the absence. I have had the craziest couple of weeks. Lots of family dramas and my birthday and just all around craziness! I hope you are all still with me on this one and I promise you that I will be writing more frequently from now on! Enjoy and again, feel free to email me for anything and everything. I'm always happy to chat to fellow fans and writers.

In The Rough: Chapter Two

Diamonds in the Rough

Rated: R (just in case)

Author: Cher

Email: To: James Morrison – You give me something

Usagi hadn't slept well after her encounter with the new boss. She couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment out of her mind. That, coupled with the image of Master Chiba's deliciously tanned stomach had Usagi tossing and turning until the early hours of the morning.

Thoughts of Seiya had also clouded her mind as she made a feeble attempt at sleep. Being in this house and having met her boss had cemented her fate in a way more real than anything previous to this. She was finally accepting the reality that she herself had put into motion only two months earlier.

Usagi had left Seiya.

Coming to terms with this was a lot harder than Usagi had thought. The guilt swallowed her up in a way that made her feel like she was choking for breath as she lay, tangled, in expensive sheets.

Usagi sat bolt upright and clutched the sheets to her chest. She had done a horrible thing to a man that had loved her and the only way for her to get over this was to push on with what was left of her once lavish life.

The clock on her bedside table read 5.45am. Mamoru had made it clear that he wanted her to be on time for work. After last nights demonstration she was almost too afraid to face him, but not facing him would be too detrimental for her. She would make this work. She needed to make this work. Her mind was almost at ease with her financial situation and physically, Usagi couldn't be any further away from Seiya if she tried. It was essentially a perfect arrangement. Now all she had to do was keep her boss happy and all will be well.

With that thought adding a new bounce to her step, Usagi made her way to the bathroom to wash her face. She would go for a jog to clear the morning cobwebs. Looking up at her reflection before her, Usagi noticed that her face looked tired and drawn as water rivulets slid down her cheeks. She sighed and lifted her toothbrush to her mouth, willing the time to slow so she wouldn't have to face her new boss.

After dressing in navy running shorts and a white polo, both emblazoned with the Eastwell logo, Usagi dragged herself to the huge kitchen at the back of the ground level of the house.

"Good Morning, Madame Tsukino." A portly, red-faced man beamed at her from behind one of the many kitchen counters.

"Good morning, sir." She said, smiling a tired smile back. She wanted to enquire his name but was afraid he would keep her waiting she didn't have much time before she wanted to begin her morning dressing.

"It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Madame. My name is Art and should you need anything at all just dial my extension." He said this as he gently stirred a pot of what looked like coffee.

Usagi smiled shyly, her eyes on the blend, "please call me Usagi…is that…?"

It was Art's turn to smile, the gorgeous woman before him was leaning in, dangerously close to the Masters coffee. "This is for the Master, he would have my head on this chopping board if he knew I gave a drop of it away."

Her beautiful face fell instantly, a puff of air pushed from her lips. She reminded the estates chef of a young child, constantly bubbling with energy below the surface.

"Please, Madame Usagi, let me prepare you your own blend. I can guarantee you will not be disappointed. I will have it sent to your room for when you return from your exercises." Art said, smiling genuinely at the blonde.

She returned his smile and nodded, turning on her heel. "Is the master a kind man to work for?" She enquired, looking back over her shoulder. He saw doubt in her eyes and nodded briskly.

"Of course, Madame. But very strict. We must all be wary to follow his rules as not all are so lucky to be employed by the Eastwell estates." All joking was put aside with Art's serious eyes probing her own.

She nodded and turned her back to him. "Good to know. Thank you Art." She said as she took off at a brisk pace.

Art watched her retreating figure through the open cedar doors that led from the kitchen to the huge gardens. He was satisfied she would perform well here and got to work on her morning coffee with a smile on his face. It was always a pleasure to have new staff, especially one as vivacious and beautiful as Usagi Tsukino.

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Waking up at Eastwell was never a hard thing to do but this morning, Mamoru found it hard to welcome the sunlight into his domain. His body was blanketed in black Egyptian cotton, his head cradled by the perfect balance between hard and soft. He did not know what sort of pillows Molly had made his bed with but he approved. Normally, they lulled him into a peaceful slumber, however last night Mamoru was plagued with visions of half naked blondes sprawled in every room of his house.

Mamoru started at the sound of crunching gravel on the garden path below his window. He was the only one usually out in the garden at this time of the morning. His usual morning jog was delayed by his restless night and Mamoru's lips pursed at the thought of someone beating him to the task.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Mamoru stood in nothing but a pair of black silk boxer shorts and made his way to the balcony. He was pleased to find a pot of his favourite cinnamon coffee already brewed and still steaming on his coffee table. It was nestled amongst the morning papers and his mail, which made Mamoru's smile widen. His staff was amazing here, they never had to be told twice to do something and they were all genuinely friendly people. It was the one thing that made Mamoru's time at Eastwell manageable.

Mamoru poured himself a large mug of coffee and carried it to the balcony. He took a long sip and leaned against the cold stone railing, gazing out over the gardens of his estate. It was beautiful, truly magnificent to watch the sun slowly blanketing the elaborate gardens. He could still see the dew sparkling in the manicured lawns, it was making the air crisp and cool as he breathed it in through his nostrils.

The sound of gravel was heard again and Mamoru located its source. He was not sure whether he should have appreciated the view or retreated inside.

Usagi was making her way through the gardens at quite a run. She was flushed and sweaty, obviously she'd been running for quite some time.

Mamoru marveled at her long legs, the shorts she wore did not even reach mid-thigh. He sucked in a breath as she stopped running and bent over to stretch her thigh muscles. By doing so, her shirt had risen a little, giving him a pleasing view of her tanned back

Every muscle in her body was toned to perfection. He couldn't help but admire the way her lithe body moved, even at this slow pace he swore he could see the muscles sliding beneath her skin.

He watched intently as she stood and turned to face him again. She did not notice his figure on the upper floor balcony and reached for the bottom of her shirt, lifting it to her face she dabbed at the sweat and gave Mamoru an ample and much appreciated view of her stomach, her breasts held taunt in a black sports bra.

Mamoru could take no more and retreated into his bathroom where he promptly took a cold shower. He could not be fantasising about this girl, she had not even started officially working for him yet. He wanted to pound his head against the marble wall but thought better of it, instead he focused on controlling his breathing as he stood under the ice-cold water of the shower.

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As promised there was a pot of steaming hot coffee on Usagi's desk when she returned from her jog.

She smiled and inhaled the scent, it was caramel and upon tasting it she realised it was absolutely delicious.

Usagi always felt like a new person after a morning run, she was refreshed and her thoughts were almost clear. She still couldn't shake the image of Mamoru from her mind, which made her nervous and jittery as she stripped down for a shower.

She emerged moments later, buffed and shined to perfection. The shower was filled with the expensive toiletries that she was accustomed to from her previous life, she could get used to this very quickly.

Usagi had to remind herself she was in fact at work. Shaking her head she toweled herself dry and slipped into a gun-metal grey lingerie set. Staring at the wardrobe full of Eastwell stamped clothing, Usagi had a brief moment of panic. After reading well into the night, Usagi understood a significant amount of what her position at Eastwell would entail, but hadn't Molly said that Mamoru often worked in London? What would become of Usagi during his trips away? Was she to take on housekeeper? Usagi sighed and settled on a black knee-length pencil line skirt with a white button up blouse. Both pieces bearing the familiar EW, showing the world she was property of the exquisite manor.

Just as she had slipped into her 2 inch black pumps, a brisk knock was heard at her door. Usagi had just enough time to throw her golden locks into a messy bun and dust some bronzer over her cheeks before she swung the door open to reveal Molly.

"Hullo Ms. Tsukino!" Molly said, bustling through the door and planting a loud kiss on Usagi's cheek.

Usagi found herself instantly warming to the lovely woman as she pottered her way through Usagi's room. "Please, Molly, call me Usagi. Am I dressed appropriately?" Usagi asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice which Molly didn't miss.

"Of course you are love! I'm sure the Master will be quite pleased with you're presentation. Now we've got a bit of time before he's expecting us so do you have any questions about the job?" Molly said as she poured herself a small cup of the caramel coffee.

Usagi remembered her own mug and reached for it, tossing back a mouthful. "I'm just a little uncertain as to my actual role…am I a housekeeper or his assistant? I can't really tell with all the documents you gave me." Usagi was gathering the said documents into a manila folder as she spoke. She found her contract and gave it a look of dismay. Hadn't Mamoru said he wanted it signed and on his desk this morning when they met? She hadn't even read it yet!

Usagi tried to hide her panic from Molly and quickly skimmed over the document. It all looked pretty legit. Molly seemed like the type of person that would have warned her if anything foul was afoot so Usagi trusted her gut instinct and scribbled her signature across the bottom of the page.

Effectively sealing her fate with Mamoru. She sighed softly and thought of Seiya. Her reliable, handsome fiancé would have frowned upon such a hasty decision, or doing the work of what he liked to call a servant. Usagi bristled at the thought of Seiya and straightened her posture. She could do this.

"Oh heavens child! You're a bit of everything really. We have a bit of trouble with this particular job description. Come. Come. Walk with me up to the Masters office and I'll explain it on the way."

Usagi reached for her folder of documents and followed Molly into the hallway, managing to swipe a coat of lip gloss on before they were marching rather briskly through the halls of Eastwell.

As they made their way through the manor, Molly explained that for all purposes Usagi was very much like a partner for Mamoru. Her job was technically his personal assistant but her duties covered a range of positions. Usagi would be responsible for upholding the Eastwell Estate's name as well as the Chia Company's good reputation and Mamoru's name in the press. She would be a spokesperson, a housekeeper, a public relations officer, an animal expert and anything else Mamoru deigned necessary to be done.

The prospect terrified her but Usagi couldn't ignore the excitement building within her. Molly told her that she would go with Mamoru wherever he needed her to go. There would be work for her at both Eastwell and his apartment in London. If he required her to attend any events as his 'date' she would be supplied with appropriate attire and shipped off with him.

"My goodness Molly, I may as well bloody marry him." Usagi said with a small laugh as they finally reached his office.

They were still laughing when Molly swung the door open. "For all purposes you will be like his wife. The job has often been compared to such a role. Don't worry though, I'm sure young Master Chiba will respect all boundaries. Won't you Master?" Molly said, making her way over to fuss around Mamoru who had looked up upon hearing voices.

Usagi's mouth was agape and for the second time she felt absolutely mortified in front of her new boss. She inwardly groaned as she imagined him thinking she was secretly infatuated with him, all this talk of wives and duties and dates. A crimson blush spread across Usagi's cheeks as she lowered her gaze and entered his line of sight.

"Now, now Molly we don't want to scare the poor girl. Did you get that contract signed Usagi?" Mamoru said, standing from behind his enormous desk.

Usagi met his eyes and felt her stomach lift into her mouth. She was flustered and nervous and could only muster a nod as she slid the document from the folder and handed it over to him.

"Please, have a seat, thank you Molly, introductions won't be necessary. Usagi and I met last night when I dropped this contract off to her." Mamoru said, his eyes glued to the said contract.

"Very good sir, you call if you need anything. Shall I be expecting Usagi today at all?" Molly asked this as she managed to pile a stack of mail and empty dishes into her arms.

"Not today Molly, I'll be working very closely with Usagi this next week. I need to get her up to scratch with her knowledge of the business and the estate. Thank you Molly." Mamoru said with a dazzling smile that Usagi barely managed to catch from beneath her eyelashes.

She again felt her stomach lurch. His smile literally split the darkness from his face. The contrast of his white teeth against his tanned skin almost made Usagi's head spin. She could barely hear Molly utter her farewells through the ringing in her ears. This wasn't part of her plan. Her boss wasn't allowed to be gorgeous, he was supposed to be old and unattractive! Usagi wanted to cry in frustration, instead she kept her eyes glued to the floor as Mamoru shuffled through paperwork.

His office was uncomfortably quiet and Usagi found her nerves taking over her. She crossed her legs nervously and cleared her throat.

"Forgive me, it's been rather busy over at Chia, I'm just going to clear some of this away so we can get started. How about you make us both a coffee while you wait?"

Usagi finally found the courage to meet his eyes and wished that she hadn't. While hers were probably red and bloodshot from the sleepless night she had, his were sparkling. They were such a dark blue that she almost thought they were black. His thick dusting of eyelashes softened the hardness of his gaze.

He was too good looking to even be real.

"Usagi?"

Usagi shook her head and stood with a small nod. "Yes, right, sorry about that. Where do you uh…" she trailed off, gazing panic-stricken about the room.

"Through the door to the left of that bookshelf. Yes you've got it. I take my coffee black, with one sugar and a dash of cinnamon." He said, turning back to his desk.

If Usagi wasn't so nervous she'd be angry at his demanding tone. It had been a long time since she'd worked beneath somebody and her first task of making coffee indicated to her how she'd be treated by Mamoru.

A small burst of anger spread through her body as she realised that for as long as she was working in Eastwell she would be chained to this brooding man. She was for lack of a better word, his slave until she could move on to something better.

Making coffee was something Usagi was not entirely used to doing especially with a machine as complex as the one Mamoru had asked her to operate. In the tiny kitchenette, Usagi was slowly becoming more and more flustered.

Mamoru could hear her making a bit of noise in the kitchenette and was just about to ask if she was okay when a string of curses burst from her mouth. Even from the next room, they were as clear as if she were screaming them in his ear. He almost smiled at her natural impulse of anger at the very complicated coffee machine he kept on hand.

"Is everything alright in there, Usagi?" Mamoru stood, peering at the closed door of the kitchenette.

The door swung open and she appeared, her hair a little more disheveled than it had been before she went in. She stood with her hands on her hips, one hip cocked higher than the other, the top button of her blouse had popped open and Mamoru could see a small whisper of grey lace.

He swallowed and met her gaze with his own. She was, he realised pouting, her bottom lip jutting just slightly outwards.

"Is there a problem, Usagi?" He smiled, only slightly, but it clearly aggravated her that she had lost her cool and the he was possibly laughing at her.

"I don't know how to work your coffee machine, perhaps you could explain it to me, or show me?" She said, stiffly.

Mamoru nodded and strode to the kitchenette. His back was to her and she admired his hard body as he brushed past her. Mamoru was wearing a black dress shirt, the collar unbuttoned, with dark slacks. He looked like he'd stepped out of the pages of Vogue. Usagi thought he should have been a Hugo Boss model or something that didn't require him to frown too much because that would just ruin his…she ended that thought abruptly and followed him into the kitchenette.

The space was cramped and with the two of them there was little to no room left to move. Mamoru towered above Usagi and she resolved to wear higher shoes to work tomorrow. She felt like a child standing next to him. Everything about him was so much bigger than her own tiny frame.

It only took him a few minutes to explain to Usagi how to work the coffee machine and in that time he had even elicited a smile from her which in turn caused another face splitting grin from him.

Just as Mamoru was feeling confident that the two could work together with ease, Usagi leaned across him to throw her tea-bag into the bin and he caught a proper view of her bra-covered breasts. The grey lace brushed against her bronzed skin and he almost lost control, wanting nothing but to kiss along the line where lace met skin. He could even see the fuchsia pink bow that nestled in her cleavage, she was going to drive him crazy.

Clearing his throat, Mamoru stepped backwards hastily and returned to his desk. He took a long sip of his coffee and despite his foreboding sense of dread, he smiled. She made damn good coffee.

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The day went without any upsets after the coffee incident. Usagi found that she and Mamoru actually worked quite well together. He was very patient in explaining the inner workings of the company as well as the history and operation of the estate. He clarified her position and set her daily, weekly and monthly targets to meet.

By 6pm they were still sitting in his office, pouring over the accounts of Eastwell. Usagi had fully grasped the operations of Eastwell and Mamoru was confident that she would do a fine job in his absence. He wanted to tell her about his task of redesigning the showrooms but when he looked up at her, the usual excitement in his eyes that came from thinking about his pet project, he noticed that as the minutes slid off the clock she was looking more and more weary.

Usagi had loosened her hair hours ago so that it fell messily around her face. Her shoes had long been kicked off, as had Mamoru's, and she had un-tucked her blouse from her skirt. Mamoru himself wasn't entirely tired, but the two of them hadn't eaten since Molly had delivered a platter of fruit for them at around lunchtime.

"Why don't we finish this up and head to the dining room for dinner?" Mamoru said, running a hand through his silky black hair.

Usagi's eyes widened in surprise when he spoke. Gone was the clipped, formal tone of the day. It had been replaced by a soft, gravely timbre that sent shivers running up and down her spine.

"Sure, that would be lovely. I'm starving!" She said, awarding him a dazzling smile as she stood to fix her hair, pulling it back into a loose ponytail. Mamoru's eyes didn't leave her as she did so which made her feel uncomfortable.

Shaking his head, Mamoru leaned across his desk and flicked on the intercom. He'd done so well in building a comfortable and professional rapport with Usagi, but as soon as he turned events even a tiny bit personal, she freaked out.

Mamoru wondered what had happened to her in the past that made her so flighty. He had noticed over the day that as she worked to understand the estate affairs, she was confident, outspoken and competent. As soon as business was off the table, she turned into a deer, caught in the headlights.

When Molly arrived in the office, the two had packed up all the paperwork and neatened themselves up. "Master, will you be having dinner in your room, as usual?" Molly asked, oblivious to Mamoru's scowl of horror. He did NOT want Usagi knowing that he was prone to dining alone in his living quarters while at Eastwell. One glance to Usagi made him realise that she was completely oblivious also, sneaking a glance at herself in the mirror on his wall, he nearly smiled at her look of despondence, clearly not happy with the tired circles under eyes.

"Not tonight Molly, perhaps you could set the table for four?" Mamoru said, throwing his business jacket over his arm and stepping from behind his desk.

Usagi was able to push the thoughts of his towering build from her mind when they sat across from each other with his massive desk between them. But now she was assaulted with it head on and it made her take a sharp breath. He was so handsome!

"Certainly, Master. And who shall be joining you tonight?" Molly asked, gathering the last of the dishes that Mamoru and Usagi had discarded throughout the day.

"Yourself, Usagi and Melvin of course." Mamoru said, wrapping an arm warmly around Molly's shoulders. "You don't mind do you?"

Molly was clearly touched and smiled up at him with adoration. "Of course not, we had no other plans. It will be lovely getting to know young Usagi and she can finally meet Melvin." Molly said, ushering Usagi out the door, with her and Mamoru following close behind. This treated Mamoru to a spectacular view of Usagi's tight behind as she walked briskly ahead of them.

"Molly why don't you go on ahead? I'll walk Usagi to her suite and we can wrap up what we did here today." Mamoru said, giving Molly's shoulders a tight squeeze before he lifted his arm from her.

She nodded happily and trotted on ahead. "I'll let Art know that dinner will be for four." Molly said, disappearing around the corner of the hallway leaving Usagi and Mamoru alone once again.

Usagi had stopped to gaze at a portrait of Mamoru's family, hanging on the wall. He scarcely noticed it these days, but having Usagi stare so longingly at the picture made him see it in a new light.

He came to stand beside her, their arms brushing against one another. The instant touch sent yet another set of shivers running down Usagi's spine. She looked up at him, her eyes shining.

"It's so lovely. Your parents are beautiful, you all look so happy." Usagi said, her voice tender, almost whispering. It took Mamoru aback, her eyes softening. It was something he had yet to see and it only served to enhance her already stunning features.

Mamoru gave her a brisk smile and placed a hand on the small of her back, leading her away from the painting. "Mmm it was a happy day." Mamoru agreed, not removing his hand from her back. She was warm and he could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. It was like a drug, watching her flustered like this was something Mamoru was beginning to crave.

At this distance, he could smell her shampoo and see the tiny curls of hair at the nape of her neck. She was like nothing he'd ever seen before. She was a beautiful, sexy bomb-shell of a woman who was as timid as a mouse. He knew that these were dangerous thoughts and that his last two PA's were fired for similar reasons. Only with the last two girls it was their own lust and forwardness that eventually led to firing them. Mamoru wanted an assistant, not a casual bed partner. This was the reason he was cursing Molly silently for her choice of assistant. Usagi was assaulting his senses and stirring a desire within him that he wasn't sure he could control.

Sensing his inner turmoil and misinterpreting it, Usagi turned to him and placed a tiny hand on his hard bicep. "Thank you for today, I feel a lot more confident now. I think we're going to make a great team. I'm really excited to meet the rest of the staff here at Eastwell." She said, smiling brightly at him.

Mamoru returned her smile with a curt one of his own. He had to agree with her, business-wise they clicked instantly and he could see that Usagi would be a great asset to him both at Eastwell and within Chia Co.

"It should be a most profitable partnership. In a few weeks, after you get used to Eastwell, we'll get you over at Chia learning the ropes there. I think you will be able to handle it fine. You're a quick learner." His eyes slid from her own to her heaving chest and he himself felt that all too familiar twitch in his pants.

She was almost disappointed. A profitable partnership? It sounded so cold and business like. Usagi knew it would cause problems, but she was hoping for something a little more warm or friendly. She hadn't missed his wandering eye throughout the day. Whenever he thought she wasn't looking, his eyes would roam unabashedly over her body. It sent a burning fire to the very pit of her stomach and made her feel a smidgen of what she used to before she met Seiya.

As a teenager Usagi was always confident and innately aware of her sexuality. She was never promiscuous, but she had grasped her femininity and flaunted it for all she was worth. She loved being a woman, and a sexy one at that and being with Seiya launched her into a whole new world of femininity. Gone were the outfits that were playful and cheeky. Everything was replaced with elegant and matronly. Usagi hated it at first but so much pressure from her parents and Seiya himself led her to slowly accept the gradual change of her personality. She became a completely different person, almost unrecognizable. By doing so, Usagi lost a lot of friends. It was amazing that she had even kept in contact with Minako, who led a similar life to Usagi, but managed to keep shreds of her old personality.

Mamoru and Usagi were both lost in their own thoughts when they finally arrived at her suite. She smiled thankfully up at him, he hadn't needed to walk her here, and she appreciated his thoughtfulness at trying to make her feel welcome.

In all honesty, Mamoru wasn't quite ready to let Usagi out of his sight. After spending the day with her he was quite enamored with her presence. He was quite fond of the sound of her voice, her tinkling laugh and her quiet sophistication. He noticed immediately that she was not well-off. Strictly speaking, any appearance of wealth came from the stock that he himself had bought and paid for in her suite. He could tell that she may have once been from a life of affluence, but now, her hands, feet and hair told the story of natural beauty rather than purchased beauty. It made her all the more appealing to him and he was more than definitely intrigued.

Again she reached for his arm and rested her hand on it gently. The touch making her blush and him shift uncomfortably. "Thank you again, Mr. Chiba. You've given me an excellent opportunity and I can assure you that I won't waste it." She smiled up at him, only a small smile, but dazzling enough to leave a harsh imprint on his mind.

"Of course, Usagi, dinner will be in an hour. You don't have to dress up." He said, winking and turning briskly on his heel to make his way back to his own living quarters.

Usagi closed the door softly behind her and leant against it, tempted to slam her head backwards repeatedly, instead she made her way to the bathroom and stripped down to nothing. She needed a hot shower to ease the lump of tension that was slowly building in her neck. Mamoru was going to send her crazy!

Mamoru was in a similar predicament to Usagi. He knew she was a good worker but his desire and pent up sexual frustration was driving him to breaking point. If he didn't do something to remedy this, he was afraid he might make an advance unwillingly and scare her off. Mamoru was a man of strict control and it angered him that a woman could breeze in and take that control away from him. Swearing loudly in the privacy of his living quarters, he yanked his shirt over his head and stalked to his alcohol cabinet. Pouring himself a scotch, Mamoru went to his desk and recovered his long lost address book. Thumbing through the pages, he found what he was looking for and dialed the number before taking a long burning mouthful of scotch.

"Yes?" A husky female voice demanded upon picking up the phone.

Mamoru smiled languidly, swirling the scotch in his glass. "Hey baby!" He all but drawled.

"Well this is a surprise. I didn't expect to hear from you for months. What's the matter Mamoru? Are the bumpkins giving you a hard time up there?" The voice taunted him.

"Actually I've been rather tied up with business. I have some free time tonight though…I'd love to pick up where we left off." He was smiling to himself now. This was the perfect way to get Usagi out from under his skin.

"I was going to watch a movie…" there was a joking tone to the woman's voice.

"But, you'd rather drive out to Eastwell in nothing but your fur coat right?" Mamoru took another mouthful of scotch.

"Sugar, you just took the words right out of my mouth. I'll see you at 9pm." She hung up without even a goodbye. Mamoru preferred it that way.

Smiling broadly to himself, Mamoru made his way to the shower, downing the last of his scotch. He could do this. He could work with her and draw the line at that. He'd be fine.

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