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Takumi walked as quickly as he could away from the restaurant, in case Maria was still following him. He didn't expect to see two familiar faces waiting for the elevator as he strode towards the elevator.

The man he knew decently well. The business suit that had gotten the large coffee stain had been designed by the man. Ah yes, Aoi had a store in the building. It would make sense why he was there.

Hyoudo Aoi still looked the same as when Takumi had last seen him at a Walker corporation banquet, except Aoi was genuinely smiling. Aoi tended to wear stoic smiles that betrayed little of what he actually felt. Takumi knew those smiles well since he had those plastered on his face all the time at those dratted functions and events he had to attend to. So who was it that had made Aoi smile like that?

Ayuzawa Misaki stood with Aoi, laughing as she listened to Aoi talk. The two were clearly good friends. Then Takumi's step faltered as he realized what exactly the Ayuzawa woman was wearing.

She was wearing a long sleeved off-the-shoulder black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her dark hair was pinned up, revealing a black leather choker that graced her slender neck. A small golden hoop hung off the leather choker. He was surprised that Ayuzawa would wear such an outfit, gathering her for a person that preferred function over form as she wore basic pantsuits whenever they met at the Hyoudo office.

Takumi had a sudden vision of Ayuzawa laying spread eagle on a bed, black cloth made from the same material of her dress tied around her arms to the bed posts. Perhaps, she would have that black choker with the dainty hoop still on her neck. He wondered what her expression would be like with those defiant amber eyes and those luscious lips parted. Would she cry out when he entered her, his hands on her waist as his cock slid into her slick folds-

He shook the thought out of his mind. He must be going crazy, that was it. It had been a little over two years since he last had a submissive. Perhaps it was time he had a new one to get rid of such impure thoughts or else he was going to start thinking of bedding every single attractive woman he met. Besides, he had a feeling Ayuzawa wasn't a sub.

Their conversation grew clearer as he approached.

"Thanks Aoi-chan, but you really didn't have to give me this dress. You're already designing me one for the banquet in a couple of weeks," Ayuzawa was saying.

Aoi waved her concerns off. He had a proud gleam in his dark eyes. "There's no way that I'm letting you wear a pantsuit to my aunt's party. Besides, I've seen that office attire you wear. So shut up and let me design your clothes."

Ayuzawa sighed but she was smiling ruefully. "Fine. Oh, Mr. Usui."

Spotted. "Miss Ayuzawa," he acknowledged. This close to her, he saw that her lips had been painted a flattering shade of pink-red that complemented the pink flush that appeared on her cheeks. Interesting. Her amber eyes looked at him in confusion. "Aoi, it's been a while." The men shook hands briefly.

"How do you know Misaki?" Aoi asked curiously as the three got into the elevator.

"The Walker corporation is currently working with the Hyoudo company as its advertising agent. Miss Ayuzawa is the team leader managing our case."

"Ah, I see." Takumi could tell the gears were turning inside Aoi's mind. No doubt the fashion designer was wondering why the Walkers were no longer working with the Igarashis. He could speculate all he wanted, but Takumi wasn't going to give him answers. "Will you be visiting us for the banquet preparation?"

Takumi smiled, though it looked more like a grimace. "Yes, I suppose I will."

The elevator door opened and a large crowd of wealthy socialites poured in. The three initial occupants stepped back instinctively to let the crowd in. Takumi flattened his back against the back of the elevator, determined to be inconspicuous as possible. He disliked dealing with such socialites who sought him as a possible marriage match for themselves or their daughters. Though the elevator was spacious, the gaggle of socialites were unconscious of their personal space with their large shopping bags from Aoi's store. He felt his nose wrinkle as the elevator air was suddenly full of too much artificial perfume.

Then Takumi felt Ayuzawa back into him, squished by two socialites with bulging shopping bags. She nearly tripped and he reached out to stabilize her. Unfortunately, her back was now firmly pressed to his chest. He drew a sharp intake of breath. Ayuzawa tried to move forward but the gaggle of women left virtually no space. Poor Aoi was lodged between two ladies with ridiculous hats decorated with too much plumage and flowers.

"Sorry," Ayuzawa muttered, trying to get as much space between them as possible. The woman in front of her stepped back and she was pressed against him again.

"It's all right," he replied.

Surprisingly, he didn't mind as much. This close to him, she smelled like a fresh breath of air, with a hint of mint, especially compared to the cloying sweet smell of perfume the other women wore. The nape of her neck was revealed to him, and that leather choker only enhanced the delicate arches of her neck. His hand was still placed on her waist. His hand ached to wrap itself fully around her waist, but his brain stepped in logically. He quickly let go, as though his palm was burning. She felt so small against him.

If he had not personally seen her tackle a two hundred pound man on a motorcycle speeding 96 kilometers (60 miles) per hour, Takumi would never have believed that this woman of average height could achieve such a feat. And just yesterday, he had seen her lift five boxes full of white paper off of a man's trolley, despite each box weighing 9 kilograms (20 pounds).

It was a relief when the elevator door opened and they all exited. It would have made for quite a situation had Ayuzawa's firm derriere persisted in pressing against him.

Misaki felt like she could breathe again when her client left them after politely bowing.

"What's going up between you two?" Aoi asked, his eyes suspicious.

Misaki blinked. "What do you mean?"

Aoi opened his mouth to say something, then shut it. Her blank expression let him know that she still quite clueless. "Never mind, you clueless dolt. Let's go before Satsuki-san calls the police on us for being late."

But she thought she somewhat knew what he meant. When she had seen her client, he had a certain look in his green eyes. Like his gaze was boring straight into her. An almost predatory look that hypnotized and paralyzed her. And when she had accidentally fallen against him, she wished she could sink to the floor in embarrassment.

Her dress that Aoi had designed had been thin enough that she could feel his chest was quite solid, quite muscular. He evidently kept himself physically fit. She could still feel the heat from his hand that had been placed on her waist. Just thinking about it made her blush slightly. And what had been that look he had given her?

"Misa-chan? Earth to Misa-chan?" Satsuki's blue eyes peered worriedly at her. "Are you feeling sick?" They were at her boss's party, arriving just a bit earlier before the other guests arrived so Aoi could show off his designs.

Misaki snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh, no, everything's fine!"

"Are you sure, your cheeks are a bit flushed. Maybe you have a cold. You're always working so hard, Misa-chan. You can take a break, you know." Satsuki chided.

"That's alright, Satsuki-chan. I won't overwork myself."

"This is the first of the dresses!" Aoi announced. He pulled out a soft pink number with frills. "I let my assistants design some of these. But just one of the dress was just designed and made solely by me."

And with that Misaki let herself be dressed up like a doll to Aoi's and Satsuki's content. She was getting a free design from the Aoi Hyoudo (as he said it) so she might as well let them do whatever they wanted with her.

The first dress, bright pink with lots of white lace, made her look like a doll from the Victorian ages. Satsuki oohed and aahed and took a bajillion photos, but Misaki felt like it wasn't the one, even with her limited experience in the fashion department. She wasn't sure about the frills and puffs. Next was a silky number that Misaki was sure was lingerie. Satsuki's camera flashed even more, while Misaki just wanted to hide. The next few dresses were busts as well. Misaki didn't feel comfortable standing out in the bright gold sequined dress or the multicolored rainbow dress. But the last dress...

"Oh wow," Satsuki admired.

"You designed this one just by yourself, didn't you, Aoi?" Misaki asked. Everything screamed of Aoi's touch.

Aoi grinned. "I'm glad you recognized my genius."

The last dress was made of white silk and lace. Off the shoulder sleeves made of white lace caressed her arms, until the lace blended seamlessly into the silk torso and skirt. Since the banquet was formal wear, the silk dress trailed to the floor. Pearls and white applique of lowers decorated the bodice and the upper skirt. Her silhouette was enhanced by the mermaid dress style. It looked like vines of flowers made of ivory frost were crawling up her body, stopping in intricate designs at her collarbone. Misaki didn't even mind that the dress somehow seemed to push her small breasts into something that actually resembled cleavage without being too constricting or tight on her chest.

Aoi inspected the dress, nodding as he approved and made little adjustments. "As I thought, your shoulders are the perfect model for the off-the-shoulder style. It'll be trendy, because you will set the style."

"It's kind of like a wedding dress, isn't it?" Satsuki wondered. She handed Misaki a box of jewelry and picked out a pair of earrings to go with the dress.

"You're right. I plan on venturing into the wedding dress market, and Misaki will be the perfect debutante to showcase my work."

"You mean, I'm your walking advertisement." Misaki teased.

Aoi made a face. "Hey, you're borrowing this limited design for free. When you get married, I call all rights to designing your wedding dress. I'm sure you're going to turn the heads of all the men in the banquet."

Now it was her turn to make a face. "Ugh, I think having two male friends is enough for me, much less get married."

Aoi's lips curled into a smirk. "What about that smoking hot client of yours?"

"Oh, do you mean Mr. Usui?" Satsuki's eyes widened. "You two would be the hottest couple alive! If only I could find myself a man like that. If I was a few years younger, maybe I'd go for it," she sighed longingly.

Misaki smothered a laugh. Satsuki was still youthful, with an equally youthful and optimistic heart. She was sure her boss still very much had the power to break men's hearts. "Go for it, Satsuki-san. Meanwhile, I'll pass on that."

As she looked in the mirror again, the memory of Usui's chest pressed to her back came back and her cheeks grew red.

A/N: First update of 2019! And the last. See ya'll next year~

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JK. Maybe.