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Returning to work had been a bitch.

While she didn't regularly swear, that statement was the closest to convey her feelings at the current moment. After everything that had happened, apparently this was going to be the game they played.

The game of pretend.

To say she hated it would have been an understatement. But that was what had occurred. They had gone on about their work as if nothing had happened. No mentions of that nights, and no hungry gazes.

But the night had happened, and how he could forget it so easily was not something she understood. She could do no such thing, in fact, the previous events had resulted in sleepless nights, and all too random frustrations for her. Apparently, she was alone in such consequences.

After the incident everything that happened had been over analyzed and complicated.

Now, every female that would show up in the building would leave her with a wave of jealousy, and every action Sesshoumaru did was examined under a microscope. Ignoring her current predicament, Kagome Higurashi told herself that she didn't care.

Nope, in fact, she could care less that the demoness before her boss was all but throwing herself at him.

Or that he had actually allowed such a thing to happen.

Yet there they were, staring at each other thinking god knows what while she seethed in waves of anger and jealousy. Releasing a huff of annoyance, Kagome looked down at the files before her and attempted to hide her hurt. Had that been all they were to each other? Something that could be tossed aside and ignored? Had he truly only been playing with her emotions? Just exactly how many women had he brought to his house? How many had he made breakfast for and then left them craving for much more?

Or had that been all a misunderstanding?

Cursing at herself, she couldn't help but scold at her own actions.

Hadn't she told herself that she wouldn't be like Kikyo? That she wouldn't sleep with her boss and keep it strictly professional?

To be fair, she hadn't—slept with him, that is.

But she had been ready.

And that had been what had created this mess. Now, for the past few days she had been tormented with dreams of him. His hands, his fangs, and god forbid that tone that he had taken with her.

His words continued to haunt her.

"Did you think I did not hear? Did not hear you call for me? Smell your body craving me?"

She had tried to resolve the issue herself, but that had only left her wanting more. He had all but started a fire, and upon the realization that she was unable to put it out herself, she cursed him for it. He had been her first, first to kiss her, and most important, first to touch her. And she had been more than okay with the thought that he would be the one to take her virginity.

Slamming down a few folders in frustration, she glared at the Daiyoukai that glanced up at her in confusion. Raising his brow at her in question, she wanted to do nothing more than yell at him.

You did this to me—now fix it!

And maybe she would have.

But then his attention had turned back to the demoness at his desk, and then and there, Kagome Higurashi made a decision on how to resolve her current predicament.

It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but suddenly she was unsure. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she debated her current situation.

Her hair, wavy and falling back past her shoulders was not her current issue. No, it was the black high waist pleated skater skirt that had suddenly given her pause. It had meant to be cute, and it was. But then it had been paired with high heels and a lace tops, and suddenly the outfit screamed sexy instead of cute.

And for a brief second, Kagome Higurashi wavered.

Never before had she realized how long her legs were, or just how small her waist was until she had put on this outfit. And now, she felt like an entirely different person.

But maybe that was what she needed.

To be a different person.

At least, to get her issue fixed.

She was a grown woman, and as such—she could make such decisions. Right? After all, wasn't this what the current hook up culture was all about? A one-night stand with no strings attached. And had she not given him more than enough chances to fix the current issue at hand?

Instead, he had all but ignored her.

Glaring at her reflection because of such a thought, Kagome grabbed her purse and decided that no matter what, she would not back down.

No, if she was to focus on work then she needed this issue resolved.

Never before had he been so angry. It was boiling up faster than he knew possible and the only thing that would cure it was a hunger for destruction. He knew it was not safe to speak while such emotions took over, but he could not for the life of him understand.

Had she not realized that what she was offering was no longer hers to give?

That she was his?

Had he not all but shown her with his actions?

His touches?

Apparently not.

Seething at the women before him, he held back a growl. Was she truly asking to be the center of unwanted attention? What other reason could she have for wearing such a short skirt? Especially as she sat at the bar stool consuming her now fourth drink. The small movement of her legs shifted her skirt in a way that you could almost see half of her ass, and while normally he would not mind such a thing he suddenly hated her for it when all the eyes in the room focused on such a view. Throwing out his youki in warning, he smirked as hungry eyes suddenly looked the other way in fear.

Did she realize the bar was mostly youkai?

Ones that she had no chance in fighting off?

Better yet, what was she doing in such an establishment?

Hearing the woman let out a small yawn, his eyes narrowed at the rise and fall of her chest, and hesitated for a moment to appreciate the view that it gave him. Memories of a certain night flew before his eyes, and suppressing his beast from rising, he turned his gaze to her face.

Determination.

That was what radiated off her.

But for what?

To get assaulted?

He scoffed at such a thought.

No, she was not so stupid as to come here without knowing the dangers.

Grabbing his drink, he quickly finished it with only one thing in mind.

Teaching her a lesson.

Allowing the darkness to swallow him, he stalked towards his prey with all the intentions of giving her what she deserved.