Hi, hi, hi! Princess is back with another chapter of Suit and Tie. I hope you don't think it's weird I write so fast, but I just want to make you all happy with my work. Thank you all for the lovely reviews and follows, I had never had so many! I love writing, and I am so happy I make you all happy with my writing. I just realized my mistake, my writing program changed the word Fate with Faith. I hope you enjoyed the story even with the mistake. Thanks to MamaAme.

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I woke up from a good night sleep, even the annoying beeping from the alarm clock wasn't making my mood sour. Sitting up in the bed, I stretched out my sore limbs, before going to the shower. I washed my hair again with the strawberry shampoo, knowing that Shizuo liked sweets, the information coming from the girls in the break room.

Coming out of the shower fresh, I went to find what to wear today. Going over my clean clothes, I chose a crisp white shirt, a bright red tie it tied in a bow and an open small black vest with black skinny jeans and black converse.

Skipping with my good mood in the kitchen I decided on making some pancakes. Pouring the mix on the pan, my thought's drifted on last night. It was very fun spending time with him, feeling almost like a date. And when he kissed my hand...

I know the reporter told you about me. Told you about me. About me.

''Oh, so you don't know? He's pansexual.''

I was distracted, almost burning my breakfast, but being fast enough to save it. I sat down by the table, munching my pancakes, when suddenly the 'ping' from my phone came, signalling me, that I had a text message. I took my phone, opening the text.

To: Izaya O

From: Shizuo H

Good morning! I hope you slept well. I just wanted to inform you, that I would like for you to make something sweet in the kitchen today. I will come up with a huge announcement today, so I need to get the stress away, and sweets always help me. When you decide on what to make, you are welcome to take the needed ingredients from Simon, he has a lot of supplies.

See you soon, Izaya-san. :)

Shizuo.

Another smiley face. We are getting more friendly, and he even moved to the first name base. I quickly finished my breakfast, washing the dishes, then going to my bookcase, pulling out a cook book my mother had gifted me. I turned it to the dessert page, trying to find the perfect one. It had to be baked, for this weather was cold, so I wanted to warm him up, but something so sweet to not get diabetes. I skimmed fast, finally setting on one, and sending a text back to him.

To: Shizuo H

From: Izaya O

Good morning, Heiwajima-san. Yes, I slept well, thank you.

Concerning the sweets, how do you feel about cocoa and some cheesecake brownies? I know the recipe from my mother.

I will see you soon.

Orihara Izaya.

I hit 'send', then gathered up all the materials needed for work, not forgetting about the organizer and rushed out the door, calling a taxi.

It was again that driver and he always drove me to work everyday. We had made friends in such a short while.

''Good morning, Sasuke-san.'' I greeted him, getting comfortable in the car, as he drove to the usual place.

''Morning, Izaya-san. Where were you yesterday?'' He asked me, trying to hold a nice conversation with me like every morning.

''Oh, I had to accompany Heiwajima-san to some events and he picked me up in his limousine.'' I said, slightly blushing, when my phone in my pocket 'pinged'. Well, speak of the devil. I opened the message, feeling slightly giddy and burning up.

To: Izaya O

From: Shizuo H

That sounds wonderful! I can't wait to taste you.

Shizuo H.

What?! Did I just read that right? Did he just really said he wanted to taste me?! I burned up so fast, even Sasuke-san noticed and asked if I was okay. I started to shiver, the heat of my face almost making the leather seat melt, when another message fell in my phone.

To: Izaya O

From: Shizuo H

I'm so sorry. I meant to write, that I can't wait to taste your cooking. Sorry, a call distracted me and I hit send, before finishing the message. The brownies sounds nice.

Heiwajima Shizuo.

Few! I almost had a heart attack from his little mistake. If he had meant it, it think I would have fainted in front of him. After brushing off the matter to Sasuke-san, we continued the relaxing drive, which, unfortunately was too short for my liking. I paid for the drive, climbing out of the car, entering the glass building, getting good mornings from everyone. I went to the last floor, reaching my work place, hanging my coat on the rack in the back, turning on my computer and putting my bag down on the desk, plopping down on the seat, cracking my knuckles and started to do the small office work I had for today.

I had received an e-mail from Yoko-san, the writer, and she had sent me some pages to draw for the book, on which I jumped on immediately. While I was sketching, I phoned Simon.

''Hallo?''

''Ah, Simon, it's Izaya. I need a few supplies from you. Can you make it work?'' I asked, while putting on some shading in the picture on the girls lips. I had to make an effect to make them seem soft. Soft like Shizuo's lips on my hand.. I shook my head to clear the thought from my head, hearing an 'of course, what do you need?' in my ear.

...

The raven switched his attention to the phone, listing ingredients, that were needed for the dessert.

''So, I will need some cream cheese, some chocolate chips, eggs, sugar and baking powder.'' Izaya finished the list, coloring the picture in the same time.

''Okay, Orihara-san. I will send an employee up for you.''

''Thanks a lot, Simon.''

The raven put down the phone, concentrating on the art. After 20 minutes, an employee came with the supplies, Izaya thanking him and putting them on the table, taking a deep breath, before fixing his clothes and heading for the wooden door.

...

I think I am going to barf. With a shaky hand, I knocked on the door, hearing his voice sing out a 'come in'. I opened the door, bowing in front of him.

''Good morning, Izaya-san.'' He said, looking from the papers he was signing.

''G-Good morning, Shizuo-san.'' The way I greeted him, put a smile on his face, as I turned away from his gaze, heading to the kitchen, putting down the ingredients, and after finding a black apron, I started the mix for the dessert.

An uncomfortable silence was in the room, and I pulled my headphones and phone out of my pocket, and receiving an approval I put them on, continuing my cooking with the music blaring in my ears. I couldn't help but sway my hips to the rhythm, completely forgetting about my boss being in the room, simply brushing of the thought of him, by thinking he was too absorbed in his work.

I poured the mix in the tin, spreading it around, when it switched to my favorite song. Revolver by Madonna. I always sang it along, and this time it was no exception.

''Oops, I guess I shot ya, my finger's on the trigger
I had a bullet with your name on it, click-click
I'm a sex pistol, my love should be illegal
Real deal, baby, I'm no counterfeit, click-click.''

The beat was so nice, and I broke out the loudest in the chorus, forgetting about my surroundings.

''My love's a revolver, my sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
My love's a revolver, my sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?''

It was the last song in the playlist, and after putting away my phone, I dragged the now finished dessert out of the oven, and while it cooled down, I put on the kettle and mixed in the cocoa in his favorite cup.

His cup...?

Oh. My. God. I am such an idiot! I forgot about him! And he definitely heard my singing. I could tell by the smirk on his face, trying to hide it.

I blushed scarlet red, before trying to act like nothing happened, mixing the cocoa with the hot water, and cutting up the fresh brownies. I picked one up, taking a small taste test. It was perfect. I put some of them on a small plate and the plate on a silver tray with the cocoa. With shaking hands, I picked the tray up, heading for my boss, setting the tray on his desk.

''Enjoy.''

''Thank you, Izaya-san.'' he said with a smile, picking one of the brownies up from the plate, putting the dessert in his mouth and bitting down. I saw him swallow the bit, his eye's slightly growing.

''My, this is fantastic. It feels like food from the heavens.'' Does he really need to talk like that? I blushed even more, as he chewed and held eye contact. He took a sip of his cocoa his face turning in such a smile as if he was winning the Nobel prize.

I went back to the kitchen, putting away everything in the fridge and their respective places, put away the apron and was getting ready to leave, when his voice stopped me.

''Izaya-san, could you please call all the managers and tell them to meet me at the reception desk in half an hour?'' He asked, his hand reaching for another brownie.

''Of course, Shizuo-san, it will be done.''

I was almost out of the door, when he talked again.

''I didn't know you were also a singer and dancer. You have a nice voice.''

''T-Thank you.'' I mumbled, before blushing again and continuing my drawing.

All the staff had turned up at the request at the reception desk, waiting what the big man himself was going to say. The blond male climbed out of the elevator, the raven following right behind, with his head stuck in his organizer, writing something down furiously. They both stopped by the table, the big man starting his announcement.

...

''Staff of Heiwajima CO, I am glad to announce, that one of the biggest contracts that we are waiting for is going to get signed after two months. But there is a catch, we have to hold a party in his honor and if is a success, this deal is in our pockets. So by that I mean, we will hold a ball in our ballroom on the first floor after 2 months. If you would all follow me, I will show all the work you will be doing in this room.'' He finished, leading us all to a room I had never seen yet.

Opening a massive white wood door, and the inside was magnificent. It was a large room with a wooden red floor, a small stage opposite the door over the room. Tables and chairs were lined up against the big windows, from which the light streamed into the room and a massive chandelier hanged from the ceiling.

''Okay. The restaurant management will be in charge of the food and the setting, music management is in charge of the artists, entertainment management for the..entertainment. To the rest of you, I will talk separately.''

I had never known this building had a ballroom. It truly was beautiful. But I was slightly afraid. I can't dance, I have two left feet and I always step someone on their feet. Shizuo must have seen my nervousness as after the staff left, he approached me, concern in his eye's.

''Is something wrong, Izaya-san?'' He asked, putting his hand on my shoulder. I just looked away.

''Will we need to dance in this party?''

''Ah, yes. Of course.''

''U-Um, I can't dance.''

A silence fell in the room, but then I heard the shifting of clothes and when I turned my gaze up, I saw him strip off his suit jacket, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt.

''W-What are you doing?''

''I'm going to teach you how to dance.'' He said simply, pulling out his music player, putting one earphone in his ear, handing the other one to me. I put it in and heard classical music pouring in my ear. He pulled me close, taking a step forward, making me take a step backwards.

''See? You already understand. As I do a step towards you, you do the opposite step.''

I understood his lesson and we twirled around the room for about 10 minutes, when the music stopped and he put the player away, but still held me close, our two chests touching. I looked in his eye's, my breathing slightly hitching in my throat, when he suddenly started to lean slowly down to my face. I was so nervous, that I stood frozen, but strangely waiting for his lips.

I could almost could feel his breath on my lips, when the door suddenly busted open, making us jerk back and separate.

''Heiwajima-sama, there is someone here to see you.'' An employee announced.

Shizuo ran his hand in his hair, pulling his jacket back on, excusing himself to me and then rushed after the employee, leaving me alone in the room.

I willed the blush to go down from my cheeks, a small giggle escaping my lips. I could smell his hot breath still on my face. It smelled sweet like the brownies he ate. His breath was sweet.

Fate is sweet.

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