WARNING! This chapter contains an explicit element! Read at your own discretion. Thank you!

Chapter Four

What's Done in the Dark

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{Normal P.O.V}

Rin Kiwoshama was an excellent secretary. That much she knew for certain. In her two short years of working for the Taisho Company, Rin had never missed a day of work, received a customer complaint, been in trouble with her boss or even used one day of her vacation time to pretend that she was sick. There had never been a problem or concern that Rin didn't know how to handle; Sesshomaru had trained her on how to run his office very well.

He'd also shown her what to do in a crisis situation. Meaning, a client has come by unannounced or unwanted and it was her job to get rid of them. So when Rin saw the raven haired woman in the oversized black petty coat and red pumps enter the lobby that afternoon, she knew exactly what to say…or so she thought.

The woman glared at Rin as she approached the desk slowly. The look on her face was intimidating—almost sinister—as if the woman had arrived determined to raise hell if she had to.

Rin remained calm and waited until the unwanted visitor was close enough, "Hello. Welcome to Taisho Co. What can I do for you today?" She asked politely.

The woman rolled her dark violet eyes, "Is Sesshomaru here?"

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Taisho is out of the office today."

"Well when do you expect him to be back?"

Rin glanced at her computer. The screen showed nothing but her desktop, however, she needed to seem convincing, "It looks like he'll be gone all afternoon."

"Look," the woman snapped slamming her manicured hands on the desk "I KNOW HE'S BACK THERE AND I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I SEE HIM."

"I'm sorry but—"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" The woman's voice was low and cold now. She exhaled slowly then sucked her teeth "I know his little game ok. I've been playing it for some time now. You can sit here and tell me all that bullshit you've rehearsed but I know Sesshomaru is in this building! How many times are we going to go through this, really? Why don't you do me a favor? Stop wasting my time and yours, pick up your little phone, AND TELL HIM I'M HERE!"

Rin looked up calmly. For the past week and a half the same woman had been showing up randomly demanding to see her boss. The first time that it happened, Sesshomaru had been very clear, 'Keep her away from this building' he said firmly 'she has no business here'.

Rin wasn't stupid, of course. She knew her boss was married. In fact, she'd seen his wife many times…although not much lately. The fact that another woman was making an effort to leave several messages and come by the office repeatedly for Sesshomaru was more than strange. But Rin also knew better than to ask questions. It wasn't her job to. Nevertheless, whoever this woman was gave Rin a bad vibe and she was more than happy to get rid of her.

Rin nodded in the direction of, Hank, the security guard who had been waiting in the corner of the lobby, "Ma'am, unfortunately, Mr. Taisho is not in the office today, as I've already informed you. If you like, I can take a message. Otherwise, I'll have to ask the officer to escort you out of the building."

"Yeah, you can take my message," before Rin could blink the woman had snatched her by the throat and pulled Rin right out of her seat. Immediately, Hank got to his feet and rushed towards them but the sound of his handcuffs clinking together didn't even loosen the woman's deadly grip "Sesshomaru can ignore my calls all he wants but he can't ignore me in person forever! You tell him I came by and if I come back one more time to this bullshit, someone is going to have a problem!"

Hank grabbed the woman by her wrists and freed Rin, who fell to the floor, gasping for air. Rin clutched her chest, trying to breathe. Everything had happened so fast that she could barely think straight.

Rin struggled to her feet, using her desk to support her body back into the chair. She watched as Hank carried the woman over his shoulders while she fought against him. Rin couldn't believe how psychotic the situation had just become.

The woman screamed one last time before she was finally silenced by the noise outside, "You better tell that bastard to buy a lot of blue!"

{Kagome's P.O.V}

I never was much of a drinker, but as I poured my second glass of red wine for the evening, it seemed as if alcohol was the only thing—besides Sesshomaru—that could numb me completely.

It was still early. About five thirty I guessed. I couldn't remember how long I'd been sitting on the couch consumed by my thoughts and staring at the plastic card in my hand. I twisted the card between my fingertips slowly, watching the gold letters shimmer back and forth. If I hadn't been so angry, I probably would've never looked at it twice to be honest.

Sesshomaru and I hadn't spoken in six days. The night after our fight, he had returned home to grab some things from his office and left once more. That time I didn't watch him go. I figured if the bastard didn't want to speak to me than I wasn't going to speak to him. Ever since then, I've barely caught a glimpse of him in the house.

Look how childish your being Kagome…

I didn't know if it was me or the liquor in my system talking but I didn't care. I'd allowed myself to care this entire time and look where it had landed me. I took another sip of my glass and stared at the card again. If Sesshomaru wasn't going to appreciate me then why should I stop someone else from doing it?

I was so annoyed that I didn't think twice when I stumbled to my purse and reached for my cell phone.

He picked up on the third ring, "Hello?"

I closed my eyes, "Naraku its Kagome."

For a moment it was silent and I began to think that I had dialed the wrong number.

I heard a few muffled noises before his velvety baritone returned, "Why Kagome, what a splendid surprise."

I bit my lip, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything"

"Nothing too important." Naraku breathed "I was beginning to think that I would never hear from you again."

"Well…I've recently had a change of heart."

"Really, now?"

"Yes…as a matter of fact, I was wondering if…if…" I swallowed another gulp of my glass. For some reason I was nervous and my throat felt extremely dry "If your offer for dinner still stands?"

Naraku chuckled, "Of course it does."

"Do you have plans for tonight?"

The line became silent again but this time it was only for a few seconds, "No, actually it seems that I am available tonight." Naraku replied smoothly "would eight 'o' clock be too late? I'll need some time to prepare."

I exhaled slowly, "No. Eight is perfect."

"Good. I can pick you up after—"

"I'll come to you," I said quickly. I didn't want to risk Naraku knowing where I lived just yet. I wasn't that crazy "Just tell me where to go."

"Alright Kagome," Naraku said deeply. I felt my insides get hot again when he said my name "I'll have my secretary call this number back with directions to the restaurant. How do you feel about Italian?"

"I love Italian."

{Normal P.O.V}

Kagome peered out the window of the cab in confusion as it pulled to a slow stop in front of a massive brick house. Her jaw fell open as she took in the sight. The house was three stories high with elegant white columns leading up the perfectly manicured lawn to a set of marble steps. There were huge Victorian style windows on each floor and a veranda wrapping around the property to a beautiful garden and covered patio on the right side.

Kagome couldn't believe her eyes. Of course, her home was larger than most others she'd seen but the house sitting before her was absolutely breathtaking.

"Um, are we at the right place?" Kagome asked.

The cab driver looked back at her and then at the house, "This is 217 Delatorre Avenue West."

Kagome couldn't hide her confusion. The address that Naraku's secretary had provided her with was the same as the address on the house she was staring at. But Naraku had mentioned a restaurant, not a house she thought to herself.

"Look lady are you getting out or would you like me to take you back?" The cab driver asked impatiently.

Kagome nodded, took a twenty dollar bill out of her purse and exited the cab, "Keep the change."

The cab drove off as Kagome began to walk up the winding driveway. She knew she was in the right location because of the familiar black Mercedes parked near the house. Maybe this is some kind of bistro Kagome wondered.

Her nerves were beginning to become knots in her stomach.

It had taken Kagome almost an hour to pick out something to wear. In the end she had decided on a simple black cocktail dress and black pumps. Her hair was in delicate curls that cascaded down her back and she had decided to wear light make-up.

It had been so long since Kagome had gotten ready for anything that she actually enjoyed the process. She'd felt like a woman again if only for a while. Kagome exhaled before gently pushing the doorbell.

After a few brief moments the marble door swung open and she was met by a pair of ravishing lavender eyes.

For the second time that night Kagome was breathless.

Naraku was dressed in a pair of black slacks with a deep purple Armani shirt. His inky black hair fell gently across a pair of broad shoulders and that ever so familiar scent of lilac that Kagome had grown accustomed to was radiating off of him.

Naraku smiled and stepped to one side, "Kagome you look amazing."

"Thank you," Kagome blushed. She stepped inside the threshold and Naraku closed the door behind her. The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside. It had high ceilings, tiled floors, and an intricate winding staircase to one side.

"I hope you found the place okay." Naraku came behind Kagome and placed a glass of white wine in her hand.

She offered him a genuine smile, "Well you had mentioned a restaurant so I was a bit confused when the cab brought me here."

Naraku chuckled, "You'll soon find that I enjoy surprises. Besides, I don't know anyone who can make a better chicken carbonara than me."

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Kagome was elated.

The evening had been more than pleasant. Naraku had arranged his patio with lots of candles, white rose petals and soft music. It was all very dreamy. The fact that he could cook blew Kagome's mind completely. The chicken carbonara that Naraku prepared had her taste buds running laps and her stomach more than full.

Kagome took a sip of what she guessed was her third glass of wine. She didn't know what kind it was but it made her feel relaxed and in a way…stimulated. Throughout the course of the meal, Naraku had told her stories of his childhood and upbringing. Kagome couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a wonderful time but she knew that she didn't want it to end.

"Can I ask you a question?" Naraku asked smoothly.

"Sure," Kagome giggled. She watched as he got up and kneeled by her feet. Kagome's heart sped up a little as Naraku slowly removed her pumps, "Have you ever had a Swedish foot massage?" He smiled.

"N-No. Can't say that I have."

Naraku propped her left foot on his knee and began working his strong hands among her toes, "They're very relaxing."

Kagome bit her lip, "Really? You're very cultured Naraku."

"What do you mean?"

"You were raised in Japan, went to school in the states, somehow learned to make the best Italian food I've ever tasted and now you know how to give Swedish massages? Is there any part of the world you haven't been?"

"Oh yes," Naraku said lowly "But I plan to travel there very soon."

Kagome's eyes fluttered as his hands began to move up the length her calf then back to her ankle. His touch was firm yet gentle at the same time. She took another sip of wine and allowed her head to hang back.

"What made you change your mind?" Naraku continued the conversation. Although his mind was focused on the massage, he couldn't help but notice how creamy and smooth Kagome's skin felt alongside his. He wanted to lick and suck each one of her beautifully manicured toes but willed himself against it…for the moment.

"Hmm?" Kagome opened her eyes and stared down at him.

"What made you change your mind about having dinner with me?"

"I couldn't…" Kagome sighed "I just couldn't take it anymore." The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them but a part of her didn't want to keep them bottled up anymore.

"Couldn't take what, if I may ask?"

She inhaled slowly, "Sesshomaru. The way he treats me…he's so cold. Like I don't matter to him. I try to fix things between us but nothing ever changes."

Until that point Naraku had never heard the name. He obviously knew that Kagome was involved with someone else, and he'd never really cared about that part. But now that Naraku knew Sesshomaru's name, he automatically despised it.

An unfamiliar feeling filled his body. Naraku didn't like the fact that another man was consuming Kagome's thoughts during his moment.

"You don't deserve to be treated like that Kagome," He breathed. Naraku inched his hands up to her thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs and it hardened him.

Kagome felt her throat dry up. She was trying to think about the conversation but her mind could only focus on the fact that she was becoming increasingly aroused. Every touch of Naraku's hand sent a shiver up her spine that she had never felt before, "I…" Kagome tried to speak but her words were silenced by the feeling of his fingers pressing lightly on her damp panties.

"Let me show you," Naraku moved closer, bringing his face only inches from hers while his fingers moved slowly inside of her "How you should be treated."

Kagome's eyes rolled to the back of her head. The pleasure she was feeling at that moment was pure ecstasy and her body craved him.

"Say the word," Naraku reached behind her back and felt his way to her zipper. He found it with ease and freed Kagome's ample breasts from the dress.

Kagome was staring up at him with buttermilk eyes. A moan was rising in her throat but she was silenced by his lips, unrelenting and searching against hers. She wanted to stop him, but his lips and body felt too good and I had been so long since the last time she had felt like a woman. Sesshomaru was never this passionate with her. He had never harbored the ferocious passion that Naraku presented at that moment.

It vaguely occurred to her that Naraku's strong arms had lifted her from the chair and into the house. The next thing she knew, he was slamming her against what felt like a wall. His lips had long left her mouth and were now trailing down her neck.

"Just say the word," Naraku breathed heavily against her as he grabbed her breasts and began to suck on them hungrily.

Kagome's eyes closed shut. She didn't have the strength to stop him as he began to rip off her panties and she didn't want to. A part of her knew that after she allowed this to happen, things would forever be drastically changed but she didn't care. She needed it.

"Yes…" Kagome moaned in his ear.

The last thought that passed through her head before succumbing to him was that maybe the bedroom would be a better place to do it but it was obvious that Naraku was making the wall work for them just fine. Then her thoughts ceased completely.

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