I gave up on composure a long time ago, if I hadn't, this would have never happened. The feeling of him against me tore me limb from limb. His kiss was like a drill against my skill, only when I let go completely could I be happy, and that's what happened that night, I allowed myself to moan out his name, I broke my own rule.

"I thought we were keeping this strictly business?" he said, some humor in his voice.

"Yea so did I..." I willed from my mouth.

"Well, yea." he said, I could feel his heart pound against mine.

"well I kind-of like you, but I barely know you and what I do know isnt all that good..." I said, my honesty was generally hurtful as fuck.

He sat silent, as the sun rose before us.

"We should probably split, I have to go to my day job..." I told him, so unwillingly.

"Yea me as well. We should meet up later though, I mean if you want to...?" he questioned.

"Yeah, maybe, hit me up on MySpace." I smiled at him. "You know, I always thought you were a good looking guy, even with your mask off." I was trying to make the conversation a little lighter.

"Yea well that was a one time thing,"he said.

"Don't be too sure, I see you all the time, but the question is...do you see me?" I was being coy again.

"Maybe one day I will recognize you." he cooed

"Doubt it." I said with a shy smirk. "Adios Doll-Face." and I was gone.

Within moments I was back home, in through the window. I ripped off my mask, and wig and stared at myself in the mirror. My lips were almost bruised from the night of kissing. The pit that had grown in my stomach was gone, placed my happiness but immediately I succumbed to the feeling that I feared most. Regret and fear.

I had to get help, and the only person I could talk to was her...Headache. I dreaded talking to her, she was so sexual, but helpful none the less, plus I could catch her on the way to work....

I cleaned myself up, and got dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, and an old grey boy beater, some kitten heel flats, and my old turquoise bandana. I did my make up and hair, and was on my way. I stopped off at my studio, I had recently gotten into studio arts, I was a mixed media artist. I didn't make much money off of it, but if I had never chosen this life its what I would have been anyway.

I got a few pieces, and dropped them into my portfolio. I ran out of the door, and headed towards headaches work. After a treacherous trip five blocks away from my studio I was here. I walked through the entryway to the courtyard, it was all made out of cement, the arches the benches, and the artwork. There were beautiful plants all around, making the building before me feel like an old Gothic masterpiece spruced up a bit.

I walked through the front door and was greeted by headache herself.

"Min-Pin! I've missed you!"she giggled softly.

Her little housekeeper outfit was adorable as always. Headache and I started working together a two years after my father passed, she had been kind of a surrogate mother to me. And it helped that she was Chris D'Amico's maid Carla. She was our inside informant, and had been for several years.

"Is you-know-who here?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yea he just got in, long night, black circles around his eyes means it was business." he told me.

"Yea...business...," I said uneasily.

"Well anyway what did you need honey?" she said as she led me to the sitting area.

"I have boy problems..." I said at last.

"Well that's a first!" she joked

"I know...i like this guy, but I know its bad for me, and I know there will be concequences-"

Carla smiled at me, and cut me off.

"When your in love the only consequences are the love its self. So don't worry about it, I'm sure hes an all around wonderful guy. Now enough of this, what did you bring for Chris today?"

I was angry, she didn't hear my whole story. We began going through my portfolio, and looking at my most recent pieces. When Chris walked in.

"Ah! Mindy! Its so great to see you, its been so long hasn't it?!" he said in surprise.

"Oh way too long!" I exclaimed back, we gave each other a gentile hug, but pulled back suddenly.

Everything that I had felt only hours ago flooded my memory in an instant. His body felt so perfect against mine, my heart was beating, and my face flushed red. After a moment of awkwardness I looked at Chris, he had the same confused expression on his face as I'm sure I did, he looked to me, and I panicked.