She looked down at the white card she held in her trembling hands, sucking her lip in as she read what the business card said again and again. Kaiba Corp, a smaller printed name beneath the Corporation's name read Seto Kaiba, a phone number beneath the name. Seto hadn't been lying when he told her he had been a CEO, as most guys did when she tended bar at Rip Roarin' Room. Still, though, her heart was a triphammer in her chest.

She decided it was now or never, and the baby inside her would be coming, not now, but in six months, so not never either. Either way, nausea rose in her chest. She walked into the tall building, and took the elevator up to Seto's office. She grabbed a hold of the door knob, and her stomach lurched forward, and a weak feeling washed over her.

She shook her head and chided to herself for being this nervous. She had slept with the guy, and she was nervous for showing up at his place of work. But her stomach obviously did not remember that night three months ago as it continued to do backflips. Overwhelming nausea hit her like a ton of bricks. She doubled over, determined still to talk to Seto.

She opened the door and took in who was sitting behind the large desk, Seto Kaiba. His cinnamon hair was tousled as it had been three months ago. He wore a sharp looking black turtle neck number. She still couldn't believe she had slept with a man as handsome as him.

He had been talking on the phone to someone. Seto stopped dead in his tracks, falling silent enough for her to hear the person on the other end of the call. "Mickey? What are you doing here?" He asked, a blush upon his cheeks, making her cheeks flame as well.

"I'm sorry, Seto, I didn't mean to interrupt," said Mickey, and again, she chided herself. This bastard knocked her up and she's apologizing?

He quickly said he'd call the person back and hung up the phone, sliding the black phone back into the cradle. "Mickey, are you okay? You look a little pale?" Said Seto.

Mickey Hiroshi clapped her hand over her mouth and she ran past Seto, and emptied the contents of her stomach into the waste basket that sat near his desk. Thick brown goop spilled down her chin. She knew this conversation was going to be a tough one, but she had never imagined it opening with cascading vomit.

Seto watched everything unfold, looking on with worried eyes. "Are you sick, Mickey?" He asked, realizing how dumb that sounded. "Take all the time you need, okay? Is there anything I can get you?"

Between bursts of vomit, Mickey looked up at him and more long drawn out minutes passed between them. "A mint would be super helpful," she said, before sticking her head back in the trash can.

Mickey could hear him rummaging through his desk. When he appeared again, he held out a mint for her. After a few moments, Mickey stood up again, never realizing how humiliating it was to kneel at a trash can and vomit.

She had for the moment stopped vomiting. "I'm really sorry about that," whimpered Mickey, rubbing the back of her head.

"No worries, are you feeling better?" Asked Seto, worry laced through his words. From under his desk, Seto opened a mini-fridge and handed Mickey a cold bottle of water. "I'm really surprised to see you again, Mickey. You left before I even woke up! I didn't even get to say goodbye."

"I'm sorry about that," sighed Mickey. And there she went, chiding herself again! Why was she apologizing to this man!? But Seto's eyes studied her. "I don't really do one night stands, I wasn't sure I could face you in the morning."

Mickey Hiroshi placed a glass of sake on a fresh napkin in front of a cinnamon haired man in a sharp white trench coat. Seto Kaiba seemed very out of place in a place such as the Rip Roarin' Room where the radio hissed between songs and everyone in there babbled on in their drunken madness. "Let me take you out a date," he said. "You shouldn't say no to me."

Mickey rolled her eyes, his offer had not been the first offer all night, but it had been the first all night that she would even consider. After all, his offer made her cheeks color slightly at the thought of being on the arm of a CEO of his own company. "Oh? And why shouldn't I?"

The guy he was with chuckled. "His ego. It's huge! Absurd even! The size of it is almost a handicap!"

Mickey smirked and placed a hand on her hip. "I'm sure his ego needs some stroking…and I'm pretty sure that's not the only thing that needs some stroking either," she said with a playful wink. Her voice was soft and low, a beguiling voice.

Seto had been taking a drink of his second drink that night, and mid-sip, he choked. He cleared his throat thanks to his friend's hard pats upon his trench coat covered back. "Don't worry, he's a fun date! You'd have a good time. And that's the Kaiba guarantee!"

Mickey giggled at the two men. "Ah, speaking from experience are we?" Again, Seto choked on his drink. "I don't even know your name, stranger."

"Seto. Seto Kaiba."

Mickey rolled her eyes. "You men and your egos."

"Speaking of egos, have you given any more thought to me taking you out tonight?" Asked Seto, pushing the now empty glass towards her.

Mickey blushed and looked up at him beneath her lashes and saw he was wild with anxiety. She loved the way he flirted with her. What did she have to lose? It might be fun. In a disastrous kind of way. "Let's blow this pop stand," said Mickey.

Seto Kaiba drove her from the Rip Roarin' Room, back to Seto's hotel room. Seto sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him, inviting her over.

"I don't know if this is a good idea, Seto," whimpered Mickey.

"I don't see the problem?" Hummed Seto, rubbing his chin. "Sleeping with you seems like a perfectly good idea."

Mickey rocked back and forth on her heels, contemplating her next move. Before she could even tell what was happening, Seto stood in front of her. Her face, cupped in his hands. Seto's touch warmed her skin. He pressed his forehead against hers and breathed her in. "Are you feeling what I feel?"

Mickey blushed and looked away from Seto. "I think I am."