Im so sorry its been so long since I have updated. Some inspiration has finally come to me. If you like this story you should also check out my new story Guilty. Thanks, Ainsley.

Rin huffed in the mirror, she just didn't know what to do with her hair. She had never curled her hair in her life and she wasn't good at much makeup except maybe mascara and lipstick. But she wanted to look nice, she wanted to look like the girl he should be with. However, she knew she couldn't fit the role with her mousy body and messy hair.

'Kagome would know what to do.' She sighed, when she heard a knock on her door.

"Ms. Rin I was just coming to remind you that you will be leaving with the master in a little less than an hour. The maid looked at her nervously, she was still wrapped in a towel and her hair was still sopping wet.

"Oh Ms. Rin!" The maid tutted over her undressed form and Rin began to feel very self-conscious. She heard the maid saying that Sesshomaru wouldn't forgive her if she let Rin leave with him like this.

Rin moved away from her and secured the towel around her chest before dismissing the maid, "Please tell Mr. Sesshomaru that I will not be joining him for dinner.

"Oh Ms. Rin, you cant cancel! He'll be furious!" The maid practically begged her.

Rin paid her no heed, "Yes, I'm going to retire for the night. Tell him I am sorry to disappoint him."

The maid put her head down in defeat, "yes, Ms. Rin."

Rin sat back down and began to brush her hair when she heard the maid walk off. The bathroom was still slightly steamy so she couldn't see her reflection in the mirror. She closed her eyes and began to hum as she tugged the knots out of her hair.

"I do not appreciate being stood up." She screamed when she felt Sesshomaru right behind her. She wrapped her hands over her toweled chest and looked up at him. He looked very handsome, he was wearing corduroy pants with a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was pulled in a ponytail and she could smell cologne drifting from his chest. She stared at him dumbly, waiting for him to step out of her bathroom.

"Would you like to tell me why it is you don't want to go to dinner with me?" He crossed his arms across his chest and stood tall staring down at her.

She realized how childish her reason was now that he was staring at her, "I couldn't make myself presentable…" she trailed off playing with her fingers and staring at the ground. He didn't say anything and she slouched where she was sitting, trying to make herself seem smaller.

She heard him sigh and felt his hands suddenly in her hair. She watched him grab the brush and he pulled her hair into a ponytail that matched his. He pulled her onto her feet by her elbow and drug her into her closet. She blushed madly as she watched him dig through her underwear drawer pulling out a matching bra and underwear set that he had bought her. He then pushed through her clothes that were hanging and grabbed a pair of black leggings, and a flannel shirt that used to be her dads. He handed all of it to her and stepped out. She was dumbfounded at his boldness, but got dressed all the same.

She stepped out of her closet, and almost ran into him, as he was literally standing right outside of the door.

"You look presentable to me, now lets go." He grabbed her wrist and gently tugged her out of the room.

They got in the car and he cranked the keys, "Where are we going?" Rin asked, extremely curious. He didn't answer, he pressed the button for the front gate, and then sped off.

The sun was fully set by the time they had made it into the city, the chilly November air caused her to shutter as he opened the car door for her. She got out and awkwardly stood next to him. He ushered for her to walk and she heard the car door close and heard him lock it. He was quickly back at her side, and continued to walk her to the small restaurant on the corner.

She eyed him curiously as they walked up to a small Italian restaurant. He felt like she was judging his choice so he quickly justified himself, "It's small, and the ravioli is good. I come here with my mother sometimes."

She nodded in understanding and walked into the restaurant. She watched him talk to the hostess, and she nodded and grabbed some menus. He reached his hand out for hers, which she took, and they followed the hostess out to a beautiful courtyard.

Rin looked around the red brick walls were covered with vines, and there were tealights strung above their heads. The tables were decorated with roses and the white table cloths glowed under the dim lights. There was a fountain in the middle of the courtyard. Angels were situated on top and around the edges, the water twinkled in the lights. She gave him a big dazzling smile and he led her to the table the hostess had deemed theirs.

It pleased him that she was happy with where he had picked. He figured she would be. Rin wasn't the type of woman he could take to five star restaurants, or for dinners with his business partners, the people around her would eat her alive with her lack of upper class mannerisms. But he was glad she wasn't, because until he had met her, he hadn't realized how boring dinner parties were, and how much he hated stuffy waiters at those restaurants. He pushed her chair towards the table as she sat down. He walked around and sat across from her. Her eyes were still sparkling with wonder, which made him smile. She turned towards him and smiled, "This is wonderful."

"Im glad it pleases you." He answered curtly. He felt shy for the first time in his life. He didn't even know how to approach her, or say anything that was on his mind. He didn't even know why she was so intimidating to him. He looked at her sitting across from him with her messy hair, and her disheveled flannel shirt, that was obviously too big for her. But then he looked into her eyes, and he was lost, their deep chocolate was melting into a bright honey color under the lights glow. Her pale skin was flushed from the cold, and her eyelashes brushed her cheeks with every blink. He hadn't realized she had asked him a question until she spoke again.

"Well?" she looked at him expectantly.

"Im sorry what was it?" he began to get flustered that he had been so caught up in her he didn't even hear her speak. He should not be letting her have this effect on him.

"I said, you said you come here with your mother? What's she like?"

Why on earth did she want to know about his mother? he definitely didn't know but he answered her any way, "She's very cold and blunt. She nags a lot. She loves herself more than anything on this Earth." His voice wavered as he watched her stare at him with her head in her hands.

She smiled, "I never get to hear you talk much, I want to know all about you."

Why she wanted to know about him was beyond him but he complied, he took a deep breath and began to tell her everything he could think of.

Rin had no idea how little she knew about Sesshomaru. He told her about his childhood, growing up with divorcing parents, and a stepmom and a little brother he couldn't stand. He told her about how he graduated at the top of his class and he attended Yale for, first, a law degree, but had switched to business in his fourth year, causing him to have to stay in school longer. He glazed over all sorts of topics, his least favorite foods, his first girlfriend, which she noticed he was less than happy to indulge. She absorbed all of it, loving that he was talking. He had talked until their food arrived, which caused a moment of silence as Rin observed her food.

"Let me know if I can get you anything else." The waitress looked only at Sesshomaru, it was as though Rin didn't exist.

However, it pleased her when he turned to look at her and said, "Im good, what about you Rin?" she nodded her head yes and he dismissed the waitress.

"This food is delicious!" Rin smiled as she wiped some spaghetti sauce from her lip.

Sesshomaru nodded in agreement, setting his fork down. "So tell me about you Rin."

She blushed, he hardly ever addressed her so forwardly, and it was strange. "Well, I am twenty eight, ive lived in New York my whole life. My parents died when I was eleven, it was a car crash. I was put through foster care until I was old enough to return back to the house that my parents left to me. Which as you know, burned down a little over two months ago." They both cringed at the memory but she continued talking. "I have pursued so many careers, I wanted to be a beautician, then a waitress, then a secretary. Now, I usually just make stain glass products, or do landscaping for my neighbors. I love flowers. My favorite flower in fact is a tulip."

She continued to talk even though she felt like he wasn't listening. When she had just finished, he stared at her again. She couldn't stand it when he stared at her, she felt a twist in her stomach and her whole body heated up when his golden eyes bore into hers. "And your favorite color?"

"What?"

"What's your favorite color? I told you mine, it's blue. Whats yours?" His serious face caused her to start laughing. He made it as though it was such an important fact to know. He didn't comment on her laughter and waited for her to answer.

"It's purple." He nodded. She didn't know why he thought it was so important. But she found it endearing that he cared enough to ask.

Once he had paid the bill, they stood to leave. The wind blew against her again and she shuddered. She felt him put his arm over her shoulder and pull her close to him. She blushed at their proximity but smiled. She could smell his cologne and she swore she had never smelled anything so delicious in her entire life.

They were walking down the street, with her still under his arm. She noticed a familiar car as she walked by, "Um, Sesshomaru, that was our car."

He said nothing but continued to walk, pulling her along. They began to walk deeper into the Little Italy of New York City. She looked all around at the shops, and all the people bustling about. It was amazing here. She hadn't realized where they were, too absorbed in the view around her, until Sesshomaru removed his arm from around her. She turned to see where he walked off to when she saw a flower cart.

He walked back holding a single red rose, wrapped with a beautiful purple ribbon. He handed it to her and he seemed nervous. "They didn't have purple tulips, so I hope a rose with a purple ribbon will suffice." She watched him awkwardly rub the back of his neck, when she began to giggle.

She held the rose close to her and reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's perfect." She then pulled his head down to hers and kissed him deeply.

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