"And this year," Ichiro's grin grew wider, if at all possible. "We're putting in a float!"
"Really!?" Toga looked excited. Ichiro nodded, shaggy black hair falling into his eyes.
"Sim!" The tanned male nodded again. "Mas o unico problema..."
"But the only problem is..." Kagome translated. "Toga-san does not speak Portuguese, Ichiro-san."
"Sim. Desculpe!" Ichiro laughed. "The only problem is that one of our female dancers quit."
Toga turned pleading eyes to his mate.
Izayoi snorted, placing a hand on her stomach.
"You will not see me out there in some skimpy outfit with these stretch marks!" She scoffed. Toga pouted and then turned his eyes to Kagome, who looked away and bit her lip. Ichiro caught on to what the CEO was doing and fixed his silver eyes on her too.
"Muito por favor, gatinho? Você vai olhar fabuloso. A dança não é muito dificil!"
"No..."
"Pleeease?" Toga begged.
"I don't want to." Kagome pouted back, blue eyes wavering.
"Kagome..." The silver haired man took on a whining tone. "I'll give you a raise."
"Toga-san," Kagome fixed her employer with a hard gaze. "I'm already the best paid assistant in Japan."
"I'll buy you a new car."
"I do need a new one."
"I'll buy you a new car that's twice as expensive as the one my sire would have if you don't do it." Sesshomaru growled quietly beside her, hard glare fixed on his father.