A week passed, Ike finding himself making up excuses to stay later and later at the home of his employer. One night after he was done changing the oil in her sports car he crawled beneath it to do minor busywork, the radio in the garage blasting out old rock and roll songs that had him singing along. He toiled under the car, singing along with Mötley Crüe's Bitter Pill, unaware of the footsteps approaching him.

"'Addicted to her, can't fight off the chill...'" he sang along, picking up another wrench without looking.

"Ike!" Zelda's shout made him jump, his wrench clattering to the concrete floor out of reach. He growled out a curse as he pushed himself out from under the car, his eyes landing on Zelda dressed to the nines in a long flowing ball gown. The cream colored gown dipped lightly at her chest, the deep purple colored stripe down the middle, forcing his eyes to travel down the length of her body. Damn designer knew what they were doing when they made it. She looked amazing, and it took him a second to realize he was gawking.

"All dressed up?" he tried to joke, his mouth feeling dry for no reason. "What's the occasion?"

"A benefit," she said and he nodded, wiping his hands on a rag in his back pocket.

"Well you look beautiful," he said honestly, swallowing hard. "Do you need me to drive you there?" he asked and she shook her head, the golden triforce earrings dangling from her ears catching the light.

"No, my escort for the evening is picking me up in his limousine in a few minutes," she said and he tilted his head.

"Then why are you out here?" he asked and watched a slight blush crawl up her cheeks.

"Just wanted to tell you I'm leaving in case you needed anything," she said with a small smile and he shrugged.

"I've got a car to work on, and Sixx, Mick, and T-bone to keep me company," he said and she looked at him curiously. "The radio's having a Mötley marathon... You know what forget it." He shook his head and looked at her, taking in the beautiful sight before him. "Let me know when you get in and I'll see you safely to your room. If this rich douchemoe isn't a perfect gentleman I'll kick his ass." She laughed, stepping up to him and kissing his cheek gently.

"It's not like that Ike," she said and turned to leave. Ike watched her go, more importantly the way her hips swayed as she left before turning back to the car.

"'My bitter pill! My bitter pill!'" The sound of Vince Neil's voice haunted him as he went back under the car, humming along quietly, feeling her lips on his cheek even as he went back to work.

XxX

Hours passed and Ike found himself tuning up everything he could on the car before he grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and left the garage, heading back towards the mansion. He shook his head at the opulence, but kept going, stopping at the front step and sitting down. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out, smiling at the picture from his sister. Her little baby boy, wide awake at ten o'clock. He shook his head and responded, asking who was in charge of who before sliding the phone back into his pocket.

The sound of a car pulling up pulled him from musing over his sister and kids and he watched the limo pull up to a stop before him. He leapt to his feet and opened the back door, watching with mild amusement as Zelda stumbled out. She was obviously inebriated and he caught her before she fell face first onto the cement step. Ike shut the door and waved, watching the limo leave before turning his attention to his very drunk boss.

"Have fun?" he inquired and she giggled up at him.

"It was so boring!" she said with a whine as she wobbled on her feet. "But," she held up a finger, "they had an open bar." Ike shook his head and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Let's get you in bed," he told her gently and she hummed in approval, making Ike rethink his phrasing. "You in your bed," he amended and she shook her head, letting him pull her into the mansion.

"Like you don't want to join me," she teased and Ike gripped her harder, trying to keep her from stumbling on the marble floor.

"If you weren't drunk you wouldn't be saying this stuff Zelda," he chided as he half carried her down the hallway.

"I'm not drunk!" she defended and he snorted. Finally they made it to her bed and he eased her down onto the comforter. He stood before her, watching her eyes travel down his body before he knelt down to help her out of her heels.

The little latches were bitches to get open but finally he did and when he looked up he found her eyes still on him. "Lay down Zelda," he coaxed and she let out a moan.

"You never say my first name, I want you to say it all the time," she moved closer to him and before Ike could blink she had her arms around his waist. Ike tensed, feeling panic rise in his chest as she buried her face in his stomach.

"Zelda let me go," he almost begged, breath hitching when she kissed the fabric of his shirt and did it again, moving lower and lower. "Zelda-" he jumped as her lips brushed against his pants beneath his belt buckle, so very close to touching something that was unfortunately betraying him and trying to rise to the occasion. She pulled him closer, trying to kiss lower and he did the only thing he could. Ike gripped her hair and jerked her head up, forcing her hazy eyes on his. "Stop doing this Zelda please," he begged, not letting go of her hair.

"Do you really not want me? Am I that unloveable?" she asked sadly and Ike sighed heavily as he released her hair and bent forward. He didn't let himself rethink his actions before his lips were on hers, a gentle kiss that made him ache to pull back from.

"I never said I don't want you," he whispered into the minuscule space between their lips, "I just don't want you when you're drunk. Now lay down and get some sleep. I'll set out medicine and water to help with the massive hangover you're going to have in the morning." He backed up, almost free of her arms when she pulled him in close again. Ike gasped as he felt her lips kiss his half hard cock through his slacks, and before he could register what he was doing he was forcing her head away.

"Next time I won't be drunk," she said and he took a steadying breath before he turned and went into her bathroom. He shut the door behind him and slid to the floor, trying to calm himself down before he did something they'd both regret.

"She's drunk, she's drunk, she's drunk," he whispered the mantra to himself as he stood up on shaky legs and began to search the massive bathroom for aspirin.

XxX

The next day found Ike standing by her sports car he'd spent the evening tuning up, his arms crossed in front of his chest nervously as he waited on her to come out the front door. Finally she did, with big dark sunglasses over her eyes that despite himself had Ike smirking. She made it down the steps and he opened the door for her. He watched her pause before she got in and he tensed. Would she fire him? He'd fought off her advances but he did kiss her after all. He gulped and nodded to the seat. "Come on Miss Nohansen, you've got a business to run," he said and she seemed to relax a bit before she climbed in the car. Ike slammed the door and hopped in, buckling himself before putting the car in gear.

"Thank you Ike," she whispered as they moved down her driveway.

"For what?" Ike asked as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

"For not letting me do anything foolish," she said and he shrugged as he kept his eyes on the road. "I was drunk off my ass and-"

"We'll say it never happened Miss Nohansen," he offered quickly, trying to not think about how much he wanted the evening to end differently. She snorted and he looked at her curiously.

"Ike I tried to fuck you last night can we please drop the whole last name crap?" she asked as she pulled off her sunglasses and looked him in the eye.

"Sure thing Zelda," he said and turned his eyes back to the road. They were silent for a moment, watching as the countryside gave way to the city.

"It would've been good though," she pointed out and he looked at her abruptly. "Drunk Zelda has no limits." Ike let out a huff of air through his nose and turned his eyes back to the road.

"I don't doubt it," he muttered under his breath and saw her smirk out of the corner of his eye.

XxX

They watched another movie that night, Ike once more holding her on the couch. At some point he fell asleep and the next thing he knew a cool hand was pulling him to his feet. He didn't argue with the insistent tugging that resulted in his head hitting a soft pillow and a warm blanket draped over him, nor did he bother to open his eyes when a body laid down next to his. He wrapped his arm around the slight waist as he rolled to his side, pulling the body closer. His mind tried to make him wake up, tried to remind him of where he was, but he pushed all the thoughts aside as the body next to his molded against him. Thinking could wait until morning.

XxX

A beeping alarm that was definitely not Ike's pulled him from a rather graphic dream about his boss quickly. His eyes opened and he paled to see her laying in front of him, her face tucked under his chin. He tried to move to the alarm clock on the table closer to her and heard a whine leave her throat. He leaned across her body, slapping the obnoxiously beeping contraption until it shut off and tried to lay back down only to find her looking to him with amusement. "I hope you aren't that rough with my car," she said and he chuckled as he laid down again, knowing full well she could feel his very awake morning problem against her thigh.

"Never," he replied, trying to play it cool. She moved her leg gently, her thigh rubbing against him and his nostrils flared. "I should really get up," he said and she smirked.

"Seems to me like you already are," she teased and he blushed as he stood up on shaky legs.

"Sorry," he mumbled and turned to go.

"Have my car ready, I want to do some shopping today," she called out and Ike nodded to show that he heard her as he left the room and went to do just that.

XxX

Ike had always hated shopping. Nothing about it had ever appealed to him and nothing ever would. Shopping with Zelda was no different, except the stores she shopped at were high class places with labels he only recognized from working for her. The day passed with neither one commenting on his impromptu sleep over, but Ike couldn't help but feel as if something had once more shifted their dynamic as she looped an arm through his to pull him into a shoe shop. The women behind the counter immediately swooned over the billionaire, Ike rolling his eyes as they offered her cucumber water and fancy candies. While they fussed with her Ike took a look around, a smirk on his lips at the high dollar heels his mother would call hooker heels before shaking her head in disgust. He allowed himself the brief mental image of Zelda in them and instantly regretted it when he realized he liked the idea. A lot.

"Ike?" Zelda calling his name pulled him from very dirty thoughts and he turned his head to her, hoping against hope that she couldn't see his thoughts on his face. "Can you carry the bags out to the car?" He nodded and took the bags from the sales lady, following Zelda out the door dutifully.

"Where to?" he asked and she named a lingerie shop, Ike banishing any thoughts it brought on quickly. He hopped in the driver's seat and they took off. After a beat he looked to Zelda to see her looking out the window.

"I'm getting hungry," she declared and he nodded once.

"Where do you want me to take you?" he asked and almost jumped when her hand touched his thigh.

"I want something good, take me somewhere," she demanded and he thought for a moment before turning into a parking lot of a Mexican food place. The outer walls were faded and the sign had seen better decades, but Ike knew they served good food.

"Hop out and don't be rude, these people are amazing," he said and she gave him a look.

"I'm not rude," she said and he chuckled as he took her hand off his thigh, squeezing her fingers before he let go.

"You're always rude," he said with a wink before hopping out of the car.

XxX

Errands done they made it back to her mansion, Ike pulling the sports car straight into the garage to check under the hood. Something was wrong with the way it handled and he was determined to find out. "You're making me walk from here?" she whined with a smirk and he looked at her.

"I figured it wouldn't kill you," he said and she shrugged.

"It might. Us women are delicate creatures you know," she said and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah because you're so delicate," he said and got out of the car. He went to her door and opened it, her stepping in front of him. He quirked up an eyebrow and she held out her arms.

"Carry me back," she commanded and he let out a disbelieving laugh. "Carry me," she said again, the smile on her lips giving her away.

"Alright," he turned his back to her and crouched. "Hop on," he said and she laughed as she clamored onto his back. He stood up and moved to the trunk to open it. He grabbed the bags with one hand and held her up with the other, moving to leave the garage with a smirk on his lips.

XxX

After dropping her unceremoniously on her bed, which made her laugh, and dumping the bags beside her he turned to leave, calling out as he did, "There you go your majesty. I'll be in the garage if you need me." He didn't expect to see her again, not while he was fixing the car, so he pulled off his suit jacket on the walk back, loosening the black tie and rolling up the sleeves with practiced ease.

XxX

Ike toiled under the hood, finding a loose bolt that would've done some serious damage had it come free on the road, and was now checking everything else. His hands were covered in grease and dirt, the grime almost up to his elbows. He was lost in his own world, caught off guard when Zelda turned him around. "Zelda," he breathed her name in shock, taking in her lustful expression with a raised eyebrow. "What're you-"

"I want you. I'm tired of pretending I don't," she stated matter-of-factly and Ike swallowed hard.

"Zelda-"

"I'm not drunk, now what's your excuse?" she sneered and to Ike's surprise she pushed him against the hood.

"I work for you, I'm covered in grease I-"

"I don't care," she said, hands already moving to his belt. Ike felt his belt come loose, his pants unzipped and unbuttoned, and then her slender fingers wrapped around him. Ike inhaled sharply, tensing up against the car as she slowly fell to her knees before him.

"Zelda, you don't have to do that I-" he jumped as her lips closed around him, shutting his eyes against the onslaught of pleasure. "Fuck," he breathed and without thinking gripped her hair as she started bobbing. "Zelda," he groaned her name as he leaned against the car, unable to stop her if he wanted to. His hand gripped her hair tighter as her motions came faster, him feeling like for the first time in his life he might lose control in the first few minutes.

He could feel it building up, the need to release, and wondered briefly how to warn her if she didn't want it to happen in her mouth. After a moment more her teeth lightly grazed his head and that made him jump into an action he hated himself for. He gripped her hair and pulled her lips from him with an obscene pop that made him immediately regret his decision. Her eyes looked up into his and he took in a few deep steadying breaths, trying to fight through his lust clouded mind to find the words he wanted. Tears welled in her eyes and she got off her knees, not looking at him as she stormed out. Ike forced himself back into his pants, ignoring the voice in his head screaming about serious blue balls later, and walked out of the garage to talk to her.

"Zelda!" he called her name loudly, expecting her to turn around, but instead she took off in a run. "Oh come on," he sighed and took off after her. She made it to her bedroom door, Ike gripping her arm to bring her to a jarring halt. She whirled with a glare, her tears leaving jagged trails down her cheeks as she stared at him.

"Let me go," she said in a low voice and Ike shook his head. He pulled her close and held her against him, ignoring her trying to shove him away. After a long moment he looked down at her, noting the anger and hurt in her eyes.

"You don't have to do anything like that for me," he said softly and she tried to shove him again. "Zelda I mean it. I'm not saying it wasn't mind blowing but-"

"Then why pull me away?" she demanded and he sighed.

"Because I wasn't sure if that's what you really wanted. Zelda," he ducked his head, catching her eyes despite her efforts to ensure they didn't make eye contact, "I want you, but I don't want you thinking I want you to just suck me off and be fine with that. I'm not that kind of guy alright? It's a give and take and-"

"I need to get to a meeting in an hour downtown," she cut him off, her mask Ike hadn't seen in weeks sliding over her face. "Have the car ready by then." She pulled herself from his arms and Ike felt like she slapped him when the door shut in his face.

XxX

Ike stood by the car in front of the mansion, not knowing what if anything he could say to fix what he had inadvertently fucked up. She came out the front door, her hair up in a quick bun that he knew was hiding whatever grease she wasn't able to wash out of her hair. She didn't pause before walking down the steps, didn't hesitate to come down them, and certainly didn't seem like she was going to stop outside the car, except Ike didn't have the door open. She paused, eyes on the shut door and Ike willed her to look at him.

"Zel-"

"Miss Nohansen if you please," she said curtly and Ike felt his heart break. "I expect your resignation on my desk in the morning." The words cut like a knife and he nodded numbly, opening her door silently. She climbed in and he shut the door, walking around to the driver's side with defeat in every step.

XXX

Well... That was a bit more graphic than I usually do. The insult on the rich guy, Ike calling him a douchemoe, came directly from my amazing hubby who said that a few days ago about a game character and I laughed so hard I had to put it in something. Special thanks to Purple Mercenary for reviewing last chapter! It means a lot. As always, let me know what you think! Much love, Leigh