Ch 3

She led him away from the crowd and back up to the house slowly. He followed as she walked up the stairs to her room. She smiled as she opened the door and pulled him in by the tie. He kicked the door shut behind them and she released him long enough to lock the door.

They were all over each other. Mouths fused together, hands groping flesh. Pulling at clothes. His hands moved to the thin straps of her dress and he slid them down over her shoulders moving his mouth down kissing and biting the exposed skin. She sighed and a small moan escaped her. He smiled as he brought his hands up and found her bare bottom. "No panties? I like that."

"I never wear them." She answered as she tugged at his belt buckle. "They just slow you down." She unbuttoned his pants and began pulling his shirt up, exposing hard abs. She traced her finger over the lines in appreciation.

"Where's the bed?" He asked as his hands moved for her zipper.

"Bean bag is closer" she whispered, pushing him down to the chair and climbing on top of him, fusing their mouths once more.

"Holy hell!" He exclaimed "where did you learn all that?" He was breathing hard and exhausted.

"A lady never kisses and tells." She brought her mouth to his again. "But that was certainly fun." She stood up. "We should do it again sometime. I'm here all summer." She picked up her cell phone and tossed it at him. "Password is 1250. Put your number in." She turned and bending over put her dress back on. "You mind zipping me up?" He stood up and adjusted his pants silently. He was speechless, he had never been dismissed so carelessly. After zipping her up she turned and kissed him again. "Thanks for the sex, it was great." She turned and left him standing in the middle of the room like a fool.

A week later he still could not get the girl out of his head. Jethro Gibbs had started as his new security consultant and everything was going smoothly. He was standing in Jethro's office going over some security files with the man when the door opened and a lone bag attached to an arm popped in, followed by a redhead with a bright smile. "Hey daddy, I figured you would be hungry." She entered the office with the large smile still on her lips. "Well hello blue eyes. Fancy meeting you here." Today she wore a tank top scooped scandalously low showing a generous amount of ample cleavage and barely there shorts and black converse with no socks. Her hair was up in pigtails showing off her long regal neck.

"Maggie, this is a place of business. You are not dressed appropriately." Her father scolded. "Mr. Kaiba, I apologize, I promise she does have home training."

Maggie shot the older boy a wink. "Now Daddy, I spend eighty percent of my time in Boston. How do you know I have home training? I could be a wild heathen, a nudist even!"

"Because I know your mother. She raised a lady." The man said. "Now drop the food and get. I'm busy." He laughed at her.

She put the food on her desk and leaned over it giving him a kiss on the cheek and Kaiba a view of her backside. He felt his body stirring as he remembered her no panties remark. She turned "later blue eyes." She shot him a long lusty wink. She closed the door behind her. It took everything in his power not to run out the door after her.

A little while later he walked out of the security room door to see her leaning against the wall. Her arms crossed over her breasts and the leg with that delicious dragon tattoo was crossed over the other. "You never called." She said with a smirk.

"I didn't have your number." He responded with a smirk.

"You're a smart man, I figured you would have thought to call yourself from my phone. But then I realized that you didn't put your number in my phone either."

"You left me standing there like an idiot. I am not a booty call." He said in a low harsh whisper.

"That's too bad." She pouted. "Because a booty call sounds nice right now." She fixed his tie and turned away. "I guess I will have to find someone else to occupy my summer." She turned away from him to walk away. Suddenly he grabbed her arm and started pulling her toward an elevator. As the door closed he was all over her, lips and hands wandering over her body. "What about the cameras?" She gasped. "I don't mind giving someone a show, but I don't want that someone to be my father."

"Private elevator." He whispered. "Now shush." He continued his onslaught as she moaned and sighed under him. The elevator door opened on the top floor of the office building and he pulled her along again to his office. Once the door was sufficiently closed she began fighting with his belt and pants, his hands working on hers as well. "You are beautiful." She gave a throaty laugh and he growled in desire. He picked her up wrapping her legs around him and walked them to the couch throwing her down harshly. This time he would be in control. She unbuttoned his pants and tried to touch him, but he slapped her away. He took her hands, in one of his, and held them above her head, preventing her from touching him at all. With the other hand he came between their bodies and began removing her shorts, pulling his pants down with one hand after. He let go of her hands once he was sure she got the no touching memo and moved her shirt up so that he could lay wet, hot kisses on her exposed stomach. He went lower and brushed his teeth over her hip bone. She moaned loudly and arched under his mouth.

After, they lay in a tangle of hot, sweaty and exhausted limbs, both teens spent. Her head lay on his chest as he traced the line of her spine gently. "Well, I guess I need to be going." She said trying to stand, but he held her tightly in place.

"Why do you insist on running? Enjoy this time of relaxation." He said, closing his eyes and sighing deeply.

"You've never done this before, huh?" She asked looking up into his eyes. "The entire point is to get off and get gone."

"I'm afraid I have never done this before." He answered shortly. "My sex life is usually with people I'm dating."

"And I've never dated." She answered in a whisper. "This is all I know." She sounded ashamed, and he did not like that sound. She pulled away and he let her up this time. "I really do need to go. I won't bother you again." He sat up and looked at her.

"Maggie," He started as she began to dress, she ignored him. "Maggie, look at me." Again she ignored him. "Magnolia, look at me!" She turned to face him, her eyes red rimmed. "You are not bothering me, truth be told, I like your distractions." He smirked and she smiled. "But, I don't like the love and leave. Let me take you out, have dinner with me." It was not a request.

"I don't date."

"Well I do, and I would love to keep seeing you…all of you. One dinner, if you don't enjoy yourself then I guess I can be your "booty call" as you called it." He stood, pulling up his pants. "Just one, Maggie." He watched as she nodded and pulled on her shorts.

"My dad can't find out about it. You are his employer, it would not be good, and you have to promise me that when things end, as they will, that you will keep my father employed. I don't want him suffering because you are butt hurt."

He laughed at her crass wording. "You have my word." He brought her in for a chaste kiss. "How about you meet me here Friday night say 8 and we will have dinner at my home. No chance of press, so your father will not find out."

"Thank you."

Friday night came quickly, and she was nervous. She had on a pair of black jeans with a black sheer sweater with black tank top under it. Her black chuck taylors on her feet with no socks. He was waiting for her at the door of Kaiba Corp when she pulled up. He opened the door to the limo and she ducked in quickly. "Ever been in a limo before?" He asked.

"I've been in Boston society since I was eight." She replied with a chuckle. "I've been in my fair share." He moved to sit beside her.

"I have a ground rule for tonight." He said, bringing her eyes up to his. "No sex." She looked at him puzzled. "No sex on a first date. It's a common ground rule."

"No wonder I don't date." She joked, leaning back and into his shoulder.

"So how is the motherboard working for you?" He asked, trying to start some kind of small talk to avoid awkward silences.

She looked back up at him. "Like a dream, I've got my processors overclocked, everything is perfect. Thank you again."

"I'm glad you are enjoying it."

"So, a date, what does that usually entail?"

"It's usually dinner, and conversation, or a movie, it can be anything."

"Except sex." She said and he nodded. "This is a strange concept for me. I have never met any man who was interested in what I have to say. They usually only want..." She motioned at her body.

"Anyone who knows how to overclock a processor and build a motherboard has things worth saying." He said, picking up her hand, sending a shock of lust through him. He would tamp it down though. When he said no sex, he meant it. He would not use her body, not tonight at least. "So I know you like to sing, and build computers, what else occupies your free time?"

"I read a lot, as you saw from my bedroom, I like to run, it's a stress reliever. I also love to bake, but I think my favorite thing is theater. Back in Boston I'm in an amateur acting group, we do musicals. We do pretty good, the last one we did was Rocky Horror. I had so much fun."

"Musical theater?" He raised an eyebrow "seriously?"

"It started with my homeschool drama club, then my advisor set up a meeting with the director of the group and I was hooked. Our first play was Sweeny Todd. That was the inspiration behind the rose tattoo on my back. Ohhhhh my stepfather was pissed when he found that one. It just spurred me to get the others."

"I thought you had to have a parent's signature for a tattoo?" He said looking at her.

"Nah, that is only true if you aren't friends with your tattooist. Mine's name is Mikey and he does awesome work." She laughed, "I get a call one night, at dinner with my mother, stepfather and his brother, that Mikey has drawn this amazing picture and needs to ink it right then. That's how I ended up with the ridiculous dragon. He was so proud of that drawing, I didn't have the heart to tell him that I had no idea what it was."

"It's a duel monsters card." He said with a smile.

"Mikey said as much, said he watched some guy duel and saw the holo of the monster and fell in love." She shook her head. "I have no idea, I've never seen a duel." He liked the way she laughed and the way she talked about the people she knew. "I think when I get back it will be time for another."

"What would this one be?" He asked.

"Dealer's choice. The only tattoo I picked was the tramp stamp. Mikey has picked the rest."

"What if he picks something awful?"

"He never has, he knows me better than I know myself. While I poke fun at the dragon, I do love it. Dragons are my favorite." The small talk continued to his home, both asking questions and him trying to soak in all of her answers.

Once they got to his home, he opened the door for her, not waiting for his driver, and held a hand out for her. She took it with a smile. "Such a gentleman." He smirked, not releasing her hand. He led her up the stairs into the foyer of his huge home. "Wow, this place is amazing!" She looked around, it had beautiful tile floors and wood paneled walls. He led her further in, through a closed door and into a dining room with a large table set up with two place settings. He brought her to a place and pulled the chair out for her, she smiled as she sat. He moved to sit across from her and smiled. "So, what now blue eyes?"

"Let's eat." He summoned the maids who brought out a salad course.

"Thank you," she murmured politely. "This looks great. I'm starving, my nerves have been up all day." She blushed.

"Mine too," he confessed. "With you never being on a date before, I did not want to mess it up." She smiled over at him. "So far, how am I doing?"

"It's nice, a definite change from anything I have done before. It's nice to have no expectations of anything." They started eating and kept the small talk going, getting to know each other better. So far he liked everything he was learning about the girl. She was smart, charismatic, intelligent and very pretty. "So, Joey said you changed your company from weapons of war to gaming systems. I find that noble. What made you decide to make the change?"

"I like games." He answered honestly looking at her. "They have a clear winner and loser, they require strategy, and I am a bit competitive." He winked at her. "While war requires strategy as well, no one usually gets hurt in games."

"You have obviously never played paintball." She laughed. "Matt shot me one time, close range, left a bruise the size of a saucer. But that's what happens when you play with the big boys." He winced.

"Never imagined a Boston socialite would play paintball."

"I'm only a socialite during the school year." She teased, "during the summers I surf, swim, fish, play paintball and get filthy." She winked. "I have to play pretty pretty princess in Boston, but in Virginia I can be in my full redneck glory."

"Redneck?" He asked, "isn't that a derogatory term?"

"Only if you use it that way. I was raised in Virginia in the country until my parents got divorced. My mother was married within about three weeks of the divorce being final and because my dad worked 24/7 mother got primary custody and we moved to Boston. There I was called all sorts of derogatory names, the least offensive one being redneck. But anyway, I don't usually see it as derogatory, I love that side of my life. Fishing, riding in the woods, boat rides, swimming in the river, shining after dark."

"Shining?"

"Its where you go to a large body of water, like the everglades or a big river and shine a spotlight. You can see gators by the thousands. It's really fun to throw a whole chicken in there and watch them swarm." She looked at him and saw a strange look on his face. "Sorry, that's country fun. It's also illegal, but only if you get caught"

"Do you really do those things?"

"Not anymore, since Daddy moved here I guess this is where I will be spending my summers from now on. But I will definitely miss it." The maids came out again and removed their plates, laying another plate down with grilled chicken breasts and vegetables. "Thank you, this looks delicious."

After dinner they sat on his couch with cups of tea, she had her bare feet tucked under her, sitting sideways on the couch to look at him while they talked. It was close to midnight, but she was not ready to go home just yet. She was enjoying herself. "So, on a scale of 1-10, how was your first date?" He asked, touching her knee gently.

"Honestly?" She asked, and he nodded. "It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Forming a connection based on something more than physical attraction. You have a beautiful brain, and I love that. Intelligence is extremely sexy." She blushed. "I would give it a seven."

"A seven?" He asked, laughing.

"That leaves room for improvement." She smirked, and he laughed again. "So how does this work? Do I plan a date now?"

"If you would like, you can plan the next one."

The clock in the hall chimed midnight and she sighed. "I need to get home, Daddy will worry." She stood and he followed.

"Come on, I'll drive you back to your car." He took her hand and started to walk off, but she pulled him back and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. "Maggie," he warned, "kissing is usually reserved for the second date." He kissed her deeply again, bringing his arm around her waist and pulling her to him tightly. "If we keep doing that I won't take you home."

"Well to keep us from breaking your rules, take me to my car." She smiled up at him as he let her go.

The next morning he woke up in his bed alone to a text from Maggie. 'Thank you for last night. I really had a great time.' He smiled.

'You are very welcome, I am looking forward to doing it again soon.'

'How about tonight, Joey is having his friends over for a movie night. Why don't you come and bring the kid? Spending time with the kid is good cover'

'That sounds like fun' he responded. In reality, being around the dorks sounded the furthest thing from fun to him, but she would be there and he would do just about anything to be around her again. He had known her for a week and already could not imagine not having her in his arms. Her hold on him was almost magnetic.