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A First Time For Everything	By : MiztikalDragon Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 18537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I dress frumpy because no female CEO wants to have a secretary who is both younger and more youthful looking than herself." It was not an answer I had been prepared for, not with the woman sitting in front of me, but then again, this entire night turned to be out nothing like my expectations.
Somehow my younger brother convinced me to attend this meeting on the pretense that the both of us knew Kagura would never show. The woman liked to dangle people on a string, mainly for the kick of it, though also for the mind games that came with the territory of running a business. We were supposed to have a meeting about a possible merger, Kagura never learned to live within her means and it was either be bought out or lose it all to loan sharks and bankruptcy. A woman like her would try to worm her way out of debt and if it had been her alone she was attempting to save, I'm sure it would have worked with the aide of a smaller, more lucrative business than her own. However, since it was a business that was sinking quickly, she was screwed seven ways short of Sunday.
This façade of a meeting had been something set up solely for her to save some face, to keep her income a little higher than she would have left to her own devices and I had intended to send my younger brother in my stead. Okay, so I was avoiding her, who wouldn't? She was conniving, always twisting and turning her plots and schemes out onto unsuspecting idiots and I did not want to allow her to grip me with her talons. I did not even want her anywhere near the lapels of my expensive suits in over exaggerated "fear" that somehow it would be leading her on. I would not doubt Kagura could become a money-hungry she-cat, it had happened before.
Anyway, normally I did not trust InuYasha's common sense, it was barely better than Kagura's when it came to affairs of life, but his judgment calls when it came to work never failed me before so I was inclined to lend him my ear for a moment. The woman was hurting for money, yet wanted to look strong and capable so of course she would send a bookkeeper or an office lawyer, someone who could take the fall for her failure and it may have been both the dumbest and the most intelligent thing she had ever done.
The location for this sham of a meeting was on the outskirts of the thriving downtown, just close enough to be hip, but far enough to escape the hustle and bustle of the business man's life. I spent minutes gauging the pros and cons of this façade, debating whether or not to waste my time entering the establishment or simply leaving and letting Kagura drown in her debt. I chose to enter, much to my own chagrin, but decided it best not to touch anything. Poor people are such dirty creatures.
The slightly busty hostess guided me to a clean booth, something that had been surprising in its entirety, her smile not quite reassuring me that I was in the right place. The lights were low, the wooden beams making me feel slightly as if I was in the cabin I spent my winter breaks in as a child. I had to give credit where it was due, the restaurant had a homey feel to it, but it was not a place I would choose to frequent if I had that kind of time on hand. I ordered a drink from the bar and the hostess left, a certain swagger in her hips that gave me the urge to roll my eyes. Some girls should have been taught that class doesn't mix well with trash and well, I was not interested in anything she had to offer in any sense.
I waited quietly, my eyes focused on my watch, keeping track of how many minutes and seconds ticked on and how late Kagura's stand in was. This did not please me, not one bit and before I paid for my drink the door opened quickly and a small creature flew in. She caught my eye due to how awkward she appeared to be.
Her hair was thick and tossed haphazardly on top of her head like a wet-used mom, strands of brown and black framing a face a little too chubby for her neck. Her body was short and blocky, her shoulders straighter than a ruler and her dainty hands clutching a large briefcase that threatened to pull her down onto the concrete floor. Thick glasses magnified her already oddly shaped eyes and I felt my stomach churn as she was guided to the booth where I sat.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," her voice was the only thing I felt was attractive on her, the slight heavy breathing and husky tone capturing the attention of my lower half. I was instantly scandalized by the realization that the little ugly duckling in front of me had a voice that could give me the chills. "I got caught in traffic. My name is Rin-"
"I do not care what your excuses are," I told her as she settled herself in the bench seat in front of me, the large briefcase landing on the table with a loud thud. "Being late is bad business etiquette."
Her blue eyes widened momentarily before melting and glaring daggers at me. The conversation after that immediately dwindled into stabs at character and appearance. The way her eyes narrowed and her bright pink plump lips spread into a thin line had my body reacting in less than pleasurable ways for me and lead to my inappropriate accusation on her being a 'frump queen'.
"You'd think it was because you were trying to hide unattractiveness with the unordinary and mundane," I couldn't explain my behavior, I felt like I was channeling InuYasha instead of my normal cool attitude and it was my behavior that was as unwarranted as her choice of wardrobe. "If we are absorbing you along with Kagura's pathetic excuse of a company you could at least dress yourself from somewhere other than a thrift store from the sixties."
"I don't know how you are still in business," she spat at me, her fingers digging into the tabletop. "You should have sent InuYasha instead of wasting my time by showing up only to snub your nose at me. At least I know his mother taught him manners."
Her words only made me angry and swallow the sputter working its ways from my throat. The nerve! Here I was offering her advise and she returned the favor by insulting not only me, but accusing me of lacking manners. If I had been a lesser man, I would have smacked those plastic frames from her face and put her in her place in a heartbeat. There was a witty comeback on the tip of my tongue, begging to be unleashed against her unprotected flesh, yet somehow I managed to cage it behind my teeth. She was already eyeing my drink, the amber liquid inside it and the small misshapen chunks of ice.
It made me wonder if she would attempt to down it in one shot or if she was tempted to throw it in my face and ruin my silk tie. Out of self-preservation, my fingers wrapped around the short glass, the condensation slicking my palm as I brought it to my lips and sipped silently. She didn't speak as I took another swallow, allowing the whiskey to warm my stomach and it gave me more time to size her up as a person. My experience told me she was a hard worker by the light colored rings underneath her eyes that cheap makeup could not hide and my eyes told me she was underpaid.
A secretary; however, she was not. No secretary of Kagura's would have a mouth as sharp as the woman in front of me, not unless they wanted to collect unemployment. Well that and I would not put it passed Kagura to hire a secretary that could give her vain heart a little eye-candy, a cute male better fit my image of what Kagura would have. Something she could flaunt.
"You know what, I don't even know why I wasted my time showing up," She was stubborn and I rose my eyebrow curiously at her antics, her finely manicured nails smacking against the table top. "If I wanted to be insulted I'd have told the manager in the sales department that her ass is the only thing capable of revolving around her. It's not like I'll have a job next week anyway. You wanted to review the client contracts and the accounting ledgers so there you go. They are all there for your viewing pleasure. I am nobody's gopher girl anymore."
"I beg your pardon?" I did not want to believe that the thick and heavy briefcase was filled with paperwork that was better off on hard drives and USB ports and office software. If this was how Kagura ran her business, no wonder it was failing.
"I'm tired of being everyone's bitch-o-meter," she climbed out of the booth, her blue eyes sparkling with anger and something else and it intrigued me. "People like you always judge by appearances and social status'. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I knew the moment you looked at me I was labeled as a poor ugly cow. InuYasha was right, you and Kagura belong together because though I've had the displeasure of meeting some assholes in my day, you two take the cake."
I watched with something close to horror as she ripped the buttons off of her suit jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it onto the seat she vacated. The cotton short sleeve dress shirt underneath was just as ugly as the jacket and I could feel my face heating in embarrassment as she continued her little strip show, her small fingers quick to unbutton her shirt. I should have stopped her, stilled her hands with my own to give her the sense of decency she seemed to be lacking, but as she practically tore the shirt from her body my jaw hit the table.
She had been wearing thick shoulder pads that were sewn into the shirt and without it, the bulky shape of her body disappeared. She was small in stature, the tight white tank top leaving nothing to imagination, fitting to every toned muscle and curve of her body. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. Her hands grabbed at the mop of hair on her head, tugging at it persistently until the thick brown pulled free and landed in a heap on the table. The long strands of black tumbled over her shoulders, bouncing slightly before curtaining around her in a teased, just out of bed look. It shocked my system like I was jumping into freezing waters in the late fall, she wasn't frumpy at all.
"Eat your heart out Sesshomaru," her voice became husky as she leaned over me and giving me an eye-full of cleavage.
Watching as she turned and walked away I swallowed the thick lump growing in my throat and willed my body to calm down. My heart was pulsing in my veins, adrenaline rushing through me and I felt a smirk inch across my face. I did not even know her name, but I was sure hoping she would be a part of Kagura's company I was now going to absorb into my own. First things first, I would be having a little chat with my brother before the night was through.
-TBC-
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