Lucy typed away at her desktop at a spread sheet that had to be introduced soon. She needed a cover page, charts, and she also needed to create a power point presentation for the next board meeting. All while doing this, her focus was starting to waver.
She couldn't stop thinking about Hiro. He plagued her thoughts and dreams. She thought about what he could be doing right this moment and she thought about if he was thinking about her. After their one night of passion, he was a man of his word and promptly took her out for lunch in a fancy restaurant at the eleventh floor of a building. Lucy felt nervous because she wasn't no where near dressed for the expensive place and she even spotted some celebrities dining there.
Hiro allowed her to get anything she wanted from the menu against her protest about paying him back. She looked at the menu and paled. A salad was $45. She opted for a burger and fries which was nearly a whopping $60! And it wasn't even made with all the good diabetes juiciness that promised a short life and painful death.
Afterwards she gave a hasty goodbye before leaving, not even giving him so much as her phone number before hopping in the first cab she saw. She sighed, maybe it was for the better, she wasn't in his league anyway.
As she rode home, Lucille realized she was back to her mundane life. A life that revolved more around her work than anything. When she got to her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and began to shed her clothes from the party, she realized one key detail.
She left her panties!
Great, she cringed. Now he probably thought she was some vixen or something. Like that was her special mark for him to remember her by.
Lucy drew a bath and took the time to admire herself in the mirror. Purple bruises dotted across her caramel skin and she also took note of the bite mark on her inner thigh. Geez, she breathed. When her bath was ready she relaxed into the warm water and allowed it to soothe her aching muscles.
She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander to anything or anyone in particular.
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It was approaching her lunch when a tall familiar figure emerged from the door behind Lucy's desk.
"Miss Valentine!" Her boss boomed happily as he came to the side of her desk. Lucille stood from her desk, alarmed by his boisterous manner. She had almost thought she did something wrong when he came out. Did she forget something in the spreadsheet proposal?
"Yes, Mr. Wolfe?" She addressed him. Her boss was a young guy- probably early thirties with dirty blond hair slicked back with a grin that made most of the women in the office swoon. He looked as if he use to be an all American man and popular jock in college and high school. Frankly, Lucy wouldn't be far off to say that the company currently in his hands was a small baby given to him from his father's company- their parent company. Overall, her boss was a fun loving guy with a big heart and an uncanny knack for business he inherited from his father. Current man was brimming ear-to-ear in front of her.
"I have a promising meeting coming up in about...-Now. It's your lunch, right? C'mon and bring your notebook too, I need you to take notes." Lucy hastily gathered her things and clocked out for her lunch. She trailed behind her boss to the company limo where he babbled away to her over how excited he was to see his old friend.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Lucille took note of how fancy it looked. It oddly reminded her of the restaurant Hiro took her to. The driver opened the door for both of them and they entered the establishment. Lucy didn't realize how hungry she truly was until the smell of food hit her nostrils and her stomach replied in demand.
They were ushered to a table in the far back of the restaurant, a section reserved mainly for important guests and Lucy's sparkling brown eyes clashed against sharp charcoal ones. She nearly dropped her writing pad at the sight of the man she never thought she'd see again. Standing in all his beautiful glory was the man that not even 24 hours ago, was ravishing her body like she was his source of nutrients (the way he ate her out would've thought so). Standing next to him was his assistant, a beautiful pale woman with dark hair and brows and thin lips coated in a red lipstick.
Hiro's eyes were glued to her. He wore an impassive look on his face but she could see the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Hiro Kaneshiro! Long time no see!" Her boss shook hands with the man and clapped his arm with his other hand. Mr. Wolfe stepped back to introduce Lucy but he was stopped by a wave of Hiro's hand.
"No need, Lucille and I are already well acquainted." The way the last word rolled off his tongue was not lost on Lucy but the underlying meaning in his words flew right over her boss's head and he simply beamed happily.
"Wow, small world. Now let's sit." Hiro obliged to pull Lucy's seat out much to her protest about doing it herself. A waiter came moments later to take their orders. Her boss and Hiro opted for alcoholic beverages and light appetizers to start their time whilst Lucy simply ordered sparkling water. She was so nervous that she seemed to lose her appetite the moment she locked eyes with him.
Lunch was uncomfortable. Hiro's assistant was seated across from Lucy whilst Hiro took her right side and her boss took her left. At times, Lucy would accidentally brush her leg against Hiro's and earned a curious quirk of his brow. She hastily apologized but she swore he took her gesture as an open invitation to grab her knee. The simple touch sent volts of electricity down her spine. She turned towards him and felt her eyes get tangled in the dark murmur of his charcoal orbs and felt like a fly in the spider's web. A secret hung on the edge of his lips as she swore he was aching to say something to her and honestly, she wanted him to. Would he utter a snide remark? A harmless comment? A declaration of his desire to take her again? The questions burned her throat like a glass of warm dark liquor and she hoped he would want to take a sip from her again but just as the heat between them could escalate, a feminine voice broke their trance.
"Mr. Kaneshiro, Mr. Wolfe asked you a question." The woman seemed pissed as she had to witness their moment. Hiro looked displeased as he regained his composure effortlessly and spoke.
Lucille took that moment to sigh into her notebook. She needed to get a grip. This man foretold trouble for her if she continued to toy with him. His assistant also seemed to have an instant dislike for her and she didn't blame her. For the rest of the lunch, Lucy kept her nose in her book and took diligent notes all the while trying to ignore the way Hiro's hand continued to creep a little farther up her leg.
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"Order 258!" A barista called. A woman with a mane of curls pulled back into a water using, gel slicked, wooden brush, and prayer-made-it-happen ponytail jumped up to receive her order. She grabbed the latte and thanked the barista and made her way back to the table that was filled with her close friends and colleagues.
"So yea, I had to work on a presentation all last night and that new guy- Mr. Kaneshiro? He hated it! He knit-picked everything wrong with my proposal and even after that, he went one to insult my choice in power-point theme!" Her friend, Jackson sulked. They all listened on sympathetically. Jackson was your average, everyday office nerd with a complex to please the man. He rarely ever screwed up, was always on time with coffee and donuts, and was usually favored by Mr. Wolfe himself.
Lucy patted Jackson's back soothingly. Seems everyone was feeling the brunt of the devil- Hiro Kaneshiro since he's made his way into town. He's been demanding and cold to everyone around him. Everyone except Lucy but she ignored all his advances. He would toy with her, say something that would cause her to stutter in shock or walk pass her and his hand would ever so gently grasp the curve of her waist and it drove her wild with desire.
But she refused to give in! She promised herself she would be more professional and would not do a repeat of the night of the party. She was better than that, damnit!
In the midst of her thoughts, a petite young woman plunked down next to another of her friend. Her eyes carrying bags and her hair was not brushed but thrown into a lopsided bun.
"Whoa, what's wrong with you Rumi?" Asked Lucy, genuinely worried about her best friend.
