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A/N: I don't own Inuyasha

Ever had one of those days where you just want the world to go fuck themselves? Well for me, the totally sexy Inuyasha Taisho, today is one of those days. (The rest of the year is where I fuck every female in the world.) Because guess what fuckers! It's Valentine's Day! Yes, the day where everything is made into a love song or some Nicholas Sparks movie is watched constantly. You can't even take a piss without some guy coming into the bathroom right next to you and singing a damn love song. That's not what completely makes me hate today though. I hate Valentine's because love is a fucking lie! Who needs it? I don't! I have everything I need: Money, sex any time I fucking want (all I have to do is walk somewhere and BAM! Cause I'm a sex machine), and a big ass dog in a big ass (expensive) house. That is love in my opinion. What can beat your big Doberman slobbering all over you while watching TV? Even though I would like to stay in bed on this horrid day and do just that, my bitch of a receptionist, Sango, had a different plan. Did I mention that a fellow co-worker of mine, MirokuTaran, is married to my receptionist? Yeah, it's so nice to hear the office sex on my lunch break.

Anyway, back to the story of how I met the love of my life and along with her learned the lesson of my life and how I become a complete and total sap. Here I am, laying in my comfy and over-expensive bed having a glorious dream, *cough*wet*cough*, when Sango barges into MY damn house telling me to, kindly, "Get my ass out of bed." I groaned and slowly opened my golden eyes. Maybe I'm dreaming…but why would Sango be in my personal fantasies?

"I can't believe I ever wanted to sleep with you at all in my life. You're too damn noisy. How did you get into my house?" I groaned.

"I have a key," Fucking wonderful…, "and you need to get the hell up. You a job interview in an hour for your new secretary."

"I have a damn secretary."

"You fired her a month ago and I'm tired of filling in for the damn job because your ass is too lazy to find one!"

Right, I forgot that's why Miroku is cockblocked…sort off. Ha, fucker. "…Fine."

You know what's weird? Standing up with a huge massive boner and Sango NOT looking at it. How the hell do you not even stare at it? Maybe she's used to it now, because she has WOKEN ME UP so many damn times that my dreams never finish! Speaking of my dreams, I keep dreaming of this dark haired girl who I'm screwing but I can't see her face. All I know is, it feels better than anything I've ever felt before. I wake up before we get to finish, I really hope it's not some sort of bad omen. It's kind of freaking me the hell out. Ugh, whatever, it's too early to be thinking about this anyway. In need of a relaxing and cold shower, I stripped down after Sango left, which didn't require much seeing as how I was only in my red boxers, and turned the shower water on cold. It hit my back in a soothing massage, the icy water like a relaxing rain sliding down my back and tense muscles. Sadly, Sango is an impatient woman, so I couldn't spend so much time as I would like thinking over the raven haired woman in my dreams. I stepped out, water pooling from my body onto my rug as I reached for my towel. When I got into my room, my clothes were laid out for me. She also dresses me like I'm some damn child who can't put my foot in the right hole. Whatever, at least it's one of my nicer business suits. The pants were a black jean material, while the short was a fitted button-down with a black jacket. Plus, you can see my abs through the shirt. Bonus bitch!

Note to self: hide keys from Sango and change locks.

"Good morning!" greeted Nazuna, who wasn't bad to look at and was another member on the financial team. I nodded to her as I walked to the elevator and she smiled at me from her office.

"Your interview should be here in about 20 minutes," Sango warned, "Try to be nice."

I scoffed and closed the elevator door. Sango may be bossy as hell and maybe a little psycho, but she is a dam good receptionist. She is nicer to people over the phone than her own her husband. I sighed as I flopped into my large leather desk chair. My shiny oak desk was scattered with papers and unorganized; my laptop probably hiding underneath the mess. It hadn't been clean since…I fired my secretary. That moment you realize you can't do shit without a one. Yura was my secretary for two years; I can't believe I let her work here for that long. She was a hair-ogre demon, meaning she loved herself some hair. Including mine, which got me into some deep shit. It's gorgeous okay? It reaches my waist in silver waves, which is convient for girls to pull on during sex, but Yura? She fucking WANTED it. About a month ago now, she eventually got to the point where she tried cutting off my neck for it. I threw her ass out the damn door.

That's the story of my over-hair-obsessive secretary and how I got into the predicament of needing a new one. I'm just hoping this one won't try to cut my neck off and I think we'll get along just fine and dandy. I can deal if she's ugly…maybe. A scent that my sensitive nose caught stopped me from my train of thought. Vanilla and orchid? Oh my God, it's…delicious. Who the hell smells like that in my office building?

Sango popped her into my door. "She's on her way up. You ready?"

"This isn't damn prom. I'm fine."

Sango left me to my own devices.

Now that I look back on it, someone must be love me up there for some fucking reason. Because my new secretary? Holy fuck, I almost creamed my pants. Her black raven hair was blue when the light hit it and was pulled into a tight bun with her bangs hanging above her eyes, which were brown and big. She wore green, small reading glasses that gave her a sophisticated look that I honestly could not help but be attracted to. Her white button down shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt, the color contrasting against her creamy white legs. Her tiny feet were complimented by tiny black heels. That just screams hot, dirty sex. Fuck me…please…anywhere.

" ?"

"Uh, yes? I'm sorry, I…went somewhere."

She giggled and held out her tiny hand for me to shake. Wait, you mean I can touch her too?!

"I'm Kagome Higurashi. I would like to be interviewed on the position of your secretary."

I nodded and shook her hand. "Well, first tell me a little on your schooling experience." I motioned for her to sit down in a chair and she complied.

"I went to New York School of Justice, though I majored in math classes. I graduated with honors and in the top five of my class in high school. That was eleven years ago. I graduated from New York last year, and I want to gain experience in a law business before I become a lawyer."

"Do you want to work here in particular?"

"It's an option. It's one of the top tree law businesses here in Colorado. If you would have me, that is."

I'll have you alright…under me and screaming my-

I snapped out of my thoughts.

"The position is yours. You start tomorrow."

"Thank you. I won't let you down." Kagome swore to seal the deal..

I felt a bolt of electric shock go through my arm and down to my toes. My breath hitched sharply; the touch said it all. It changed my whole being, my whole reason for living. I wanted her, and not just for warming my bed, I wanted to take Kagome on dates and all that mushy shit that only happens in Nicholas Sparks novels. I didn't want to have sex with her; I wanted to make love to her. Ace, my big ass Doberman, would live with us in a big house and he would run around the big ass yard I purchased. How did I know that from on single gesture? That simple gesture known as a handshake sealed a deal alright. The deal of forever, the deal that she was my mate.