- My Muse -

Prologue

"What were you saying?" Her voice purred. "About my uncle."

He furrowed his eyebrows, shutting and reopening his eyes. The alcohol was setting in, he figured, and today he wasn't tolerating it.

"You're what?"

She sighed. Skating her hand across his chest, her fingers tugged on his front buttons until they came loose, one by one.

"Mr. Fujibayashi. The vice president-" her nails scratched along his collarbone, "-of your father's company."

He wiped away the sweat forming under his brow. "What about him?"

She stretched her arm over his shoulders, her fingertips grazing over every mark and scar hidden under his shirt. "There must be a lot of pressure with being CEO."

"Not really." He huffed, rubbing his forehead. He had already shrugged off his blazer and threw off his tie, but the room was sweltering.

"That's amazing," She awed, slipping her hand between his buttons, caressing over his skin, "how you just started working under the company's name two years ago. I wouldn't have thought that... he'd think you were qualified."

His mind was elsewhere, otherwise, he would wonder why they were still talking about work.

"You're so flushed, Hikaru." She muttered. Feeling his cheek with the back of her hand. "Are you that excited already? We haven't even started."

"What?" He tried to sit up, but her hand eased him back down.

"And you haven't finished your drink."

He rubbed his eyes with one hand, as she pushed a cup into his other, cupping her fingers around his to hold it steady.

He held no obligation to protest, as she guided the rim of the cup to his lips. He shivered at the fierce taste of the warm champagne, but downed the entire glass.

"Good boy." She whispered.

He didn't move, as her leg slid over his lap. He put his hand down on her bare thigh, and felt himself melt into the sofa. "Cheiko-"

Hikaru was cut off by her lip, and his words died in his throat. She moved her hand to his neck, and through his hair. His expression barely faltered as she traced her tongue over his teeth.

He felt the goblet disappear from his grasp, and moments later something shattered against the floor.

"Ah," she pulled away, just far enough to lick her lips. She tasted like his breath. "You really are something, Mr. Hitachiin."

He laid his hand at her waist, feeling her cold skin against his. He wanted to feel more of it. Suddenly it was the only thing that mattered. He wanted all of her. Every piece, and he just couldn't seem to get it fast enough.

His hands flew to the buttons of her shirt, ripping them away as fast as he could get them undone.

She sat on his legs. A smirk slicked across her doll features as he removed her shirt. She grabbed his face, distracting him from his main goal, and slammed her lips against him again. The hunger in her kisses were almost painful, but his mind was too disoriented to care.

He felt unconscious, but his hands kept moving, aching, searching for that little bit of relief that was always just an inch out of his reach.

Cheiko squealed into his mouth, as he maneuvered her bra, and groped her breast, using his other hand to pull her deeper into another awkward, wet kiss.

He was in charge on the outside, but he was in her clutches.

He lost grip of his better judgement. What he was doing was completely out of his control.

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