A/N: Back by popular demand (?) Its just a nagging storyline that wouldn't go away.

A little smut alert ahead, so you readers don't get ploughed over and be left in a puddle.

I don't know if I'm continuing with this (which is quite a lot of fun), or back to my other fic. A little feedback will be welcomed.

Disclaimer: I don't really write smut. Not really. Oh, oops, wrong disclaimer. I mean I don't own Mai Hime or anything of Sunrise.

Natsuki was put to work straight away. After earning her new stripes and a corner office at the top floor of Fujino Empire Corporations, Shizuru had not wasted time in making full use of her talents, in a most unexpected way.

Down Natsuki… what were you expecting?

Miyu had shown her into her office, right across that of Shizuru. The CEO herself was strangely missing in action. Not that she made Natsuki lonely in her absence. Oh no.

As Natsuki shut the door and strolled into her office, whistling and admiring the intricate woodwork, she noticed a thick pile of papers waiting for her in the centre of the desk, next to the stylish iMac computer. There was a yellow post-it note glaring at the top.

"Make sure you finish your homework, NA- TSU- KI. Love, Shizuru."

Natsuki let out a low groan. The woman sure knew how to torture her. Paperwork was the bane of Natsuki's existence. And since when were the two of them on lovey-dovey terms anyway?

Since you made her scream your name with your talented fingers, and left her all weak and satisfied at the massage parlour, Natsuki. Way to go, Romeo.

While part of her gloated and congratulated herself for pulling that coup de grace which sealed her promotion, she was nonetheless kept wondering if she had gotten herself more than she had bargained for. Shizuru Viola was known to be a ruthless businesswoman, despite her pleasant outward appearances.

Pleasant my ass, Natsuki thought as she carelessly threw her leather jacket across her ergonomic chair. The woman had a dark, psychotic streak that Natsuki would not want to make friends with.

Take for example, what in seven heavens was this table calendar doing on her desk? It had Shizuru Viola smirking at her in various poses, all through the months of January to December. Natsuki idly flipped through the calendar, leering at Shizuru in different business suits next to their company logo of a six-headed hydra. Talk about corporate propaganda. Now she would have Ms September – oh whaddya know, its still Shizuru! – staring out at her while she worked. Maybe that's the whole hidden agenda, to brainwash employees to think their CEO had her eyes on them. Well, Natsuki had to give it to that woman, it was an interesting way to increase productivity. No doubt the men would be especially fired up, she groused. Shizuru Viola was an attractive, fine specimen of a woman.

She flopped onto her chair and propped her heavy boots up on the desk. She was about to pick up the first few papers from the stack when the screensaver of her computer came on.

"HOLY SHI-! !" Natsuki clambered to her feet, sending her chair toppling to the ground. The bikini edition of her table calendar flashed tantalizingly across the computer screen. Shizuru in a revealing, red two-piece; Shizuru doing nude tanning on some white sandy beach; Shizuru chasing a beautiful golden retriever in a flowery sundress…

Natsuki's eyes were about to bug out. Not to mention, her heart was also attempting a prison break through her ribcage. By instinct, she picked up her leather jacket from the floor and flung it across the offending screen, thus protecting her modesty. Or that of digital Shizuru's. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried unsuccessfully to scrub the image of Ms April Shizuru – the bikini version – from her mind.

Miyu knocked and popped her head in.

"Everything alright, Natsuki?"

Natsuki spluttered, now completely red in the face, looking like she choked on a fishbone. She pointed a trembling finger at the screen, which still revealed a peek of Ms February Shizuru in all her bare-skinned glory. Miyu walked over and glanced nonchalantly at the iMac.

"Ah. I believe Viola-sama has pulled a practical joke on you. That's her private 2011 collection." Miyu calmly added as she bent down to lift Natsuki's chair off the floor. She fixed Natsuki with a level stare.

"You're bleeding, Natsuki."

"Wha-?" Natsuki managed to croak.

Miyu pulled out her ever-ready stash of starched handkerchiefs and dabbed at the top of Natsuki's lips. Natsuki blankly took over the task as Miyu retreated back to the door.

"Try to get some work done, Natsuki. Viola-sama would not be pleased if you don't," she said as she closed the door with a soft click.

XXX XXX

Natsuki eventually settled down to the task of clearing the documents on her desk. At first glance, it seemed to be a series of muddled, ill-prepared account statements. While she had a good head for numbers, being a former computer hacker after all, she couldn't understand why her CEO would want her to plough through this.

Somebody from Accounts oughta be sacked for such poor quality work, she thought to herself.

However, as she got more and more engrossed, her interest was also piqued. Slowly, she came to the realization that she wasn't studying the company's accounts, but a rival company's instead. And these were not the official account books as well, for it traced the convoluted flow of funds, from America to the Swiss banks, a few loops through some Asian countries, then back to the mother company in another form of asset. Some of it didn't make sense, like throwing petty cash from the left pocket to the right pocket within the same firm. The statements stank worse than a fishermen's wharf in terms of something dirty going down. There were too many gaps and holes that would need a very talented accountant to plug.

All of the subsidiaries and holding companies in the statements had one thing in common though – Kanzaki Conglomerate. Natsuki grinned. Maybe this was Shizuru's way of tapping her hidden talents. She pulled out her laptop that she had brought into the room earlier, determined not to think about her earlier encounter with Shizuru's prank. Entering a few keys, she booted up her machine.

"Hacking into their company's intranet should be a start." She flexed her fingers, and got to work.

XXX XXX

Shizuru's day had been hectic, what with field visits to the various company divisions that were out-of-town. Fujino Empire Corporations dealt with different types of business, from casinos to real estate, food packaging to heavy machinery. This duty was required of her at least once a month, and she usually managed the board meetings well and with aplomb.

By the time she arrived back at headquarters, night had fallen. However, Miyu was still waiting cheerfully in her office with a steaming cup of sencha.

"Ookini, Miyu-chan. Whatever will I do without you." She greeted, exhaustion weighing heavy on her eyes.

"How's my Natsuki doing?"

Miyu noted the renewed vigor in her eyes when she asked about her newly promoted Vice President.

"Faring quite well. Natsuki understood what you wanted." Miyu reported.

"Ah… that's good. I'll just have a chat with her before I head home. Miyu-chan, go home to Alyssa-chan as well." Shizuru said as she strode across to Natsuki's office.

"As you wish, Viola-sama." Miyu gave a slight bow before exiting.

Shizuru knocked once and waited. There was no answer from the room. She raised her brows at this.

Ara, has my Natsuki fallen asleep?

Slowly, she opened the door and slipped in.

Natsuki was hunched over the desk over her laptop, her face partially obscured by the screen. She had earphones plugged in her ears, and the beat of loud music could be heard even from the door.

No wonder she didn't hear me knock, Shizuru mused. She leaned against the door frame and watched the dark haired girl worked, her emerald eyes scanning the screen feverishly as her fingers flew across the keyboard. Talented, slender fingers that knew how to work a woman's body as well as a machine, she recalled with a blush.

She crossed over and stood in front of Natsuki across the desk. Sensing her presence, Natsuki looked up and immediately pulled her earphones out.

"Shi – Shizuru. I wasn't expecting to see you today. Miyu said you had gone out."

"Ara? Natsuki asked after me?" She teased, then had to cover her mouth as a very un-ladylike snort of "pfftttt…" came out.

Natsuki stared at her, confused, before she realized what happened. Chuckling awkwardly, she pulled out the two wads of tissue paper that she had twisted and stuck up her nostrils. "I was having a bit of a cold this morning," she said, by way of explanation.

Shizuru barely managed to compose herself. "I wonder why that is…" Her crimson eyes roamed to the iMac screen, with a leather jacket haphazardly thrown over it.

"Er—the screen was dirty, I was trying to clean it with my jacket." Natsuki hastily explained as she surreptitiously switched off the monitor before removing her jacket.

"Yes… the room tend to get quite dusty after a while…" Shizuru winked.

Natsuki hurriedly gathered up abandoned empty containers of mayo sandwiches and drink packets, and dumped them unceremoniously into the waste basket. Grabbing her leather jacket, she steered Shizuru towards the door.

"A-Actually, I was about to knock off for the day, Shizuru. How about I escort you out?"

"Hmm… I was hoping to have a chat with Natsuki. Is Natsuki chasing your boss out so soon?"

"NO! No, I mean… we can talk on the way home. Come."

They rode the elevators down in silence. As the lift doors opened, Natsuki asked, "Do you have a ride, Shizuru?"

Shizuru smiled. Her black Lexus was parked in the basement, but she heard herself say, "No, I would have to trouble Natsuki to give me a lift home."

Natsuki looked a bit surprised at this, but nodded. Shizuru noticed that Natsuki was already wearing her usual full leather biker suit. In fact, she was the only person who could manage to get away with such inappropriate attire in the office. Shizuru much appreciated the way her leathers hugged the lithe body as well. She wondered to herself how her board members would feel if Natsuki were to preside over their meetings in such a form. She giggled at that thought.

Natsuki glanced over at her curiously, but did not comment on it. "So, Shizuru. I've looked through the documents you've sent this morning."

"Heehh…" Shizuru gave her non-committal hum.

"What I understand is that Kanzaki's finances are questionable. What I don't understand, is why you are making me look into it. Is there something specific that you want to uncover?"

"Ara? I gave Natsuki Kanzaki's finance statements?" Shizuru tapped her chin with her forefinger. "I must have made a mistake."

Natsuki huffed and scowled. Shizuru Viola never made mistakes.

"Ah well. I'll ask Miyu-chan to give you the correct documents tomorrow." She said with an enigmatic smile.

They had stopped in front of Natsuki's red and black Ducati. The love of her life. Natsuki scratched her chin awkwardly.

"You sure you don't want to call for a cab or something, Shizuru? My humble bike is hardly a comfortable ride for a lady of your stature."

Shizuru smiled and swung her legs across the passenger seat. "I think Natsuki's ride is a more preferable option."

Natsuki's throat had gone dry. Her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as they raked up the endless legs of Shizuru, all the way up to her thighs which were exposed due to her hiked up short skirt. With side splits. She quickly thrust her helmet and leather jacket at Shizuru, before she risked another bout of hemorrhage through the nose.

Shizuru smirked but did not pursue her usual teasing. Some embers of passion were meant to be fanned slowly after all. She dutifully put on the helmet and Natsuki's leather jacket, which still carried the fresh scent of the girl tinged with motor oil. A heady intoxication. Meanwhile, Natsuki climbed on in front of her and revved up the Ducati's engine. She turned once to make sure Shizuru had worn her helmet right.

"Let's ride." She grinned roguishly.

Shizuru tightened her hold on Natsuki's waist as the Ducati tore off into the night.

XXX XXX

Natsuki was seeking refuge in the VIP lounge when Nao had come waltzing in like she owned the place. After a month of working with Shizuru, she still couldn't figure out the workings of her mind. Shizuru sent her on extensive, and sometimes covert research operations, without telling her what it was for. She would then prepare the reports of her findings, only to be assigned a different task altogether after they were done. From the first task of sifting through Kanzaki Conglomerate's finances, to analyzing government taxes, to studying the geography of remote islands. The last of which, Shizuru had the audacity to say it was for her and "her Natsuki's romantic getaway". Natsuki had slammed the report on her desk and stormed off after hearing that remark, but not before Shizuru was treated to a view of her tomato-like face.

Further, Shizuru had dragged her into some of her board meetings. Most of the time, Natsuki had brooded quietly in the corner, staring out the window and ignoring the disapproving tsk-ing of the old cronies and stiff suits. Shizuru would occasionally ask for her opinion on certain corporate strategies or to diffuse a heated argument between the attendees.

"So, Natsuki, what do you think?"

Natsuki would always look bored while she drawled out a suggestion. She sometimes couldn't believe how dense some of these people in top management could be, when the solution was so glaringly obvious. Shizuru would always clap her hands with glee and cry innocently, "Why, that's an excellent suggestion, Natsuki! Wouldn't the board members agree?"

Natsuki had a sneaking suspicion that she was being made use of in their power struggle. Anything she suggested, she was sure Shizuru had already arrived at the same conclusion much earlier than her. Yet, she chose to make Natsuki the hand that executed her will, the mouth that lent voice to her opinions.

Natsuki's mind was in overdrive. Each time she uncovered something curious or suspicious, the entire project was swept away from her and she was distracted with another seemingly random assignment. She had got to figure out what Shizuru was up to, and preferably without more disruptions. That brought her back to why she was hiding out in the lounge, nursing a glass of bourbon on the rocks when that infuriating Nao had to come in and antagonize her.

Just as she was about to leap on Nao, Miyu and Shizuru had appeared.

"Natsuki, Viola-sama requests your… services."

And that was how she found herself on another "lunch date" with her CEO.

"Where are we going?" She shouted as her Ducati slid through the traffic smoothly. Shizuru smiled against her back and leaned further into her.

"I told you I'll take you to lunch, my dear. Just follow the directions."

The pair arrived at a grand, antebellum-styled mansion, in an upscale neighbourhood. Natsuki took out her helmet and shook out her dark curtain of hair, admiring the architecture of the building with its stucco white pillars and quaint iron-grill balconies. However, it looked very much like a residential home instead of a place for dining.

"There's a restaurant here?" She asked dubiously, as she followed Shizuru through the entrance and foyer, passed several security guards who bowed reverently as they walked past, and into a lift. Shizuru punched in some numbers and swiped a card, and the lift took them to the top floor.

"Of course. With a five-star chef at the helm." Shizuru laughed gaily as the lift doors opened and she ushered Nastuki inside.

Natsuki looked around her in wonder. The "restaurant", she realized, was Shizuru's home, which spanned the entire floor of the mansion. There were no walls to section off her living space. Timber wood parquet covered the floor, and her furniture was tasteful in its white and steel simplicity. White sheer curtains billowed in the breeze leading out to the balcony. A bookshelf with tomes arranged neatly by height took up an entire section of the wall. A polished black piano sat in a corner, while her low, king-sized futon bed in another. Every few paces, tall windows allowed natural lighting to stream gently into the room.

Shizuru took off her jacket and strode over to the stoves and oven which lined one side of the wall, forming an L shape with the long kitchen counter.

"And Natsuki will be my five-star chef for today." She declared, spreading her arms to encompass her well equipped kitchen. Natsuki, who had just perched herself on one of the trendy bar stools, almost fell off of it altogether.

"What? !" She cried, flabbergasted.

Shizuru raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Isn't my Natsuki supposed to be talented in everything? Surely cooking for your beloved should be right up there in your list of strengths."

"If your idea of fine cuisine is instant ramen with a dollop of mayonnaise floating on top…" Natsuki grumbled. Shizuru seemed to pause and wrinkle her nose at this unsavory image.

"Ara!" Shizuru continued blithely. "Finally, something I can do to indulge my Natsuki - I get to feed her!"

Natsuki gave a low "humph" and turned her face away from Shizuru's cooing. Shizuru ignored her grumpy mood as she proceeded to the washroom situated discreetly in an alcove.

"Make yourself at home Natsuki. I'm just going to change into something more comfortable."

Natsuki flopped herself unto the beige suede couch, idly looking through Shizuru's collection of DVDs. Romantic comedies, mysteries and… cartoons? Well, well, she wouldn't have pegged the CEO as someone who appreciated Hayao Miyazaki. But then again, how much did she know about Shizuru anyway?

She looked up again when the door to the washroom swung open, to reveal Shizuru wearing nothing but an oversized man's shirt, which barely reached her thighs. The soft, inviting, cotton material clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

Natsuki was feeling decidedly warm in her biker suit. She tugged discreetly at her collar and tried hard not to stare as she walked back to join Shizuru across the kitchen counter.

"So," Shizuru leaned across the counter, inadvertently exposing more cleavage. "What would Natsuki like to eat?"

Look at her face… look at her face, Natsuki mentally chanted as her roaming eyes kept wandering down south.

"E-Erm, I'm not very particular about food." She replied, her voice coming out at a lower pitch than usual.

"Ara? Western or Japanese then?" Shizuru asked.

God… I wanna eat her, she thought, before mentally slapping herself a few times.

"Western is f-fine," she stuttered, as her eyes finally connected with the gleaming reds of Shizuru – there was unmistakable mirth in those ruby depths.

"What about dessert?" Shizuru had leaned in even closer, her voice dripping with seduction, pink lips pouting slightly. "Crème brûlée, tiramisu, or me?"

"Ti-ti—W-Wait, what? !" Natsuki had to shake her head like a wet dog to free herself from her haze of lust.

Shizuru just threw back her head and laughed, a tinkling melodic sound. "Kannin na, Natsuki is just too easy to tease." She giggled, and watched with interest as a molten red lava seemed to spread across the girl's neck, blossoming onto her cheeks. Natsuki's mouth hung open slightly. Shizuru used the tips of her fingers under Natsuki's chin to keep the girl's mouth shut. The minute she removed her touch, however, Natsuki's jaw slackened again. Out of morbid curiosity, she experimented the same action, such that Natsuki's mouth flopped open and close a few times.

Natsuki slapped her hand away in frustration. "Oh, stop that, Shizuru." Shizuru retracted the hand and propped it under her chin instead. Natsuki continued to splutter, "I swear, Shizuru. I wouldn't be surprised if the things that come out of your mouth caused the next apocalypse. Mountains will shake and rivers will run dry…"

"And Natsuki will scream my name in ecstasy. Is that how it works in your fantasy?" Shizuru interjected.

Shizuru could swear she saw an atomic cloud mushroom over the top of Natsuki's head. Steam seemed to come out of Natsuki's red-tipped ears as well. She was tempted to try and cook an egg over that cute, red face, but she guessed her Vice President wouldn't take too kindly to her experiment. She settled for covering the adorable cheeks with her palms instead, feeling the warmth radiating from underneath and squishing those plump lips in the process. She planted a chaste kiss on Natsuki's lips, smiling wickedly.

"I guess Natsuki is more hungry than I thought." She teased.

Meanwhile, Natsuki was still struggling to come back with a retort. She did the next best thing that she knew, to keep her CEO's mouth shut and wipe that smirk off her face. Grabbing Shizuru by her shirt collar as she was about to turn around, she had a very satisfying view of surprised, widened burgundy eyes before she practically hauled the blond hair woman across the counter for a kiss.

It started out as a little angry and aggressive, with Natsuki insistently devouring the lips of Shizuru, her tongue slipping in immediately when Shizuru let out a moan. The passion ignited, and the kiss grew more sensual and languid in pace. Shizuru crawled on all fours across the counter, eventually burying her hands in Natsuki navy blue hair, and straddling her lap as they deepened the kiss, tongues dueling for control. Natsuki's hands were still fisted around Shizuru's shirt collar, and she gathered more material as she gave a rough tug. Several top buttons flew open, exposing her warm, creamy neck and the swell of her chest. Natsuki's lips curled up in a triumphant grin at Shizuru's gasp of pleasure.

"Na-Natsuki…" she breathed, as the dark haired girl broke the kiss to lower her gently onto the counter. Her right hand roamed from her shoulders downwards, tracing the full curves of her breasts and waist, before resting at her hip. Her left hand kneaded Shizuru's neck muscles gently.

"Honestly, Shizuru," Natsuki murmured while she nuzzled her neck and placed butterfly kisses on her jaw. "Didn't your mother teach you not to play with the big bad wolf?"

Shizuru's thighs tightened reflexively around Natsuki's waist as the other girl sucked gently down to her exposed breasts. "My mother didn't teach me that it was so pleasurable to get eaten by the big bad wolf."

Shizuru felt the smile forming on Natsuki's lips against her heated flesh as she gave a mock growl that ended up as a puppy "rowf!". Her giggling ended up as a wanton gasp though, as her big, bad puppy sealed her scorching mouth over the tip of her breast and suckled. White, hot flashes of lust shot through her, all the way to her aching loins. She felt Natsuki's hand creep up her shirt, skimming across the smooth flesh of her thighs, to cup and knead the ample flesh of her bottom. Shizuru's fingers snaked upwards to pull the zipper of Natsuki's biker's suit all the way down, freeing Natsuki's naked flesh from its constraints. Her waist arched upwards, pressing herself flushed against her lover and urging her to quicken the pace.

Natsuki complied with the silent request, slightly prolonging her caresses to her breasts, before moving down south, placing butterfly kisses along the soft flesh of Shizuru's belly. Her fingers made quick work of the rest of the buttons, before she spread the white shirt, exposing her prize to her roving eyes.

Shizuru was beautiful, with her honeyed curls splayed out onto the counter, plump, kissable lips parting slightly. Her half-hooded ruby eyes regarded Natsuki with a primal sort of hunger that stirred a similar yearning in the younger girl. Her supple body was pliant and yielding under Natsuki's, all of her womanly curves fitting perfectly against Natsuki's palms. Natsuki took a deep breath at the swelling of emotions in her chest. She leaned back down onto the barstool, her hands at the back of Shizuru's knees pulling Shizuru towards her, and at the same time spreading her legs. Shizuru supported herself on her elbows as she lifted her head and looked down at Natsuki curiously.

Natsuki tore her eyes from the glistening flesh in front of her and gave Shizuru a wicked grin. "Getting my just desserts never felt so good. Crème brûlée ala Shizuru?" She didn't give the CEO a chance to reply before her tongue swept out to capture the sweet juices seeping out of Shizuru.

"Natsuki! ! Oh god!" Came the instantaneous response to her assault as soft thighs clamped deliciously around her head. She started out slow, running her tongue repeatedly along the length of her slit, marveling at the ceaseless oozing of arousal. Shizuru's moans came as muffled sounds, and she felt long fingers raking across her scalp, causing pleasurable sensations erupting through her nerve endings. Her hands came up to hold Shizuru's hips in place, as her ministrations caused the woman's hips to jerk erratically. At the impatient writhing of the lissome body under her, Natsuki picked up the pace, parting the lips and pushing her tongue into the molten heat that awaited. She thrust and sucked, bit and licked, getting more and more addicted to the torrid sounds her lover was making, crying, swearing and thrashing with such ferocity underneath her that Natsuki would have laughed out loud in another situation. Currently, it was just making her very wet and very turned on.

Slipping her hand from Shizuru's hips, Natsuki put her talented fingers to action, circling the round nub of flesh before pressing down. Shizuru arched her head back, face flushed. Her voice hoarse from crying out, she whispered Natsuki's name and murmured, "Hmm.. C-Can't hold… ooh… Nat-, please…"

Taking that as acquiesce, Natsuki plunged two fingers into the mix, curling and coaxing her CEO to greater heights of pleasure. The wet sounds of their lovemaking was taking a toll on her, and she used her other hand to massage against her own heated flesh between her legs. It wasn't long before both women reached the peaks of their rapture, with Shizuru's body clamping down convulsively around Natsuki's fingers. Natsuki moaned and leaned her forehead across the trembling flesh of Shizuru's stomach, pressing comforting light kisses while wrapping her arms around her thighs.

After calming down somewhat, Natsuki lifted her head and grinned down at Shizuru, who had her arm across her forehead, tendrils of her sweat-soaked hair plastered sexily to the sides of her face, and her well-endowed chest heaving from exertion.

"Stop looking so self-satisfied, Natsuki." Shizuru scolded, as she popped open one crimson eye, before shutting it again. Natsuki's grin only grew wider as a pink tinge spread across the older woman's cheeks. She gave the ruby lips a peck.

"What are you thinking, love?"

Shizuru gave a long, satisfied hum, running her other hand through Natsuki's dark tresses.

"Your bike."

"What about my bike?" Natsuki asked, confused. The honey blonde woman opened her garnet eyes, smiling dreamily.

"I always wondered how it would feel like to have my Natsuki naked in front, while I hold you from behind."

As she predicted, the green eyes widened and colour flooded her Vice President's cheeks in a most becoming manner. Feeling naughty, she added, "Imagine, that rumbling machine between your legs, vibrating oh so deliciously underneath you, while I take you from be–"

"My bike is not a sex toy, Shizuru! !" Natsuki interjected hotly, before she suffered an aneurysm from the blood rushing to her head. The image, was not altogether unwelcomed though.

"Ara? It's not? I was thinking of placing your Ducati in my living room, seeing how I have so much space in here." Shizuru tapped her chin thoughtfully. "It's a very expensive sex toy for sure, but I think I can afford it. Maybe a dozen or so of them."

"Shizuru!" The dark-haired girl threatened with narrowed green eyes.

Shizuru laughed, her tinkling, lilting laughter, pulling Natsuki down to her chest.

"My dear dear Natsuki. Jack of all trades, Queen of my heart."

Natsuki glowed. "What about your King? Who will that be?"

"Ara, my King? King of Diamonds perhaps? Well, that's for you to rob, Natsuki."

"What? !" Natsuki lifted her head to stare at Shizuru in disbelief.

Shizuru only curled her lips enigmatically. "What do you think I was asking Natsuki to work on all this while? Your next assignment will be at Kanzaki's casino."

At Natsuki's increased confusion, Shizuru smirked. "Contrary to Miyu-chan's belief, I do run a secret spy agency, my Natsuki."

Omake 1 – Romantic Ride

Shizuru tightened her hold on Natsuki's waist as the Ducati tore off into the night.

S: "Natsuki…"

N: "Yes, Shizuru?"

S: "As much as I like Natsuki's silky hair, I don't quite appreciate it obscuring my vision and whipping away at my head. Next time, you should wear the helmet."

N: o.O

Omake 2 – Natsuki's Revenge

Nao returned to her workstation, still sniggering. She couldn't believe Natsuki – the infamous, untameable rebel Natsuki – would become putty in their CEO's hands. Whistling happily, she turned on her computer… only to be assaulted by a screensaver with her face superimposed on various skimpily-clad, voluptuous models. Her horrified shriek attracted the attention of nearby co-workers, and Nao hastily threw her body across the monitor to cut off the view. Miyu, who had been standing a little ways behind the whole time, gave her a thumbs-up.

"I didn't know you have such an exhibitionist streak in you, Nao-chan."