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The Devil Wears a Pinstriped Suit	By : Sosoru Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 24776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Same disclaimer as before. If you are offended by immorality, illicit sex, lust, cursing and blatant attacks on RB music stars, turn away now.

Chapter Three

My eyes opened and I peered at my clock. The red digital numbers read 4:59am. I slowly sat up and cut off the alarm, for it was set to 5:00am. I've always had the tendency to get up right before my alarm goes off, I don't even know why I bother to set it. I shrugged off my thoughts along with my blanket and made my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and caught my reflection.

Today was the day.

I began my morning ritual with that mantra ringing in my head. I had waited long enough. I had even gone as far as turning down my other diversions, for my mind was totally on this chase, this one man. Himura Kenshin. I wanted his body. I wanted to take him. I needed him. I could just imagine my fingers running through that crimson red hair of his. My lips kissing the lines of his defined chest and stomach. I wanted him more than I have ever wanted any man. It was as if I had been perpetually wet since I first laid eyes on him. My body needed him, needed the release. I needed to see that smile that made me quiver. I was dizzy with need and desire.

I rolled up my nylons and fastened them to my garter. I then searched my closet for the sexiest of my suits. I found this little red number. The jacket came down to my knees, but the skirt was mid-thigh. It was long enough for me to get away with at work, but just short enough for if I sat the right way, you could catch a glimpse of my red-lace garter straps. I was once told there's nothing sexier to a man than catching a peak of a woman's lingerie. Now, I'm not talking about walking around with your bra straps fully exposed, but if you reach for a book on the floor and your strap just slides down and you quickly fix it, that's sexy. If you lean forward and the edge of your lacy bra peaks out, but disappears as soon as you right yourself, that's sexy. I smirked and pulled out a low-cut, silk camisole. I finished the look off with my hair in soft curls and a bit of spice-red lipstick. I was on fire. Was I headed to a law firm or the runway? Oh, I loved it! It had been a long time since I had to pull out all the stops, but I knew it would be worth it. Just to have him.

And of course, when I entered the office building the jaws dropped lower than usual. The gossiping secretaries went on with their hateful glares and snide comments, but I didn't care. There was only one man's reaction I cared about. I worked the floor in my red stilettos, making my way to the office. I winked at the boys gathered around the water cooler and they smiled back. I continued to strut until I felt a strong hand take hold of my arm. I spun around to see my boss.

"Carter?" I gasped, a little shocked.

"So, going in for the kill?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I threw him an innocent smile and leaned against the wall.

"Maybe. What's it to you, Carter?" I shot back, wondering the reason for this inquiry. He rarely commented on my affairs, much less involved himself.

"When I see my best attorney putting more effort into bedding her partner than her case, its cause for concern," he said, adjusting his glasses. I turned my lips up and snarled. If he wasn't my boss, I'd have some choice curse words to share with him.

"You know I will get the job done. The case is difficult, but we are close to getting O'Nelly out of his self-made mess. You know me better than anyone and I'm insulted you would even suggest I'd neglect my duties as a lawyer for some dick," I lied. Well, it wasn't a complete lie. I was neglecting the case. Kenshin drove me to distraction. But I was insulted that he thought I would. And we were close to an alibi. There was a long, uneasy pause between Carter and myself before he responded.

"Just be mindful," he said, looking around to see if anyone was watching us talk.

"I will, Carter. How long have you known me?" I asked him, my voice genuine. He laughed and folded his arms and I couldn't help but to laugh right back at him.

"I've know you long enough to know as ruthless as you are in the courtroom, that attitude is amplified by a power of ten when it's a man you want. I didn't pick Himura so he could be your personal toy. I don't want to get involved in your affairs, but I like you and I like Himura. Don't create a volatile situation in my firm, ok?" Carter said.

I knew he was serious. His face grew peak-red, a sign of his Irish lineage. He was not a man to be trifled with. I didn't even test his bounds. Not a lot, anyways.

"You have nothing to worry about, I assure you. I appreciate you coming to me, but I have this under control. I won't let my personal life affect my work," I said.

"But that gets hard when you tie the two so closely together, kid," he said giving me a firm pat on the back.

He nodded as a sign of his good-bye and walked down the hall. That was weird, I thought. Yes, Carter knew me well. That meant he knew me well enough to know what the hell I was doing. I treated Carter as a father-figure almost. It's not so much that I told him all my secrets, but I could be candid with him. He usually just listened, but never spoke.

Oh well, I had other things on my mind, and nothing was going to side-track me. I continued down the hall until I reached my office. I grabbed my key and touched the knob, but to my surprise, it slowly opened. I know I didn't leave it unlocked and there were only two people that had the key to my office. I opened the door to see Kenshin looking at some of the O'Nelly files. I was tense for a second, but loosened up and entered the office. He heard me come in and was about to say good morning, that is, before he saw me in my suit. His mouth was slightly opened, the file in his hand falling to the floor.

"Good morning, to you, too," I laughed. My voice released him from his trance and he collected the file from the floor and began to sort through a pile on my desk.

"G'morning. Just getting a head start on all of this stuff. I think I found what we need to place our guy outside of the home at the time of his wife's murder," he said, coming back to reality. Well, at least I knew the suit was having the desired effect.

"Excellent," I said, walking over to him and placing my briefcase on the table.

I took off my jacket to show my revealing cami and short skirt. I knew I had him drooling like a St. Bernard now. I bent over and began to look at some of the files. He had been working quite hard actually and the work he did was top notch. All he needed was the right guidance. He found the piece of info we needed.

"You've done it. I'm impressed," I commented, looking through all his notes.

"Well, I had a good teacher," he said, smiling. I looked at him and smiled back. He was flirting with me. It was the first time he had since our little incident a week ago. He had acted outwardly was if nothing happened, but I could tell he was cooler than usual. He didn't want to go out to lunch anymore or spend time at the arcade. He was distancing himself from me. I'll admit, for a split-second, I felt sorry for him. I knew I was pulling his heart in two different directions and I've never seen one of my pursuits put up such a valiant fight. He really wanted to do what society deemed as right and deny his sexual attraction to me. But, there is one thing I have learned during my relatively short time on this Earth; you can only postpone the inevitable.

So, what's a woman to do in this situation? Stretch the limits of the appropriate action for the situation. We'd just reached a major break in our defense of a client who was unabashedly guilty. This was calls for congratulations and celebration. Now, congratulations can come in many forms. A hand-shake, a hand-shake and a pat on the back, a hand-shake and a hug, etc. etc...

Of course, in this instance, the shake and hug was appropriate. I flashed an even wider smile and extend my hand to him. He took my hand into his and slowly began to shake, our eyes meeting. I stepped in closer and pulled in him to hug him. I could smell his cologne and I knew he could smell my perfume. I only wear Christian Dior's Addict. I find it extremely fitting to me. The initially platonic hug soon turned into one more sensual, more sexual. His head moved in closer to my neck, so he could smell me, taste me. I knew he had been holding back. I knew he had been yearning to touch my body, put his arms around me. His hands searched my back and I searched his. I slid my hands down his sides and tilted my head up to kiss him under his chin. At first he moved his head back, but I kept kissing him gently, and he slowly lowered his lips to mine...and we kissed.

Oh my god, if I believed in one...my knees almost gave way. I finally kissed him, he was kissing me. Kenshin let his hands roam slowly over my body and I pulled him over to my desk. He grabbed me by my bottom and lifted me up and continued to kiss me so softly, so gently. I felt as though I was melting, I truly felt like I was on fire. His body was between my legs, the sensation made me want to buck under him, but my body was too limp. It was like I was under a spell that he cast instead of the other way around. The feeling was completely new to me, and I loved it. I felt his hand slide up my thigh and to my most sensitive region. I knew he was surprised to see I wore no panties, but they would have only gotten in the way. His hand slid over my mound, which was hot and wet. I threw my head back and moaned as his thumb began to play with my jewel. Now, I couldn't help but to move under him. I could feel his length straining against his pants. I needed him. He needed me. I worked my hands to his black leather belt and unfastened it. He looked down, then back as me as I worked his zipper and slowly pulled it down. Our eyes were locked, his full of lust for me. I couldn't wait to devour him. I s lid my hand down his pants and worked the opening of his boxer-briefs to stroke his engorged member. Kenshin groaned as though he were about to explode. I'm sure he wanted to...all inside of me.

He was large, as I figured him to be. I continued to stroke him and our eyes stayed locked. It was almost as if he were a scared fawn that could bolt at any moment, but so entranced he forgot how scared he was. I decided not to jump the gun just yet. I pushed myself off the table and guided him into one of the chairs in front of my desk. I crawled on top of him and began to kiss him again. This time, he was more passionate and urgent. He grabbed me by the waist and began to rub my sides.

"Do you want me?" I asked him, purring. All he could do was nod. I smiled and worked my way between his legs, my lips at his belly-button, which was where the tip of his member laid. I kissed both, then took him into my mouth. He bucked his hips and grabbed the back of my head as I worked him up and down. Call me a dirty slut if you want. I don't give a shit. I pride myself in my skills in bed, especially my oral. Don't hate the playa, hate the game. I'm good at what I do, and I did what I do best on Kenshin. His moans just set my body on fire, I could have just climaxed off of the sound of him reaching his peak. My body quivered as I felt his warm seed spill on my tongue. YES, I have met my sexual equal! I internally exclaimed. I never climaxed with such force before, and not even from intercourse. I had to have him. I quickly climbed on top him and placed his still-hard member above my entrance. I looked at him, but he was no longer looking at me. His eyes were lowered, his chest moving up and down slowly.

Something wasn't right.

I sat down on his lap and used my finger to guide his face to mine. I looked at him and smiled, but he did not smile back. His mind was somewhere else. He was no longer with me. DAMN! Where did I go wrong? Everything was going so perfectly.

"I'm married, Kaoru," he said, his voice low.

I really didn't know what to say in response to that. "Duh?" "So What?" Ok, that would probably get me in more trouble.

"But you want me," was the only thing I could think of saying. I threw in a pout to appear as the innocent one in this situation. I am the younger party, I had to play that to my advantage, but at the same time, I had to make him realize we were both responsible for what happened.

"Obviously, Kaoru... but every time I think about you, I feel guilty. I have a wife. I've never cheated on her…the thought never crossed my mind before I met you. She is my world and I'd never leave her for anyone," he said with a lump in his throat. He was actually hurting. For the very first time, I felt really bad. I'm not quite sure why I did, but I did. This was not supposed to be so emotional. Why couldn't he see that?

"Kenshin, I don't want to take you away from your wife, but I want you," I whispered to him. "But, I won't force you, either. You can't do things half-assed. Either you cheat and don't regret it, or don't fucking do it. Be sure of what you want to do."

I climbed off of him and fixed my clothes. I pretended my pride wasn't hurt, but it was. I tousled my hair and went into the bathroom in my office to clean up. I left Kenshin alone with my words. I meant them. He was being too indecisive. He wanted to fuck, but he wanted to be the stand-up husband that did no wrong. You can only pick one. You can't be the villain and the good guy. I would leave the choice up to him now. I had done all I could. I accepted my defeat. I put on my lipstick and made sure everything was like it should be. When I went back into the office I found Kenshin gone. A bit of anger boiled inside of me. I almost loathed him at that moment, but it did not matter. I looked at the papers on my desk and decided that work would be the best thing to do right now.

Then my cell phone rang.

"Yes, Megumi," I said, exasperated. I really didn't feel like speaking with her, but I wasn't about to ignore her because I was in a foul mood.

"You are not going to believe what his asshole did!" she began and for the next half hour, I heard about how Sano withdrew ten thousand dollars from her account and blew it gambling. I told her ass not to give that scum rights to her account, but no, she loved him and trusted him. Now she wanted to cry on my shoulder. Fine, I'll let it ride this time. It's not like I was really listening anyway. She just wanted to sound off. So, I end that phone conversation with her and continue to work. I finished up the notes and typed up all the important papers and placed them on Carter's desk. As I was in his empty office, I thought about what he told me earlier this morning.

"You tried to warn me," I said to myself as I walked out.

So, what's my game plan now, you ask? Well, I'd never been in that position before, so I just had to wait and see. I didn't just want him to want me, I wanted him to forget about his wife when he's with me. I wanted him to forget her name, forget what she's like and only be interested in me. I wanted all of his attention. I wanted to be his most sought-after desire.

I was just at my wit's end as to how to do it.
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