Contracting Love
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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
10,705
Reviews:
172
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Just Sign on the Dotted Line...
A/N: So, has anyone seen that movie “The Wedding Date”? Well, if you haven’t, you definitely should!!! It’s a lot of romantic fluff and lemony goodness. Anyway, I was sitting here at my computer, listening to Maroon 5 (one of their songs is in the movie) and I thought it might be fun to have kind of a similar story happen with Sango and Miroku. Hopefully, it’s not so close to their story that I’ll get sued. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
As always, reviews are encouraged, welcomed, and appreciated.
Contracting Love
By Ashes
Chapter 1: Just Sign on the Dotted Line…
Sango was nervous. More nervous than she’d ever been in her life. Her hands shook as she gulped her drink, hoping the alcohol would calm her nerves. It did nothing, however, to ease the growing knot in her stomach. How in hell had Kagome talked her into this?
She glanced around the bar, looking for him. The low lighting and smoky atmosphere made it difficult to see very far into the room. She didn’t even know who she was looking for, anyway. All he said was that his name was Miroku and that he would meet her there at 9 o’clock sharp. Sango looked at her watch. It was 9:05.
*This is crazy,* she thought. *What was I thinking?* Shoving her cell phone back in to her purse, she made ready to leave. She’d barley lifted her butt out of the chair when a very striking man slid into the seat across from her.
He smiled seductively at her. “Hello, Miss Taijiya.”
She sat back down, lifting an eyebrow at the strange intruder. “Uh…hi. Do we know each other?” She doubted it. She’d remember someone so handsome.
The man was tall, about 6’1’, but not overly so. Rich black hair was tied back into a dragon tail at the nape of his neck, making a slightly boyish face turn into that of a dashing rake. Deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked her over, a tantalizing smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Dressed in a dark blue two piece suit with no tie and the top button of his dress shirt undone he looked dangerous.
“No,” he answered, still smiling. “Not really. We did speak briefly over the phone, though. I’m Miroku.”
She sighed, relieved. She hated it when men pushed themselves into her personal space uninvited. It made her very hostile toward them. Because of this natural reaction, however, she hadn’t been able to get a date in three years. Not that she minded being alone. She still had her friends. But once all of her friends had started getting in to “serious” relationships, being alone became a lot more…lonely.
Miroku watched her rummage through her purse. She was stunning. Long chestnut hair fell softly down her back. Dark lashes framed eyes the color of espresso. Her bangs fell gently over her forehead, complementing rather than detracting from her beauty. Her clothing was simple in a black sleeveless cocktail dress. She was curved in exactly the right places, from her luscious hips to the breasts that he was sure would fit perfectly in his hands. Her arms were lean, but well muscled, ending in delicately long fingers. She wore no wedding band, he noted, and no real jewelry to speak of except for the small tear-drop diamond around her throat.
Finding what she was looking for, Sango pulled out the large envelope and laid it on his side of the table. She blushed and looked away when she saw him staring at her. “It’s all there. Seven thousand in cash.” Her voice was quiet, her cheeks heating up more as she spoke, afraid that someone would hear their conversation.
He palmed the envelope, checking its weight, and slid it into his beast coat pocket. He smiled at her wide eyed look.
“Aren’t you going to count it?” she asked.
“No, it’s all there.” She gazed questioningly at him. “I can just tell,” he supplied. She seemed a bit more satisfied with that answer, but remained silent. Seeing her shift uncomfortably, he smiled. “So, why don’t you tell me what you require of me.”
“Well,” she cleared her throat, “seven thousand for one week, right?”
“That’s right. I’ll be paying for any travel expenses and dates. The fee includes various degrees of public affection, but if you want to be intimate, that will cost extra with an agreed upon price *before* any-”
“-That…won’t be necessary,” she cut him off, blushing furiously. *I think I’ve gotten in over my head this time.* “That’s not why I wanted you. To hire you, that is.” *Damnit. I’m going to kill Kagome. How did she ever talk me in to hiring a ‘walker’?*
“Then why don’t you tell me.”
“What?”
“Why you’ve hired me?” He wanted to laugh at her obvious slip. The blush to her cheeks only made her more beautiful.
She fidgeted under the table. “Um…well…. It’s my ten year class reunion. I…uh…I need a date.”
He blinked. “You need a date.”
“Yes.”
“Excuse me for asking, but how could someone as beautiful as you possibly have trouble finding a date?”
Sango felt her blush darken. She’d been blushing since meeting the handsome Miroku and had the distinct feeling that it wasn’t about to change. “In my line of work most of the men I find myself around are serious criminals.”
“And what’s your line of work?”
“I’m a lawyer.”
*Ahh, so that explains it.* In his experience, Miroku had found that female lawyers had a particularly hard time with relationships. Working in a profession dominated by men, they were constantly trying to prove they could ‘play with the big boys’ and handle their own. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of hours they had to put in just to keep with the outrageously high standards they were measured against. Yes, Sango Taijiya was a beautiful woman, but she was also intelligent, quick, and probably very dominating at work, which meant that her social prospects with the opposite sex were small.
Men in general tended to feel intimidated by strong women. Luckily, Miroku was not one of these men. He was a lover of all women, which was why he’d chosen to become a male escort in the first place. That and the money, of course. His prices ranged from $1,000 to $50,000, depending on the duration of the job and the duties involved. He’d escorted some of the wealthiest women in New York City and was very proficient in dealing with the high demands and temper tantrums heiresses were prone to.
But something told him that this woman was different somehow. Her striking beauty and obvious nervousness around him aside, Sango seemed to know herself very well. It made him curious as to why she of all people would need someone like him.
“Well, then,” he said, calling over one of the waitresses. “When is this reunion of yours?”
“Saturday.”
The waitress approached their table and smiled coquettishly at Miroku. “Yes, sir? What can I get for you?” She batted her eyelashes.
“I’ll have a Martini, dry. And the lady will have…?”
“Amaretto Sour,” Sango answered dryly.
The waitress looked at Sango as if seeing her for the first time and frowned. “Coming right up.” She left the couple to themselves.
“Saturday, huh?” Miroku turned back to the beauty across from him, noting the glare she was giving the waitress. *Man, if looks could kill…* “That’s quite a ways off. It’s only Monday.”
Her attention snapped back to the man addressing her. “Yes, well. The thing is, I want you to pretend to be my fiancé.” He raised an eyebrow at her as she hurried to explain. “You see, most of my friends from high school have already gotten married and have kids. They keep bugging me all the time about when I’m finally going to find someone to ‘settle down with’.” She rolled her eyes at the phrase. “But I’ve been working on my career. I really don’t have time for that stuff. I don’t want that to be all anyone asks me about at the reunion. I just want them to think I’ve…made something of myself.”
“And you think them thinking you’re finally ‘settling down’ will make you something in their eyes?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Look, pal, I don’t need you patronizing me. I’ve got a whole Law Firm who does that by themselves!” Her eyes practically shot flames.
Damn, she was beautiful when she was angry. “My apologies. I didn’t mean it to sound like that. Your reasons are your own. I understand. Forgive me. It just sounded like you were…leaving something out?”
“Well, there is…something else…”
He smiled and waited for her to continue, watching her fidget. “Yes?”
“My…exboyfriend…”
*Ah hah! There‘s always an exboyfriend!*
“We had a really bad break up in college and he said some really hurtful things to me. I just…I just want to prove him wrong.”
He nodded when she didn’t continue, considering the situation. “I see.” The waitress returned with their drinks and he handed her a twenty. “Well, if we’re going to prove the bastard wrong, we’ll have to be very convincing with our acting, which means we’ll have to start right away.”
She nodded, stirring her drink before taking a sip. “I know. That’s why I’ve contracted you for an entire week. If we’re going to pull this off, we’re going to have to spend some time together and get to know each other.”
“Indeed.” *Oh, this could be fun,* he thought, watching as she brought the glass up to her lush lips for another sip. He smiled wickedly. “We’ll start tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at six for dinner and you can tell me all about the mystery that that is you, Miss Taijiya.”
“Sango.”
“Very well then, Sango.” He raised his glass. “Here’s to us.”
They touched glasses and drank. The knot in her stomach had just grown larger.
Miroku smiled behind his glass, watching her gulp down the sticky sweet drink. This woman might just be a mystery he’d be willing to solve for free.
***
A/N: So, what do you think? Personally, the ending feels a little week to me, but I don’t know. There *will* be a lemon somewhere in here and probably a few limes too. (I mean, common, it’s Sango and Miroku!). And, so you know, I’m not really sure exactly where all their “dates” are going to happen or what you can expect to happen on them, so if any of you have any ideas about that, let me know. Please review. It encourages me to write more.
Kiss kiss!
~Ashes
As always, reviews are encouraged, welcomed, and appreciated.
Contracting Love
By Ashes
Chapter 1: Just Sign on the Dotted Line…
Sango was nervous. More nervous than she’d ever been in her life. Her hands shook as she gulped her drink, hoping the alcohol would calm her nerves. It did nothing, however, to ease the growing knot in her stomach. How in hell had Kagome talked her into this?
She glanced around the bar, looking for him. The low lighting and smoky atmosphere made it difficult to see very far into the room. She didn’t even know who she was looking for, anyway. All he said was that his name was Miroku and that he would meet her there at 9 o’clock sharp. Sango looked at her watch. It was 9:05.
*This is crazy,* she thought. *What was I thinking?* Shoving her cell phone back in to her purse, she made ready to leave. She’d barley lifted her butt out of the chair when a very striking man slid into the seat across from her.
He smiled seductively at her. “Hello, Miss Taijiya.”
She sat back down, lifting an eyebrow at the strange intruder. “Uh…hi. Do we know each other?” She doubted it. She’d remember someone so handsome.
The man was tall, about 6’1’, but not overly so. Rich black hair was tied back into a dragon tail at the nape of his neck, making a slightly boyish face turn into that of a dashing rake. Deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked her over, a tantalizing smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Dressed in a dark blue two piece suit with no tie and the top button of his dress shirt undone he looked dangerous.
“No,” he answered, still smiling. “Not really. We did speak briefly over the phone, though. I’m Miroku.”
She sighed, relieved. She hated it when men pushed themselves into her personal space uninvited. It made her very hostile toward them. Because of this natural reaction, however, she hadn’t been able to get a date in three years. Not that she minded being alone. She still had her friends. But once all of her friends had started getting in to “serious” relationships, being alone became a lot more…lonely.
Miroku watched her rummage through her purse. She was stunning. Long chestnut hair fell softly down her back. Dark lashes framed eyes the color of espresso. Her bangs fell gently over her forehead, complementing rather than detracting from her beauty. Her clothing was simple in a black sleeveless cocktail dress. She was curved in exactly the right places, from her luscious hips to the breasts that he was sure would fit perfectly in his hands. Her arms were lean, but well muscled, ending in delicately long fingers. She wore no wedding band, he noted, and no real jewelry to speak of except for the small tear-drop diamond around her throat.
Finding what she was looking for, Sango pulled out the large envelope and laid it on his side of the table. She blushed and looked away when she saw him staring at her. “It’s all there. Seven thousand in cash.” Her voice was quiet, her cheeks heating up more as she spoke, afraid that someone would hear their conversation.
He palmed the envelope, checking its weight, and slid it into his beast coat pocket. He smiled at her wide eyed look.
“Aren’t you going to count it?” she asked.
“No, it’s all there.” She gazed questioningly at him. “I can just tell,” he supplied. She seemed a bit more satisfied with that answer, but remained silent. Seeing her shift uncomfortably, he smiled. “So, why don’t you tell me what you require of me.”
“Well,” she cleared her throat, “seven thousand for one week, right?”
“That’s right. I’ll be paying for any travel expenses and dates. The fee includes various degrees of public affection, but if you want to be intimate, that will cost extra with an agreed upon price *before* any-”
“-That…won’t be necessary,” she cut him off, blushing furiously. *I think I’ve gotten in over my head this time.* “That’s not why I wanted you. To hire you, that is.” *Damnit. I’m going to kill Kagome. How did she ever talk me in to hiring a ‘walker’?*
“Then why don’t you tell me.”
“What?”
“Why you’ve hired me?” He wanted to laugh at her obvious slip. The blush to her cheeks only made her more beautiful.
She fidgeted under the table. “Um…well…. It’s my ten year class reunion. I…uh…I need a date.”
He blinked. “You need a date.”
“Yes.”
“Excuse me for asking, but how could someone as beautiful as you possibly have trouble finding a date?”
Sango felt her blush darken. She’d been blushing since meeting the handsome Miroku and had the distinct feeling that it wasn’t about to change. “In my line of work most of the men I find myself around are serious criminals.”
“And what’s your line of work?”
“I’m a lawyer.”
*Ahh, so that explains it.* In his experience, Miroku had found that female lawyers had a particularly hard time with relationships. Working in a profession dominated by men, they were constantly trying to prove they could ‘play with the big boys’ and handle their own. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of hours they had to put in just to keep with the outrageously high standards they were measured against. Yes, Sango Taijiya was a beautiful woman, but she was also intelligent, quick, and probably very dominating at work, which meant that her social prospects with the opposite sex were small.
Men in general tended to feel intimidated by strong women. Luckily, Miroku was not one of these men. He was a lover of all women, which was why he’d chosen to become a male escort in the first place. That and the money, of course. His prices ranged from $1,000 to $50,000, depending on the duration of the job and the duties involved. He’d escorted some of the wealthiest women in New York City and was very proficient in dealing with the high demands and temper tantrums heiresses were prone to.
But something told him that this woman was different somehow. Her striking beauty and obvious nervousness around him aside, Sango seemed to know herself very well. It made him curious as to why she of all people would need someone like him.
“Well, then,” he said, calling over one of the waitresses. “When is this reunion of yours?”
“Saturday.”
The waitress approached their table and smiled coquettishly at Miroku. “Yes, sir? What can I get for you?” She batted her eyelashes.
“I’ll have a Martini, dry. And the lady will have…?”
“Amaretto Sour,” Sango answered dryly.
The waitress looked at Sango as if seeing her for the first time and frowned. “Coming right up.” She left the couple to themselves.
“Saturday, huh?” Miroku turned back to the beauty across from him, noting the glare she was giving the waitress. *Man, if looks could kill…* “That’s quite a ways off. It’s only Monday.”
Her attention snapped back to the man addressing her. “Yes, well. The thing is, I want you to pretend to be my fiancé.” He raised an eyebrow at her as she hurried to explain. “You see, most of my friends from high school have already gotten married and have kids. They keep bugging me all the time about when I’m finally going to find someone to ‘settle down with’.” She rolled her eyes at the phrase. “But I’ve been working on my career. I really don’t have time for that stuff. I don’t want that to be all anyone asks me about at the reunion. I just want them to think I’ve…made something of myself.”
“And you think them thinking you’re finally ‘settling down’ will make you something in their eyes?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Look, pal, I don’t need you patronizing me. I’ve got a whole Law Firm who does that by themselves!” Her eyes practically shot flames.
Damn, she was beautiful when she was angry. “My apologies. I didn’t mean it to sound like that. Your reasons are your own. I understand. Forgive me. It just sounded like you were…leaving something out?”
“Well, there is…something else…”
He smiled and waited for her to continue, watching her fidget. “Yes?”
“My…exboyfriend…”
*Ah hah! There‘s always an exboyfriend!*
“We had a really bad break up in college and he said some really hurtful things to me. I just…I just want to prove him wrong.”
He nodded when she didn’t continue, considering the situation. “I see.” The waitress returned with their drinks and he handed her a twenty. “Well, if we’re going to prove the bastard wrong, we’ll have to be very convincing with our acting, which means we’ll have to start right away.”
She nodded, stirring her drink before taking a sip. “I know. That’s why I’ve contracted you for an entire week. If we’re going to pull this off, we’re going to have to spend some time together and get to know each other.”
“Indeed.” *Oh, this could be fun,* he thought, watching as she brought the glass up to her lush lips for another sip. He smiled wickedly. “We’ll start tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at six for dinner and you can tell me all about the mystery that that is you, Miss Taijiya.”
“Sango.”
“Very well then, Sango.” He raised his glass. “Here’s to us.”
They touched glasses and drank. The knot in her stomach had just grown larger.
Miroku smiled behind his glass, watching her gulp down the sticky sweet drink. This woman might just be a mystery he’d be willing to solve for free.
***
A/N: So, what do you think? Personally, the ending feels a little week to me, but I don’t know. There *will* be a lemon somewhere in here and probably a few limes too. (I mean, common, it’s Sango and Miroku!). And, so you know, I’m not really sure exactly where all their “dates” are going to happen or what you can expect to happen on them, so if any of you have any ideas about that, let me know. Please review. It encourages me to write more.
Kiss kiss!
~Ashes