~*Phillip's Building, Dane's office.*~
When Ky entered the Ultor office, the staff ushered her in as if she were a high-ranking employee. Once near the top floors, the secretary gave her a greeting and once again guided her through the double doors. Dane was on the phone. Hearing the door open, he turned to see the object of his desire walking towards him with a soft smile. Wrapping up his call quickly, he crossed the desk and wrapped his arm about her, kissing her in greeting.
"You are a much welcomed sight. I have something for you." Kyouki picked up a generous gift from Dane. He claiming that she talks in her sleep, handed her a check for a quarter of a million and his gold card. A pleased smile splayed across his face. "In case you need anything."
Ky looked at the check in her hands and the card. "This is too much. The check is way more than enough." She was handing him back the card.
Dane would have none of it, pressing the card back into her hands. "After the past few weeks, you deserve more. Let me do this for you." Caressing her cheek.
Kyouki wasn't sure how to take that. "Are you insinuating that I am a... what's the word... a whore?"
Dane's face fell whiter than a sun bleached sheet drying in a desert. If he could retract his words, just said with a wave of his hand, he would in an instant. "No! No, no, never that. That thought never came to mind. I just didn't know what to get you. You deserve everything. Allow me this. Blow my entire bank account. I don't care."
Kyouki already stepped back, tentative to continue and accept the check in her hands. She wanted to rip it. Dane assured her that the meaning of what he is doing is harmless.
Taking her face in his hands kissed her again, then rubbed her arms and held her hands. He would not let her go with a demeaning thought. "Go, buy anything, do anything you wish today. I have a busy week and I would not be around much. Take your girlfriend out? Yes, a spa day. Here is the place that I use. They are excellent. I will make a reservation."
Watching Dane go to make the call, she sauntered over to him, coming around the desk. Dane's mouth went dry, swallowing thickly to coat his parched esophagus as Kyouki hung the phone up without looking away from him. Dane backed into his seat, falling on the plush leather chair.
Kyouki took the receiver from his hand, hanging the phone up. She then leaned in close to touch her cheek to his. The look on her face caused his heart to race. Between arousal and fear of what was to come, he wanted whatever was to happen next to happen. Her cheek grazed his as she whispered into his ear.
"I do not want what I can have. Choose your words wisely next time."
So close he smelled her fruity scent, long after she left him. The heat of her body gone left him cold. A bulge in his trousers. He closed his eyes and let out a long ragged breath. A wicked smile appeared on his lips.
"She deserves more." He unzipped his pants and made a call to his secretary. "Jamie. Hold my calls for an hour."
"Yes, Mr.Vogel."
Once outside in her car, Ky's thoughts stirred. Many things past in her mind. 'Ky, he is fine. He wasn't calling you loose. It's a gift. Treat yourself.' Ky thought to herself, especially about gifts. 'How often do you and it's not work related?' Ky couldn't disagree with that. The last time she did treat herself, she had an undercover date with a professor.
'Johnny gifted you his car. Like the same thing.' "Not the same thing. I never slept with Johnny. Why would I think that?" Ky formed the thought because of the gift total. Hell, King gave her the keys to his truck and apartment along with the control of the city after she took out the rogue Vice Kings. "That was respect. Does Dane respect me? I guess he does." Looking at the check in her hands, signed and waiting for the deposit, she thought it over. "I'm in the wrong line of work if it's this simple to make money." She chuckled.
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Saints Row: Bullet to the Heart
FanfictionKyouki 'Li' had her life mapped out. No, they lay it out for her to follow, until one day she chooses her own path. That path led down the wrong side of town that had her staring down the barrel of a Vice9 pistol. Years went by and when she thought...