Fists and Lipsticks 2: The Silver Crescent

CHAPTER 11: Vodka, Champagne, & Tequila Cocktails

CHAPTER 11: VODKA, CHAMPAGNE, & TEQUILA COCKTAILS

Sad men drink vodka. Sad women drink champagne.

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"He will take back his word, that conceited lawyer! Who does he think he is? He acts as if he's some big-time son of the president or something... errr... yeah... he IS the son of the prime minister of Japan."

"Inspector Kaoru Saori, here is Yamazaki-sama's room," the maid accompanying Saori said as they stopped by a huge door. Bowing to her, she stepped back and walked away.

As Saori reached for the door, three men in black suits approached her.

"We would have to take your weapons, Lady Inspector," one of them said. "Security measures."

"O...Oh... Sure," Saori nodded as she reached for her belt and unbuckled the sheaths of her pistol and bullets. She handed it voluntarily to the security personnel. One of the men took out a hand-held weapon sensor and used it to scan Saori from head to toe. Seeing no flags, the man bowed politely to her, "Sorry for the inconvenience. You may enter now."

"Okay," Saori replied.

Her eyes fell upon the huge door ahead of her once again. She took a deep breath, a confident grin forming on her lips.

"No curves, huh?! He's soooo gonna regret saying that to my face!"

Before knocking on the door, she reached for her knee-length detective's coat and unbuttoned it, leaving on her empire-cut pink dress matched with four-inch heels. She placed her coat temporarily on the nearby chair and walked back to the entrance. She fixed the creases on her dress and pulled down the top part just enough to display her cleavage.

"Dress like an old lady? No curves? You're going to drool after you see me!"

Knock. Knock.

No answer.

Knock. Knock.

Still, none.

Knock. Knock.

"What the hell is he doing?!"

KNOCK! KNOCK!

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Hey! Open up!" Saori shouted impatiently as she banged the door with her fists. "You're the one who asked me to come here this early in the morning! Now, you're making me wait?! Seriously, who cares if you're the son of the prime minister, huh? You think you can make all girls wait for you? You really think you're that important? You really think you're that hot?!"

She was caught off-guard when the door opened. Kosuke stood by the entrance, frowning. Saori prepared to rant some more, but suddenly stopped when her gaze fell upon his godlike figure. Kosuke wore nothing but a white towel tied around his muscular waist. His hair was disheveled and dripping wet. He was holding a smaller towel which he used to wipe his hair fresh from his morning bath.

Oh. My. God.

GULP.

"What?" Kosuke raised an eyebrow as he looked at the dumbfounded Saori, drooling involuntarily with the sight of his half-naked body.  "How long will you be staring? Get in while I'm still being patient."