"Eishi! Kisses are meant for being alone together!" Hiding her face with her two hands, Rei crawls uo in a ball on the coach. "Not only did Rindo-senpai saw that, but the maid as well! I have pride too you know." With the duvet over her body, she tries to hide herself from the world.
"Why did you even do that?! Now my whole pride is ruined!" Quickly sitting up, Rei glares at the silver head sitting on the side of the bed. "Hmph!" Turning her blushed face away, she crosses her arms. "I need to get ready now. Later, I'll need to return the dress to the rightful owner or else I will need your pay in full." Standing up, Rei makes her way to the bathroom. "And don't you dare come in." Casting a final game to the silver head, she walks into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom.
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'I get out of the shower to be clean and yet, what's the purpose of wearing makeup so early in the morning?!' Rei stares at the heavy load of makeup on her face. Much heavier than how the maids applied some for her during her date night, the moment she walked out of the bathroom she was attacked by a strict angry French lady, claiming to be one of the world's best stylist.
The makeup was similar to what she wore before. With her freshly wet hair suddenly blow dried by the strict lady, it was then curled with a curling wand. Pinned to a low chignon, her fringes are parted to frame her face. With the bun embedded with rhinestone, Rei begin to wonder if they were even face to begin with.
As common as the dress she wore might be, the short dress long lace sleeve ends a few inches above her knees with backless back. Tightlu fitting her bodice, it's perfectly fits her body tightly while showing off her curves and ample bust. Never once wearing heels, she was forced to practice by the strict person. To finish the look off, a surely expensive tear drop cut necklace is cold against her skin. With heavy jewels hanging down her ears, Rei is set and ready to go.
'It's like lifting weights while being beautiful.' Rather being in her loose clothes and messy bun for once, Rei is suddenly forced to become a person she never knew before. Feeling exposed because of the backless back, Rei begins to shiver.
"Rei I'm coming in." Suddenly hearing the sound of the door opening, Rei flinched.
"Eishi?!" Snapping her head to the door, she blushes, adding more colour to the already blushed cheeks. Seeing him dressed in a black and white suit, Rei tries to hide her face as she sits on the coach. Suddenly forgetting her anger, she looks at her freshly painted nails. Suddenly finding the red nail Polish interesting, the glossy finish reflects her upper body oddly. Tucking in the short stands of hair falling down her face, she blushes as she hears his footsteps come closer.
"S--so why are we dressed this why?" Fiddling with the hem of her silky dress, she can feel her heart pounding quickly. Trying her best to act normal, Rei suddenly stands. "I--ahhh!" Forgetting about her heels for a moment, she goes falling down to the table.
"Rei!" Widening his eyes, his instincts kicks in. Capturing her with his arms, his eyes widens when he sees how much skin she was showing at the back.
"Thanks," Standing help with Tsukasa's arms still holding her, she looks down with embarrassment. Standing close to him, Rei fiddles with her fingers and wonders when he will let her go.
"Your back," She looks up. "Why is it completely exposed?" Blushing while saying the sudden statement, Rei does the same.
"I! It was the stylist fault!" Putting all the blame on the strict world famous French stylist that is saught all throughout the world, she yells slightly. "So anyways," Resting her hands on his chest, "where are we going? It's still to early to go to the grand opening of SHINO'S." Tilting her head, she makes eye contact with him. "Since Rindo-senpai came along, is she going to come as well?" Tilting her head to the side, Tsukasa couldn't help but pull Rei into a tight embrace. Gasping in shock, Rei flinched as she feels his hands against her bare skin. "E--eishi!"
"I had the stylist come over to your room to have you dressed up for the opening. But, before we head over there, let's go on a date. Just you and me." Inhaling her soft scent of hair products, he feels her hands grasping his black jacket.
"Your going to ruin my makeup." Pushing him away, Rei looks down shyly. "Where are we going?" Still holding her in his arms, she shifts in her spot.
"That's a secret. But before we go anywhere, you'll need to change out of that dress." With a firm tone, a dark glint in his eyes flashes for a second.
"What?!" Gaping at him, Rei snaps her eyes back up. "I rather stay in this dress than change out of it!" Remembering the horrible experience of playing doll, she rather look like a vagrant than dress up like luxury. "I thought you like this dress. Or do you prefer something like I wore yesterday." Suddenly remembering about her rented dress, she gasp in horror. "What happened to it?! I need to give it back now!" Just thinking of the thought of loosing it, the amount of money that she will have to pay for it begins to overwhelm her.
"It's being washed."
"No! Do you know how many zeros are for that dress?!" Wondering why the original owner decided to sell something so new and expensive to a poor looking like person like her, she places her hand son Tsukasa's shoulders and squeezes them. "It's don't want to live in debt!"
"R--rei I already paid for it."
"What?! What do you mean?!"
"I asked a maid where you got it and went there to pay. It's now yours."
"Eishi! Isn't that an expensive dress?!" Freezing momentarily, she looks at the silver head with wide eyes.
"Nothing is expensive when it's about you." Pulling her back into his chest the difference in high is dramatic. With Rei's head almost leveled with his, he feels odd looking at her. Brushing the bottom of her tenting wine lips with his thumb, he dives in for a kiss.
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The God's Chef ~Intoxicating Desire~ BETA
FanfictionA hot, rushed love story with the first member of the elite ten: Tsukasa Eishi. Started: 23 July Published: 3rd November Full summery in book.
