What was once my bright pastel colored painted living room turned out to be a blank white color. The cleanup crew made quick work of repairing the building so that they didn't have to pay too long for my hotel stay.

Though that didn't matter as of this second.

The floor of the entire apartment had been taken over by the scattering of my clothes all over the floor. Garments of red, black, blue, and purple to maybe match his hair. Gladiator heels that came up my calves and boots and slippers, and wedges. It was not my typical evening to look good for someone else, and in all honesty, it was not my Will.

It was my mission.

I was dedicated to looking good for this man. And if I were lucky, well, I would be getting lucky. He would be there in an hour, and both my hair and makeup were done, but I could not decide on an outfit for the life of me. Of which I kinda owed him.

I remember the night it happened, shivering as chills ran down my spine. I almost died. But then I also recalled the toned back of the man who had driven me to the brink of insanity only a few days before. Swore in hand, eyes gazing down on me like he could devour me at any given moment, and I would have let him.

A vice captain.

What was I doing with a vice captain?

"Maybe maroon?" I gripped onto the velvet dress with one hand. "Or royal blue." And this satin dress on the right. Refocusing on the matter at hand.

Who cares? Who am I to tell fate what to do?

The purple colored silk dress was my deciding factor. I was such a sucker for this guy. I shimmied the dress on, elegant and long, with a slit down the thigh. The only final piece missing was jewelry.

I slip on a necklace with an amethyst gemstone to match the purple tones of the dress and slip on a thigh chain to complement the slit.

I hurriedly rushed to clean up my apartment when I heard a knock on the door. My heart thumped against my chest excitedly as I looked at the time on my phone.

He was right on time. Not too late, not early at all.

I opened the door to be greeted by Hoshina, an evident grin on his face as he looked me up and down with the same look in his eyes as before. Hungry. He was wearing a black, tight, button-up shirt that exposed exactly how toned he was, though he didn't have to show me that; I already knew. The jacket to go along with his shirt was slung over his shoulder with one hand.

"Getting all pretty for me, it seems?" He smirked, adjusting his lean against the wall posture to a now full-on stand.

"Shut up and let's go," I say, walking past him, trying to hide the fact that my underwear was getting particularly moist.

"Wait a minute." He grabbed my arm before I could brush past him. I turned around, confused. My breath caught in my throat when I noticed he had been hiding his hand behind his back to bring it around and show me a flower.

I gasped and gawked at him at the unexpected romantic gesture. "Oh wow."

He moved to place the flower delicately in my hair. "Would you believe me if I said I got this from the bush outside?"

I burst out laughing. "That's devious."

"I can't show up empty-handed." He shrugged both shoulders as he took my hand, taking the lead by walking both of us to the elevator of the complex.

"So," I said, slipping into the passenger seat of his car while he closed the door softly behind me. He went around the front of the car quickly to enter his driver's side. "Are you always this put together for dates you don't go on?"

He snickered. "Technically speaking, I'm a victim in this. With your cunning little games. Supposedly, I'm going to fall madly in love with you by the end of this, right?" He eyed me from the side

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I covered my face with my hand, looking away through my passenger side window. I had said that originally in the moment, and I regret it. "That's right."

"Well, I do like a girl with confidence."

He drives us to this hole-in-the-wall restaurant. One of those small-looking on the outside but huge on the inside types. "Have you been here before?" I asked him, taking his hand as he helped me up from the seat.

"Yeah, I guess they like me. I'm very likable"

"Who are you trying to convince?"

"You."

I snicker a little as he closes the door. The hostess leads us to this secluded balcony, a two-seater table with a beautiful view of the entire street. "Must be nice being able to reserve a table that costs this much."

"Well, when you don't have a lot of time to spend money, it kinda just adds up."

"Really? You seem to have a lot of free time to me."

"Yeah, princess, maybe it's because you're so damn distracting."

"You can't tell me you're not enjoying the view." I chuckled, looking away from him down the street.

"I didn't say that." He responded lowly, almost in a growl. "An orange juice for the lady."

"HAH!" I almost snorted. "You tryna be cute right now?" My hands go up to my shoulders to flick the hair away.

"I'm not trying; it just happens." He grinned, settling down nicely into his chair as he continued to look me over. "There's that laugh. I can tell you're trouble."

"You seem like the kind of guy who walks right into trouble. Oh wait! You do." I joke. I did not want to be the kind of girl to only talks about his profession. But when he made it so easy for me, I couldn't help myself.

He laughs in return, "Well, you're not wrong."

I took a long sip of my orange juice when it arrived and smiled at it familiarly. A few days ago, I dreaded drinking it, but it seems like fate had other plans for me. I looked up, my eyes gazing at the handsome Hoshina.

When the food arrived, it was eaten rather quickly. It was one of the restaurants that were careful with portioning, making sure the person eating wasn't too full and only satisfied. We conversed about anything and everything. Joking, flirting. I was absolutely and totally taken by him. "Are you in love with me yet?" I asked

"Who knows. I can't stop thinking about how you'll taste better than that orange juice you're holding." He looked at me provocatively.

Oh.

Oh?

My lips paused over the glass. His words made my heart catch in my throat at the suddenness. Looking over at him, he seemed resolved. "That line was naughty," I admit truthfully.

"You asked if I was in love. That's a hard question I just answered truthfully." He shrugged.

How is it that this man is both funny and sexy?

"You're blushing." He pointed out with an evil grin on his face.

My hands fly upwards to my cheeks, feeling the warmth. "No. Just your imagination."

"Maybe you're imagining the same thing I am?" He sat back, already knowing he won this battle of taking my heart and forcing it down my throat.

"And what are you imagining?" I questioned with a sly smirk.

"That your skin would be even warmer under my hands than it is under yours right now."

My legs started to quiver. Oh god, I was in heat. Shock and instinct took over my brain as I stood up from the table. "Let's go."

He looked up at me, confused and scrambling to get his wallet. "Wait, no desert?" He placed $200 on the table while he followed me out of the restaurant.

"You'll get your dessert at mine."

He stood there, shocked, before a wide smirk graced his features, already undressing me with his mind, and he twiddled with his pants pockets. "Should have just skipped dinner."