Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke & GrapeTootsiePop}
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				Title: <strong>Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 03:31:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/1871/60989316.jpg)</div> Annoyed. It was a very...veracious way to explain how she felt. As Emi looked out the window of the vacation house she was occupying in Florida, she had the intense impulse to punch something. Or someone. That someone being her wonderful and loving <em>Otosan</em>. She had asked -- no no, she had pleaded -- with her Father to leave her be during her vacation in Florida. She had stated that as an adult, she needed to go out and enjoy herself and she was sick and tired of having his bodyguards around. <em>Bodyguards</em>, with a slight scoff she turned away from the window and walked towards the bathroom, undressing slowly.<br><br>They were toys, merely there for her entertainment. Her full lips curved into a slightly amused smile as she thought about the many men under her Father's control. None of them had dared to touch her. None of the had the guts it took to even try and claim what they knew they could not. Reaching for her clip, Emi let her dark chestnut colored hair cascade down her back ending a little bit below her shoulder blades. As she stepped into the bubble bath, her brown eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. 6:45 pm. Her Father had left her a voice mail stating she was to wait at home for her new bodyguard to show up. Stay at home? Rolling her eyes, the only daughter of the most powerful Japanese man in New York decided to defy her Father's order.<br><br>She didn't have time to wait for one of her Father's minions to come and babysit her. She had a party to go to tonight. A very exclusive party, she thought with a provocative smile. Her Father didn't let her out of his sight when he was in New York so as soon as he had boarded a plane to Japan, she had boarded a plane to Miami. Let him have his little business fun while she enjoyed her week alone. Except...someone had told him that she had left New York. And so he had found her in Florida and he had requested that she stay put while his 'best man' came to watch her. Such silly nonsense. His men could barely look at her without popping a boner and stuttering! As she washed herself, Emi struggled not to let her irritation get the best of her. She would simply tell the bodyguard to go home. She didn't need him. And she sure as hell wouldn't put up with him.<br><br>All her life, Emi had been protected by her Father. And when her Father wasn't around, his men were quick to pick up the slack. Which was fine...if they weren't so spineless. If there was one thing she detested was the men who followed orders like little puppies. Pathetic. Hearing her cell phone vibrating on the bathroom counter, her eyes opened for a moment before she shut them again. She didn't care if it was her Father. Or the body guard. Or anyone else. She had to get dressed and be out of the house by 7pm and she was already running late. Making quick work about washing her hair, it wasn't long before she was standing up and stepping out of the tub, the drops of water trickling down her body.<br><br>Reaching for a towel, she wrapped it around herself and silently made her way to her walk-in closet. As she quickly put on some lotion and deodorant, she thought about the party she was going to. It was the grand opening of some nightclub in Miami. Something not too formal, something to simply guarantee a good night. Reaching for the red dress she had already picked out, Emi let the towel drop to the floor and slipped the dress on. She didn't bother with underwear, hating for the dress to be ruined by the markings of undergarments. Zipping up the dress along the side, she brushed out her long hair and left it loose. Applying a few touches of makeup, she slipped on her black stiletto heels and made her way out of the closet.<br><br><em>Let the bodyguard come to the house</em>, she thought with an amused chuckle. Grabbing her cell phone and the keys to her sport car, she made her way out of the house. <em>He could sit his ass down and wait.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 22:13:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.hln.be/static/FOTO/pe/6/11/6/media_l_882651.jpg)</div><em>"..the person you are calling is currently unavailable, please try again later."</em> <br><br>It wasn't unexpected to be greeted by a pre-recorded voice telling him to pretty much fuck off. Granted, there could've been many reasons why the person on the other side didn't manage to pick up the phone, but given the circumstances it was quite clear she just didn't feel like it. Tom, or more commonly known as 'Silent Storm', let out a long drawn-out sigh before letting his cell phone drop on the seat passenger seat next to him. While he was fully aware there was a great deal of mutual respect between him and Mr. Nishimura by now, it was hard not to ask questions about this assignment, if you could even call it that. So as soon as Mr. Nishimura left the country for an unspecified time, his daughter vanished to have some fun.<br><br>Certainly not abnormal behaviour, as this wasn't exactly the first time it happened, but why <em>he</em> had to be the one to act as her bodyguard was a complete mystery. At least to himself, Mr. Nishimura no doubt had his reasons, though what those were nobody knew but him. Of course, he had heard the rumours about his daughter, supposedly a real pain in the ass to handle. When bored enough the bodyguards assigned to protect and escort her around were apparently fun to tease and annoy the living hell out of. Tom had seen pictures of her. Fair enough, saying she was hot as fire was somewhat of an understatement, but surely there was someone else that could handle her just fine<br><br>Rather than letting him drive himself insane the entire ride, the thoughts were put aside for now and the radio turned on. At least it was the house in Florida, so it couldn't be all that bad.<br><br><br>The ride to the house had been slightly frustrating, though once he arrived he started to get more positive about the whole experience. Just from standing outside he could tell there was a lot of luxury to be had. Not that he was living bad himself, there was a reason why he was working for Mr. Nishimura after all, though this place would without a doubt be a joy to stay in. All he had to do was making sure that Emi girl wouldn't do anything crazy and make her listen to him like he did with countless of other people, then the rest would be like a holiday.<br><br>After he parked the car given to him at the airfield, which seemed about the right size as a small air plane, he made his way to the front door while throwing the key up and down in his hand. Not much attention was paid to his surroundings at this point, for a man usually known for his attention to minor details, he was feeling distinctly uninterested right now.<br><br>As soon as the key was in the keyhole and got turned around to open the door, Tom realised it was highly likely Mr. Nishimura's daughter wasn't here anymore. While he was told she was 'ordered' to not go anywhere until he arrived, it would've been a disappointment if she had still been here. After all, if that hadn't been the case nothing he had heard about her be a lie. Rather than worrying, another decision was made easily and swiftly. Unless she was an absolute moron, she'd be back soon enough, wherever it was she was hanging out. Sure, he could've just gone out and look for her, bringing her back here by force if need be, but where was the fun in that? <br><br>No, the plan for now was fairly simple. Find the couch with a television near it, settle down on it and turn the tv on and watch until she returned. What exactly he would do about that infamous attitude of hers was something he'd deal with once she arrived, though now would be the perfect time to enjoy some piece and quiet. Perhaps even spend some of this time useful and checking the house out so he knew what he exactly he was dealing with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 23:08:54</strong>
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				The beat of the music vibrated through her as she moved on the dance floor. Emi ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes closing as she swayed and rocked her hips. Every time she felt a hand wander along her hips or her ass she was quick to jab her elbow back, catching whoever it was in whatever spot was closest. A few times she heard the grunts and the groans; other times...a simply jab wasn't enough and she had to take matters into her own hands. When she felt a hand grab and squeeze her ass, she flipped and slammed the palm of her hand upwards towards the man's nose, breaking it. As blood gushed and he began to scream, Emi was quick to get lost in the crowd.<br><br><em>Idiots,</em> she thought to herself as she made her way to the VIP section and sat down in the plush couch she was sharing with some friends. Glancing at her watch she realized it was nearing one in the morning. With a wave of her hand she ordered another tequila sunrise and chatted with her friend; a hotel heiress. As she laughed at something the girl said, she idly wondered if the bodyguard was at the house. A small little grin escaped her as she thought of him waiting for her. How fun! She loved starting relationships on the wrong foot. It was...amusing, to say the least.<br><br>Any calls that might have gone to her cell phone were going straight to voice mail. She made a point of leaving her cell phone in her car, not wanting to be disturbed during her personal time. She didn't care if he Father called her or the bodyguard. Or even anyone else that wanted to chit chat with her. She had been holed up in New York for the past couple of months because her Father didn't want her to go out unprotected. Even after all of the extensive knowledge in self-defense, he was still hesitant of leaving his 'baby' out and about. It was entirely too frustrating. Emi had done her best to try and entertain herself with the many bodyguards that her Father had...but it was boring now.<br><br>Same thing. They were asked to watch her; she made their lives miserable...they were re-assigned. This new bodyguard would make....the 12th in a year? And the year wasn't even over yet. Weak. So fuckin' annoying! Reaching for the drink the waitress offered her, she downed half of it in one gulp. If she was truthful with herself, Emi would gladly admit that...well, she was a bit tipsy. But as she stood up and made her way back to the dance floor with two of her girlfriends, she pushed the thought aside. She wasn't that bad. And hell, if she couldn't drive then she would call the bodyguard. At least make him useful for <em>something</em>.<br><br>Uncaring of the time, Emi danced and drank for another two hours before the club began to wind down, getting ready to shut down. With a pout, she made her way to the bar and asked for her car to be brought around. Going to the owner of the club, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips in thanks and almost asked him to follow her home. She needed a really good fuck. But. She wanted to go to sleep. Stepping outside, Emi took a deep breath and walked to her car. As she tipped the valet driver, she shut the door and gunned it down the street. Please oh please, she thought tiredly, let the bodyguard have fallen asleep so she could go to bed and sleep away the hangover she knew she was going to wake up to.<br><br>Half an hour later, Emi's car drove up the driveway and screeched to a halt. How she didn't get a ticket, she had no idea, nor did she care. Reaching for her purse and cellphone, she walked towards the front door, completely unaware of the car that was parked in the driveway. The one she had almost hit. Shutting the front door loudly, she locked it and began to make her way up the stairs, reaching for the zipper of her dress and undressing with every step she took. Her shoes were left in the first couple of steps, and Emi was halfway up the stairs when her dress fell down to her hips and began to make its descent down her shapely legs. Sleep...she needed sleep!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 02:34:20</strong>
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				This was certainly a time to enjoy, with that daughter not here yet he could pretty much still do whatever the hell he wanted, and watching television was on top of the list. Quite a mundane thing to desire, but with so little free time television was just not an option. With his legs on the table, Tom had quickly settled in nicely on the couch with a cigarette and a beer. Smoking was yet another guilty pleasure he usually couldn't enjoy, it wasn't so beneficial when one had to stay fit, but he did enjoy the warm feel of the smoke in his lungs. <br><br>It didn't take long before he realised that everything being broadcast on tv was absolute shit, still, he felt himself drawn to keep watching this garbage. It was strangely compelling for all the wrong reasons, time passed rather swiftly too, everything he peered at the digital clock on the dvd player another hour had passed even though it felt more like a few minutes at best. As the morning light began to surface and that Emi kid still hadn't arrived, Tom sighed to himself, he really didn't want to go out and drag her back here. <br><br>Fortunately for him not sleeping a day or two was quite a common thing, so he wasn't the least bothered and could stay awake all day and then some if he had to. Of course, sitting in the couch like a bag of potatoes wouldn't help much. Then, suddenly, the sound of a door being thrown shut echoed through the house. Given the loud arrival by car beforehand this wasn't unexpected, but knowing she was already inside the house made everything that much sweeter. The time had come for sweet, sweet revenge.<br><br>Chances that this girl would be dead tired from being out all night were highly in his favour, though even if she did not know it yet, sleep was one thing she wasn't going to be enjoying today. With a big childish smile on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes he fetched the remote and turned off the tv, getting off the couch immediately after to go and intercept his victim. Tom did it with silent steps, making sure she would remain in the bliss of thinking she'd be going to bed soon as long as possible. <br><br>While making his way towards the stairs he buttoned up his shirt, making sure he looked ready to go, they were going out for a bit of breakfast after all! Arriving at the staircase, his gaze followed the trail of clothing left behind until they were gazing upon a naked woman. It was a pleasant sigh to say the least, but of course, he was just going to ignore it completely. Tom wasn't going to allow her the satisfaction.<br><br>"I'm glad to see you've already begun changing outfits, you're coming with me to fetch some breakfast in a few minutes so be quick!" Tom yelled loudly, hoping his voice would pierce through her and cause a massive headache. There was no detective required to notice this woman had at least been drinking a few glasses, and he was going to make full use of this fact and make it work in his favour. Before she got a chance to turn around and take a good look of his self-satisfied face, his facial expression turned rather serious. Just to make sure she'd realise he wasn't kidding around.<br><br>Otherwise she might just ignore him and try to sleep anyway, though just how well could she if he was going to make a ridiculous amount of noise anyway. While he was enjoying this perhaps a little too much, Tom still knew what his main task was here, but he was aware that Mr Nishimura held a great deal of respect for him. So whatever control this chick thought she had against him, she would soon realise he was the one that would be in control for the duration he had to spent here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 04:35:01</strong>
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				The sudden loud noise coming from behind her made Emi almost topple over; she had been concentrating rather hard on going up the stairs without falling to her doom. With a scowl of indignation, she jerked her head around and looked down at the gentleman at the foot of the stairs. If she hadn't been holding on to the stair rails, she was almost certain she would have fallen on her ass in surprise.<br><br>&nbsp;A few things dimly registered in her alcohol-induced thoughts. Holy shit, he drop dead gorgeous eyes. And the second - most important - one was...he was white. She had heard rumors about her Father hiring a Caucasian bodyguard and had dismissed it as completely untrue rumors. Her Father was hard to trust any Japanese person...he sure as hell wasn't going to trust someone who wasn't even remotely Asian.<br><br>"I am going to bed. So go away," Emi said coldly, turning and making her way back up the stairs. Her head had begun to throb, thanks to his loud voice. Asshole. He had to know she was completely shit-faced and yet he had decided to be a prick about it. That was fine. She didn't have to deal with him. With a slight yawn, she turned down the hallway to her bedroom, adding over her shoulder, "And it's four thirty in the morning, you prick. Who the hell gets breakfast at that time?" Without waiting for an answer, she slammed the door shut to her bedroom, making sure to lock it.<br><br>Never once did she expect him to do anything as she went into her room. Emi was used to the bodyguards leaving her alone; even the toughest ones who worked directly for her Father for many years didn't bother her when she was in one of her moods. And considering she was getting a headache with each step she took...yeah. She was in one of her moods.<br><br>Sleep. Oh, as soon as she saw her bed a happy smile crossed her lips. Emi made her way to her cool, fluffy bed and fell on top of the mattress. Crawling up to her pillows, she removed her earrings and her watch and shut her eyes. The little stunt he had pulled would not go unnoticed, later when she woke up, she would make sure and call her Father and let him know this asshole had to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 21:15:35</strong>
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				"Fair enough." was all Tom said in response, it wasn't much and he would've enjoyed annoying her just a little longer. But honestly, she was standing there naked, he was still a man, so there was no chance in hell he was going to risk anything at the moment. Pretending it didn't phase him was easy as hell, but she wasn't just some random girl, she was Mr Nishimura's god damn daughter and hot as hell. Sure, they did call him Silent Storm, but that was just his way to intimidate and gain power. It had worked fairly well, they all figured he was some sort of psycho at this point, a very loyal psycho, but a psycho nonetheless.<br><br>All of that didn't mean it was real, and just like the stories he had heard from other guys, he certainly wouldn't mind having his way with that body of hers. A small grin appeared on his face at the mere thought of it, what a joy it would be to have her, the arrogant bitch daughter listening to his every demand. By closing his eyes briefly and shaking his head lightly, Tom moved the thought along with it's vivid fantasy of how it work out out of his mind. Shit, this girl hadn't been here for ten minutes and already his mind started to wander. <br><br>No, there was no time for that, he'd get his sexual urges sorted out when he got rid of this pesky job. For now he would just continue with his original plan, well, slightly modified plan. Emi wanted sleep? Fine, she could get the full ten minutes of it. Because only being able to sleep for ten minutes would probably be far worse. The 'click' of the lock on the door echoing through the hall only broadened the already rather wide smile on his face. Like locks were going to stop him from coming in, who did she think she was dealing with?<br><br>Faithful to his plan, Tom waited the full ten minutes before walking up the stairs ready to break in her room and make a god-awful loud noise to pull her out of the deep sleep she was no doubt in. Breaking in was easy enough, the locks on these doors weren't exactly impressive, after all, considering who's house this was one would not expect it actually needed locks. Not bothering with being silent in opening the door, counting on the fact she was so drunk she'd pretty much sleep through it, he walked inside her room.<br><br>As soon as his gaze reached her bed, he let out a loud sigh. Apparently she didn't even bother to crawl beneath the bed sheaths or cover herself up. Sure, it was a good way to encourage that little voice inside of him to show this girl who was the boss right now in a whole different way, but that voice didn't take into consideration that would probably end up with his head served on a platter somewhere. Bringing two fingers to his mouth Tom walked over to her bed and lowered himself to get as close to her as possible. <br><br>As soon as this was achieved he whistled as loud as he could, which was pretty damn loud. "Alright! Twenty to five, perfect time to have some breakfast wouldn't you say?!" Tom immediately started yelling, making sure she wouldn't just dismiss his loud whistle and just fall back to sleep again a split second later, "Considering it's my job to make sure you are safe and you made me wait all night, I've become terrible hungry. But I can't just leave you behind now can I, so you'll just have to come with or I'll drag you along with me in your birthday suite if I have to." Tom added with a smirk, though his voice sounded completely serious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 07:15:03</strong>
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				The sleep that claimed her was so deep that she felt nothing nor heard nothing as she laid on her bed. It was the kind of sleep that when one finally awoke from it, it would make them smile and stretch and leave them completely refreshed. It was a sleep that was quite rudely and shockingly interrupted, making her eyes snap open in confusion and anger. <em>Holy...Christ!! What the fuck!</em> As her eyes focused a bit belatedly, her glazed eyes came face to face with...the mother-fucking bodyguard.<br><br>"Huh...? What --" She struggled to swallow and licked her painfully parched lips, her voice coming out a bit rusty. Trying again, Emi didn't have a chance as he began to ramble on about breakfast. Was he fucking serious?! He was waking her up because he wanted some breakfast! As she writhed a bit on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut, his voice like nails being driven into her skull. Finally, Emi's sounded loud and painful even to her own ears, "Oh...for the love of God, will you shut the FUCK up?!"<br><br>As her eyes fell shut once more, Emi rolled over until she was on her back. She took a few deep breaths, struggling not to bring up the last couple of Tequila Sunrises she had downed. A small part of her brain mocked her turbulent stomach, silently reprimanding her for the excessive drinking she had done. Whatever! She had been away from her Father, with no one to annoy her. She had needed a few celebratory drinks!<br><br>Sitting up in bed - swaying a bit - Emi looked around for her purse. She said in a low voice, the lack of sleep and the exhaustion evident in her tone. "Hand me my purse," She said as she waved towards the location of it on the floor. Turning her head to his direction, she said with her eyes half opened, "Now look, Mary-fuckin' Sunshine. I'm tired. If you want some breakfast go to IHOP. Or Denny's. Or down the street and get yourself some breakfast. I'll even pay for it."<br><br>Giving up on her purse being given to her, Emi rolled over, finally reaching for the covers on her bed and pulling it over her body. She reached for one of her fluffy pillows and plopped it over her head. "I'm -not- going to breakfast with you. I'm -not- going to get up. And I'm -not- going to listen to you anymore. Now. Go away, you little shit before I call my Father and have him fire you for pestering his precious little angel." The last was said with a smug little smile, loving to toss around the control she had over her Father.<br><br>Uncaring if he left her room or not, Emi shut her eyes once more and prayed for sleep to come again. It was slower this time, her heart starting to do a pretty slow and heavy thumping noise that was making her wince with each minute that ticked by. She had been so blissfully asleep! And little Mr. I'm-Hungry just had to ruin it for her. She didn't even question how he had come into her room. As long as he knew how to get the fuck out!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:31:42</strong>
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				Ah the joy of having someone yell back at him, Tom honestly could not remember when that had last happened. Especially not a naked woman yelling at him to go away, but, there was a first time for everything! The comical display by the confused yet still feisty girl almost made him want to let her sleep for another ten minutes as a reward for making him smile. Instantly this small token of charity was wiped off the table when she brought up her father. Now she had forced him to be extremely strict and he might just had to potentially drag her with him while she was still in her birthday suit.<br><br>Not particularly a bad thing when he thought about it, other than the actual repercussions attached to doing this. Having witnesses definitely wasn't a good thing, because without them Mr Nishimura was prone to pick his side in an argument, considering all the bodyguards she had devoured by now. Scratching the back of his neck while gazing at the sleeping beauty, Tom decided to not whistle as a means to wake her up again, if she had already dozed off. Repetition was such a nasty thing in life, while a little variation could make anything dull become slightly more interesting.<br><br>"Alright, first off, since you insisted, you <em>will</em> pay for it." he mumbled to himself and turned his blue eyes to the purse she had urged him to give to her. Fair enough, he had enough money himself, but she did insist so strongly, who was he to decline such a generous offer? Ignoring every other boring object that was hidden in her purse, he went straight for her wallet and took out just enough to buy him a bit of food.<br><br>Putting the money in the back pocket of his dark jeans and letting the purse fall on the ground, Tom made his way to the bathroom to set his new plan in motion. No doubt the others that had been assigned to guard the arrogant girl would declare him absolutely insane; though he couldn't just let her get away with all this. Besides, she was so delightful when angry, so infuriating her in this process of power would also sate his curiosity at the same time.<br><br>Once arrived at the sink of the nearest bathroom, he turned it on and put the temperature way down. Technology was an amazing thing, so considering this house was packed with the latest and most of everything, getting ice cold water instantly was like taking candy from a baby. By cupping one hand to catch some of the water, he waited until it was filled sufficiently and turned it off. With his small pool of ice cold water resting in his hand, he carefully made his way back towards her bedroom. Even when tiny drops were slipping through his fingers, this was sure to be sufficient enough.<br><br>Once back near her bed, Tom didn't waste any time so he wouldn't lose all the water he had been holding in his hand. It was a darn shame, she was so much more pleasant when not talking or moving. Removing the pillow that providing cover to her head carefully, Tom let the water in his hand drop down on her face as soon as he got the chance. Before she could get a chance to realise what had happened, he moved his back to her wall and proceeded to lean on it rather casually. <br><br>"When I said you were going with me, I wasn't kidding. Now either call your father and get told to listen to me or don't fucking bother and just come with me. You wasted enough of my time already." Tom made sure to bring the message across this time, no more playful smile on his face and a calm yet stern look in his eyes.&nbsp; Sure, there was still a lot of pleasure to be gained from this, but he wasn't planning on showing this to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 21:41:47</strong>
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				The tension she felt from having been woken up was slowly ebbing away and Emi could feel sleep lulling her back into unconsciousness. There was a part of her that wondered if she was dreaming all of this. Truly, any bodyguard in their right mind would NOT be dealing with her in her current state. When she wanted to be, Emi could be a thorn in someone's side and right now, she was still in a state of slight shock over someone being a thorn to her. Seriously...she had to be dreaming. That was the only excuse she could come up with.<br><br>"Wh--!" As the pillow was snatched from her, Emi had no chance to react to what was happening. An instant later she felt the cold water land on her face, shocking her awake. Shit! Her eyes snapped opened, coughing slightly as some of the water made its way inside her parted lips. As she sputtered and sat up in bed, her eyes blinked repeatedly. As her mouth opened to cough a few more times, she heard the voice of the bodyguard and her mood escalated from annoyed to pissed off. <br><br>"Alright," Emi said under her breath as she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes glittered angrily, her body throwing off negative heat waves that were directed towards him. She licked her lips, tasting the cold water and said in a rather tense voice, "It seems that you're a bit hard of hearing. So...let me make this clear." Grabbing another pillow, she fluffed it up and placed it on the bed, her tone cold, "I. Am. NOT. Going. For. Breakfast. With. You."<br><br>Before she laid down, Emi glared at him, the absurdity of the matter making her lips twitch for just a second. Less than a second. Because even though it was funny that she was having to fight with someone about not going to eat breakfast with them, her stomach was grumbling and she was buck ass naked. "Now. If you go away, I promise that I will pay you....$10,000. Just to let me sleep. When I feel like spending time with the <em>hired help</em>, I'll go look for you."<br><br>Once she was done, she rolled over and reached for the slightly wet bedsheets. She shivered slightly before she laid her head back down on the pillow and yawned quietly. With her eyes closed, Emi muttered, "And if I wasted your time already, then maybe you should have left when I told you to. You're the genius that's still trying to get me to do this." She let out a delicate snort, her tone holding a hint of amusement, "You might as well be talking to a brick wall, buddy."<br><br>Done with the conversation, Emi pulled the covers over her head and blocked him out. For a moment, she actually pondered calling her Father and complaining about the asshole in her room but decided that if she did, the one to blame would be her. She had been told not to go out and she had. If she called her Father, she was headed down a one hour bitch-fest that she wouldn't be able to get out of. No thanks. She could handle him on her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 01:35:31</strong>
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				Ah, the extreme willpower it took not to laugh his ass off right now. The plan had worked splendidly, sure, there were those drawbacks that in the end the girl didn't actually obey him, though it were the little things that mattered. Making her angry was one of those things, Tom couldn't help feeling an extreme amount of joy being able to push her buttons. Sure, she was saying all sorts of things to him but that didn't necessarily mean he was listening. The fact she was naked was far more interesting than whatever she was trying to say. Most of it would fall along of the lines of her thinking she was superior than him anyway, a tad predictable, but it was good to see a bit of cold water wouldn't convince her. In hindsight, that would've been far too easy.<br><br>It would appear there was much she didn't understand about him being here in the first place, Tom had at least expected her to be somewhat cautious due to the fact he wasn't Japanese. Normal rules didn't quite apply to him, at least, he liked to think so. Sure, he respected her father immensely, which was the only reason he actually wasn't going to bother her any further, as any more.. extravagant attempts would be a sign of disrespect to say the least. That, and pushing it too far would result in his head no longer being attached to his spine. Tom did rather enjoy being in one piece. However, she had not earned any of this respect, so he felt inclined to be a little more flexible with himself.<br><br>Really, even the consequences were doubtful, he wasn't hired just for shits and giggles after all. "Uhu, a brick wall with it's boobs out." he replied with a smirk on his face, this time he would just let her sleep, though perhaps his comment would make her slightly uncomfortable. It was a long-shot, but there wasn't anything to lose. Leaving her room yet again, though not intending to return once more, Tom made sure to slam the door shut rather loudly as a final touch. In such little time he had achieved quite a bit, she didn't call her father meaning her bite was worse than her bite, and she was willing to give him a fair sum of money just to get rid of him. The latter was especially pleasing, that girl would be <em>terribly</em> disappointed if she found out that money was something he did not care about in the slightest.<br><br>The stories and rumours he had heard were somewhat true, but she wasn't that bad, those other guys had to be pussies. Whistling his way to the couch, not intending to sleep himself, Tom grabbed the remote and turned on the television again. Perhaps even make himself some breakfast if the mood struck him, the smell of omelettes would surely be tempting to everyone hungry. Fortunately she wasn't hungry and wouldn't need any, she did say this multiple times after all. Zapping to Cartoon Network, Tom was ready to get amused by what most would perceive as childish humour. Though those were people who did not appreciate the simple things in life, like torturing your boss' daughter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 07:54:02</strong>
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				Even though her head was covered and she laid unmoving, Emi was not asleep. Every time she tried to close her ass, the asshole bodyguard would wake her up. So she remained perfectly still with her eyes halfway opened, ready for him to strike. If she had been thinking logically, she would have known that there was something...different about him. He wasn't like the other men. He wasn't scared. Worse, he wasn't following her orders. But all of that disappeared when she heard the bedroom door slam shut. She winced, a scowl permanently fixed upon her brow as the noise vibrated in her ear, causing her headache to pound furiously. In her pain filled hazy brain she realized...she had won!<br><br>A sleepy but cocky smile crossed her lips as she murmured, "And good fuckin' night to you too." Finally. As she closed her eyes and relaxed, sleep slowly lulled her back to bed. She submitted to sleep with the happy little smile on her face. How long she slept, she wasn't entirely sure but she knew that her sleep had not been a restful one. The headache that she had hoped would not appear had made its presence known when the asshole bodyguard had woken her up. So even now as she slept, the constant throbbing sensation made her whimper in her sleep. Finally - after just a few short hours of sleep - Emi opened her eyes and realized...she wasn't going to get any more sleep.<br><br>Without opening her eyes, Emi made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She didn't bother turning on any of the lights, knowing where everything was. As the water turned warm, she made her way to the medicine cabinet and popped three Excedrin tablets in her mouth. Swallowing without water, she turned and once more made her way to the shower. Stepping inside, a low groan escaped her at the sudden blast of heat along her body. Damn it! She was still so very tired. The alcohol was still lurking around in her system. And she had a feeling that the stupid man who had caused her this kind of pain and misery was still lurking around downstairs. Who the hell was he? Was he really a bodyguard for her Father? A sudden thought made her eyes pop open. He was Japanese. Did he even <em>work</em> for her Father?<br><br>Damn it, it would just be her damn luck that some random stranger decided to get in her house while she was shit-faced. As she tried to remember the memories of the night before, she had a hazy thought of her undressing along the stair way. She groaned softly knowing damn well she had done that. There was something...uncomfortable about clothes after she had had enough to drink. Moving from a leaning position, Emi washed her body quickly and rinsed her hair. After an hour in the shower, she shut off the water and stepped out. As she reached for the towel, she paused...hoping to hear something from downstairs. But nothing. She left her hair down as she wrapped a large white towel around herself and went to the bedroom door, opening it. Coffee. She needed lots and lots of coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 21:31:04</strong>
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				Watching cartoons proved entertaining enough for a little while, but all that talking about breakfast had started to excite his stomach perhaps a little too much. So after two hours Tom decided it was about time he made himself some food. While he wasn't an amazing cook, he still managed to cook himself a worthy breakfast when he had the time to. It went without saying that he didn't cook when he was around 'the guys', for that would be a dent in his flawless reputation that he simply could not afford. Those dimwitted fools were so easy to manipulate, a rather sad state of affairs, but extremely convenient nonetheless. <br><br>Fortunately every house owned by Mr.Nishimura was kept clean and filled with supplies, so he wouldn't even have to leave the house. Thanks to little miss arrogance's desire to party, giving him time to explore the house, he knew exactly where the kitchen was and where to find everything he needed. So all in all, it didn't take him very long to make a delicious and nutritious breakfast for himself to enjoy. A standard British breakfast, he took what he figured would fill him up nicely and left the rest in the pots and pans for now, just in case he felt like having more. Taking the plate with him to the couch, Tom continued his previously lazy activity, only this time with food!<br><br>Once he was finished eating and his stomach's wishes were fulfilled, Tom went to clean up, throwing the left-overs in the garbage bin. There was still enough to provide a worthy meal for that Emi girl, but she was far too tired to eat after all. Being an ass sure was fun, but chances were she liked that Japanese stuff far more anyway. It wasn't really bad, but if he had to choose between the food those die-hard Japanese traditionalist ate&nbsp; and a cheeseburger, he would grab the burger. As soon as he was finished cleaning up, he could hear some noise coming from upstairs. A smile formed on his lips, it was nice to know she didn't get <em>that</em> much sleep at least, he preferred to think that was his doing. <br><br>Letting his body fall down on the couch for the hundredth time, Tom simply awaited her arrival. There was nothing particular he had in mind that he could pester her with, but that was not an issue, she would no doubt provide inspiration. The scent of his breakfast lingering in the room on it's own might trigger a good reason, as it would imply there had been no need for him waking her up twice in a row under the guise of having to go out for it. Heh, when he got called and ordered to get over here he had been complaining to himself the entire ride, but this was without a doubt going to be far more exciting than he had ever anticipated. And who knows, when he would break that feisty spirit of hers he could climb even a little higher in this organisation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 21:08:20</strong>
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				As soon as she stepped out of her room, the scent of breakfast tickled her nose. A low moan escaped her at how good it smelled! Making her way downstairs, Emi inwardly winced as she saw her clothes scattered on the steps of the stairs. Damn, she really had simply stripped out of her clothing. Rolling her eyes, she thought of the bodyguard. Bastard had seen it all. Once she reached the first floor landing, Emi looked around, a bit curious to see where he was lurking. But she didn't see anyone - or really hear anything. Hm. Raising her shoulders in a slight shrug, she made her way into the kitchen, searching for the delicious smelling breakfast.<br><br>Except...she didn't find anything. The sight that greeted her was of a fantastic smelling kitchen, but no breakfast. She would have guessed that his ass went to a restaurant, but no...the dishes were in the sink, clean and drying. Her brows furrowed in a glare but she didn't speak. Didn't bother saying anything. If he wanted to be an asshole, then damn it, so could she! Reaching into the cupboard she pulled out the Starbucks labeled bag of coffee and quickly poured three scoops into the coffee maker. Filling the coffee pot halfway with water, she poured it into the machine and after setting the pot in its proper place, flipped it on. As she turned, her eyes looked down at the trash can...and a small sound escaped the back of her throat.<br><br>...He had thrown away her breakfast. Granted, she was almost certain that he <em>hadn't</em> made breakfast for her but damn it...there had been left overs!!! "I will kill him," she muttered under her breath and as much as she wanted to scream at him and call him an imbecile and a fool, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction! Turning around, she made her way to the fridge and quickly pulled out some eggs and cheese and bacon. Quickly she got to work on making her breakfast. If he so much as hinted at wanted some of her breakfast, she would kill him, she thought furiously. Her eyes glittered angrily, the desire to murder him quite evident in her gaze. He was going to ruin her vacation!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 22:39:02</strong>
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				When footsteps were heard moving towards the kitchen, Tom jumped out of the couch ready to see if the fruits of his hard labour would be as delicious as he had hoped for. The hard labour being the subtle touches he had left behind in hopes to piss off miss hangover, the anger being the fruit. Yet another smile appeared on his face, he had been smiling a lot in such a short time, one might think he was on some sort of drug. Anyone who would know him would rule out this possibility, but fortunately for him nobody really did. <br><br>In a way pestering her was a drug to him, one of those famous natural highs, only a bit out of the ordinary of course. So when he made it to the kitchen and was met by an eerie atmosphere and a look on Emi's face that just screamed <em>'I'm going to shove a fork down your throat'</em>, he was far more than pleased with himself. If she was already like this before he even said anything, there was no telling what more was waiting for him. Of course, this time she wasn't completely hammered.<br><br>But what was this, she was making her own breakfast? This spoiled girl wasn't completely incompetent? Tom was so surprised by this that he felt the urge to tell her, "Oh, making yourself a meal eh? I didn't know you had it in you, be sure not to burn the whole house down though." he said in a condescending tone, leaning on the door frame with a cocky grin. Despite of what he said, it looked like it would be a simple yet delicious meal, already Tom's mind started to try and find ways to get a taste, as she was unlikely to just hand him a bit. Sure he was full, but if he'd manage to make this happen, well, that would mean another tiny victory for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 19:31:02</strong>
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				"What is it to you if I burn the house down?" Emi said with a cold voice, her eyes sweeping over him before she looked away, as if disgusted. "This is my Father's house. I'm sure you'll still get your paycheck and in a month the house will be rebuilt. Bigger and better." Setting the skillet on the stove, she turned it on medium before she placed a few pieces of bacon on the surface. Before long the scent of bacon filled the kitchen, and teased her senses. As if on cue. her stomach grumbled.<br><br>It was pure horror to her Father that Emi knew how to cook and clean. As a child when her Father left for weeks and weeks, Emi would entertain herself following the help around. At first they were horrified, but before long, she was assisting in the breakfasts that were made for her and helping make her own bedroom. When her Father saw her in the kitchen at the age of sixteen, he almost had a heart attack. And try as he might, she wouldn't let him hire anyone if she was going to be home by herself. It was completely pointless.<br><br>"Thank you for throwing away your breakfast," She added as she brought out the orange juice from the fridge. Giving him a cold smile, she said in a sweet tone, "I'm pretty sure it tasted horribly so the trash was the best place for it to go." Setting the OJ down on the counter, she reached for the spatula and flipped her omelet over, sprinkling a bit of cheese on it. "I'm going to be going out to the stores today. Please...don't follow me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 21:38:36</strong>
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				Ah, a hostile greeting, it was to be expected since the first thing he had said wasn't friendly either. Tom had to admit however, that her cocky attitude was getting them him far easier than he wanted it to. Sure, he wasn't angry, heck, he wasn't even annoyed yet. That didn't mean he couldn't feel it coming though, 'bigger and better', no respect for the fact she even had a vacation house like this to run off to. There was a difference between arrogance and being spoiled because you were being drowned in money. The latter being a character trait he couldn't appreciate at all. The thought caused him to give her a rather displeased look.<br><br>Well, at least she was able to cook for herself, so she wasn't completely hopeless. Other rich spoiled brats could cook though and it wasn't even such an amazing feat. Bah, why was he even thinking about this anyway, useless. Tom shook his head lightly and made the smug grin appear back on his face. <br><br>The girl's comment about assuming his food tasted like garbage only provoked an unimpressed scratch on the nose with a disappointed look in his face. It felt a bit arrogant and overconfident, but Tom was pretty sure she would've enjoyed that little piece of heaven for the taste buds he had made. It seemed far more likely to him she was just annoyed and jealous that he didn't put it aside for her. Not that any of that mattered, his goal was to get a bit of her breakfast for himself, one way or the other. Just how he would manage her to give it to him freely without realising was still beyond him at the moment though.<br><br>"Oh? You think I want to follow your scrawny ass around all day? Yea, sure. You know, when I woke up yesterday that was the first thing I thought, 'I hope I can follow around the daughter of my boss all day because she wants to rebel like a teenager.'." the sarcastic tone was very evident, but Tom couldn't help himself. Sure, he lied about the part of her ass, it was a pleasure to look at, but who the hell did she think she was? Follow her, like he had a fucking choice in the matter, he much rather stay here and do fuck all, but she'd just get herself in trouble one way or the other and who'd be to blame when that happened? Him. <br><br>"No, I'm not going to follow <em>you</em>. You're going to follow me." he announced it like was a fact, "And if you so much as think of running away, I'll be sure to handcuff you on the car door." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 15:18:58</strong>
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				Rebel like a teenager? She was twenty-five years old, damn it! She wasn't 'rebelling' like a teenager. She wanted a vacation, she took it. She was of legal age and she could do whatever the holy hell she wanted to do! Emi was trying - so hard - not to let the anger well up inside of her, but there was just something about that bodyguard that annoyed the fuck out of her. He was cocky and he was rude and damn it, she didn't need to deal with this right now. Her vacation was going to go to shits if he continued on with his little attitude.<br><br>"Oooh...handcuff me to the door, huh?" She turned to look back at him, her eyes flashing as her lips quirked in a smirk. "So...movie-like!! Are we going to have hot sex in the front seat of your car too?" Her eyes darkened as she ran her eyes up and down his body slowly, blatantly checking him out. A purr escaped her as she murmured, "Mmm I think I'd like that."<br><br>Turning back to her breakfast, she reached for a plate and scooped out her omelet, placing it on the expensive clear plate. Turning off the stove, she picked up the bacon that she had cooked and placed them pieces on her plate. Ignoring him, she grabbed her glass of OJ and silverware and walked to the breakfast table. Sitting with down a pleased sigh, Emi looked down at her food and couldn't help the small smile that quirked up the corners of her lips. Her stomach let out a delicate little rumble.<br><br>She ignored him. Or tried to. As she cut into her omelet and took a bite, she chewed slowly and couldn't help her eyes from flashing over to him. With a small sigh of annoyance, she finished her bite before commenting, "So, what did Daddy Dearest tell you? That you needed to bring me back home? Stick around until I decided to go home?" She took a sip of her juice, adding, "Let me know, so I can do whatever the hell I can to get you <em>out</em> of here."<br><br>Her eyes remained on him for a moment, once again checking him out without caring if he noticed or not. He was attractive and had really hot eyes. As she took a bite of a piece of bacon, her eyes ran down and suddenly landed on his crotch, not looking away for a few seconds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 20:50:00</strong>
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				Great, she was getting far more pissed off at him than the other way around right now, it was quite obvious and Tom took comfort in this fact to not let her do the same to him no longer. Well, not that it lasted long, just when he thought she was going to scream at him like a spoiled brat not getting her way, she started to blatantly check him out. Last night the girl had already given him a funky look, but she was smashed then, what the fuck was the big idea now? Who the hell did she think she was to think she could talk to him like that, he wasn't some fucking toy to play with.<br><br>"Yea, I bet you would like that. Unfortunately for you I don't give a rats ass, nor am I attracted to <em>your</em> type." Tom ran his tongue over his teeth while taking the liberty to stare at her breasts while she had returned her focus on her breakfast. Well, if this chick was going to be so up forward about it, perhaps he'd just have to see how far she was willing to take it. If she thought he was going to quiver before her just because she was daddy's little girl, she'd have another thing coming for her. There was no better sex than taking control of someone with an attitude like hers after all, he'd make her beg for more.<br><br>Tom returned back to his senses as soon as he was asked a question, though the idea of having his way with her still lingered in the back of his mind. "What he told me doesn't concern you, all you need to know is I won't be leaving anything soon and I'm not going to be your butler." he said quite casually, "Try if your childish mind must, but you won't get rid of me either, if you're going to leave without any sign, you should've been prepared for the consequences. He's your fucking father, did you really think he'd really leave you here?" Tom asked, actually curious whether or not she had been that stupid. One would've expected she knew her father a lot better than him, but it sure didn't look like it.<br><br>The mission of acquiring a bit of her breakfast was not on his mind at all anymore, especially once she was staring at his crotch, leaving little to the imagination as far as what she was thinking was concerned. Flattering as it was, Tom had far too much pride to just ignore it, "If you want to get laid that badly, go outside and stand next to the other whores." he said, being a lot more direct and rude than usual. The fact her father wouldn't be too happy about her daughter being called a prostitute didn't even bother him, she was getting on his nerves right now with that careless attitude of hers. If she thought she could get away with shit like this, he would gladly be the one to finally prove her wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 00:25:13</strong>
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				"I don't care if he's my Father or not," Emi replied calmly as she continued to eat her breakfast. She had heard the displeasure in his voice and knew that he was not pleased with her. Good. Let him think she was just a spoiled little bitch, it would make her life so much more simpler. Especially because she couldn't help admitting that he was pretty damn attractive. Who the hell cared if he was hot or not? The mere idea of the two of them hooking up spelled trouble with a capital and underlined 'T'. "I've been asking him for months now to let me take a vacation on my own. To let me relax and enjoy being my own person and he refuses. So, fine. He can take a trip. Then so can I."<br><br>She flashed him a shit-eatin' grin and added, "And if you have a problem with it...well, who cares?" She finished the last of her bacon and finished her drink before standing up. "You're here because my Daddy told you to stay put and watch me. Sucks to be you because I still plan on doing everything I came to Florida to do." She glanced at the microwave and looked at the time. Her headache was still there but she wasn't about to let the stop her. She walked to the trash and threw out the last bit of her omelet before washing the items she used. "So, you better look for your sexy little swim trunks, buddy, cause after a bit of shopping, I'm hitting the beach."<br><br>The comment he had made about her being a prostitute had not gone unnoticed but Emi had chosen to ignore it. If her looking at him bothered him that much then it was going to be fun for her to continue to do it. So all she did when he made that comment was chuckle and continue putting the plates in the sink to clean them all. Anything she could do to get under his skin was going to be a pleasure for her to partake in. The little incident this morning was not forgotten to her. Emi would get her own revenge.<br><br>As she continued to clean the dishes, she couldn't help but look at him again. She had heard rumors, little whispers of a man working for her Father who was not Japanese. She had dismissed it, thinking it was just a one time thing...but now here he was. She arched an eyebrow as she asked curiously, "So tell me...how does an American get in good with a Japanese business man who doesn't even trust his own kind?" She let out a delicate little snort and added, "Hell, sometimes I wonder if he even trusts me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:11:56</strong>
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				Well, no surprise there at least, the daughter of one of the most powerful men right now was one of the few who would rebel against him. It was almost like a movie, it all made sense though, why would she fear him? The man was probably never around though provided her with all this luxury, heck, perhaps deep down inside Mr. Nishimura was actually afraid of <em>her</em>. It was a silly theory, but one that did manage to turn that grumpy face of his into one filled with mild amusement. It'd make sense as to why Tom had to be the one keeping an eye on her, it definitely was a theory worth exploring at one point. Sure, there was a lot of respect he had for the man, but he wouldn't let that get in the way of some harmless, subtle fun.<br><br>Rather than bothering to reply to her while she was having her little 'Trying to piss you off' speech, Tom merely gazed at her with curiosity. It was odd, if she was really trying to annoy him, she was taking a very odd approach to do so, going to to the beach? Fuck, it wasn't like he wanted to be here, a little sun would be a welcome change than the usual pace. Of course, after all those implications he made about making her do his bidding like a puppet, it would seem like he was afraid to actually do so, so being a pain in the ass for her was something he just <em>had</em> to do.<br><br>Tom yawned, politely covering his mouth with his hand, while listening to a question he had been expecting for a while now. Not answering was an option that would provide entertainment, but it was about something he was extremely proud of and it did stroke his ego everytime someone was amazed at how he made it possible. "Well, first of all, it's not about trust, it's about respect and your reputation. I just happen to have a very.. convincing reputation that does all the talking for me." Tom couldn't help but be vague about it. Because in reality it wasn't all that impressive, sure, he was good, but all he had to do was not talk to turn from good into an infamous legend.<br><br>In fact, if this girl was to tell about how much he had actually said and the way he had been acting, it was highly likely most wouldn't believe her. Such was the beauty of holding a certain power. "Let's just say I have my ways and leave it at that, what you really should be asking yourself is why <em>I</em> am here. Do you honestly think your dad would send an American out to play bodyguard for his daughter while he just as well could send one of his other incompetent lackeys?" Tom added with a smirk, trying to use her curiosity of how he earned her father's trust against her. It was doubtful it'd actually work, but maybe she'd realise that he wasn't the type that was going to let himself get pushed around by her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 19:25:13</strong>
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				A soft chuckle escaped her as she listened to him talk about why her Father would send him. She rolled her eyes as she glanced at him, not bothering to answer him. She knew damn well why her Father wouldn't send the other 'lackeys' as he so kindly put it. The explanation was simple - well, at least to her. Her Father knew that she had power over the other man. If she told them to stay put, then like little dogs they would simply stay put. Oh sure, there was the occasional guy who threatened to go to her Father or even defied her orders. But she quickly put them back in their place. She wasn't a child to be followed. But if that was the case...then why was she making it so easy for <em>this one</em> to follow her?<br><br>The answer was easy in her eyes. She was tired. Emi was fuckin' tired of having to hide and dodge her Father's men. So fine, if he wanted to follow her to the salon and if he wanted to follow her shopping and going to the beach...then fine. She would ignore him just as she had this morning. Emi didn't have to speak to him at all. Shutting off the water, she wiped her hands on the dish towel and said idly, "I want to leave in five minutes. Please be ready or I'll leave without you."<br><br>Making her way out of the kitchen, she took the stairs, picking up her items along the way. With a sigh, she debated calling her Father but quickly dismissed it. Excuses and Excuses is all she would hear from him. What she didn't bother to tell the bodyguard was that she had asked her Father to come with her on vacation. And like the asshole that he was, he had dismissed it. <em>"One doesn't have time for vacation when you're in my position,"</em> he had told her. The anger had been easy to deal with. It had been the hurt that had caused her to simply walk away the minute his plane went up in the air.<br><br>Going into her bedroom, she threw her clothes on the floor and took off the towel. Walking naked into the bathroom, she glanced at herself in the mirror. For a moment, her lips curved into a wicked smile. She wondered what the bodyguard had thought of her body? A soft chuckle escaped her as she rolled her eyes - he wasn't interested in her skinny ass. Oh well. She would still have fun with him! Quickly finding her black thong bikini, she put it on and then wrapped a white see-thru skirt around her waist. Reaching for her black heels, she slipped them on and after applying a hint of makeup, Emi made her way out of her bedroom.<br><br>Making her way down the stairs, she called out loudly, "You better be ready, whatever-your-name-is!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 17:53:00</strong>
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				Laughter.. ah well, it wasn't like he had been expecting her to take anything he said serious. It'd bite her in the ass eventually, when Tom could be bothered to actually give a shit. If there was one thing they had in common was that they really didn't wanted to be near eachother at all, well, that and they were sexually interested in one another despite of that first little fact. Only he made an effort out of not showing it, as soon as she'd realise she was perfectly capable of giving him an instant-erection, she'd try and use it to control him. Tom much rather have it the other way around.<br><br>"I'm not a woman, doesn't take me ages to get ready." He replied and rolled his eyes, making his way to his car when the girl vanished to her bedroom. Once at the car he opened the trunk and took out a bag which contained clothes and other things he considered a necessity to have around. Along with a few surprises, in case he needed them. Closing the trunk and locking up the car, Tom threw the bag over his shoulder and made his way back inside, immediately going to the bedroom for guests.<br><br>The opportunity to take a shower had presented itself many times since yesterday, but he hadn't bothered yet and wasn't planning to right now as he didn't feel like wasting much time. It wasn't like he was covered in a disgusting odor; So if that chick couldn't handle the scent of a real man, that'd be her problem. Undressing himself and throwing the clothes on the bed, Tom grabbed a pair of three quarter jeans and a plain white t-shirt that was slightly too small.<br><br>The shirt was a tactical choice, since it's was too small, it showed of his muscles rather nicely. Unless she pissed him off before then, he wouldn't stop her from going to the beach, if they'd actually get that far Tom didn't feel too bothered about just diving into the sea with his jeans. The weather here was hot as hell at a non-stop rate anyway, so some wet clothes would do nicely. Then again, he was getting ahead of himself, the possibility of her not rubbing him in the wrong way seemed slim at best.<br><br>After he had properly dressed himself and transferred his keys and wallet from his old to his new pair of pants, Tom grabbed a pair of expensive sunglasses and put it on, leaving the guest room and throwing the door shut. Right on time too, it seemed, as the woman's voice called out for him as soon as he set foot in the living room. It was a surprise to see she didn't just try and sneak out, not that it would've worked.<br><br>"What the hell do you think? I've been waiting for ages here, I'm in no mood to chase after you, but that doesn't mean you should test my patience." Tom said walking towards the staircase, lying out of his ass of course, but a certain amount of 'asshattery' had to be maintained at all times. Once he good a good look at Emi, or rather, what she was wearing, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It left little to imagination, so he found it a fortunate thing he had chosen for a jeans. It wouldn't make such an obvious bulge if he did lose self-control at any given moment. <br><br>Sure, it was fine right now, but if she would as much as bend over in front of him.. well.. he was a man, nature doesn't mess around when it wants something. "If you're going out like <em>that</em>, I'll have you know I feel inclined, as a bodyguard, to punch whoever is attracted to your <em>type</em>." Tom said with a smirk, glad that he managed to imply she was dressed like a skank and let her know any guy she'd try to bring here would just end up with a broken nose. Sure, he was quite content with the things she was wearing, that was a lie, but the punching part was something he was very willing to confirm if needed. The last thing he needed was some pathetic moron to get on his nerves as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 17:38:09</strong>
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				She almost stumbled at those words. <em>Her type.</em> That prick had called her a slut. Her eyes flashed angrily and she almost opened her mouth to tell him to watch his fucking mouth. Instead, she swallowed hard the angry words and flashed him a cocky smile. "Bring them back home?" She let out a short laugh as she reached for her sunglasses resting on the foyer. "If I bring them back home, then they'll know where I live. No thanks. I'd rather just do it where 'my type' does - some motel or alley way."<br><br>As she eyed him, she looked at his attire and couldn't help but notice how he just made it work. How was it possible for someone to look comfortable and deadly at the same time? Irritation flashed over her eyes as she stared at him for a few moments before simply looking away from him. Damn nuisance! <br><br>Flashing him a sweet smile, she opened the front door and came to a stop. Damn it. Which car to take. Hers or His? She knew that he wouldn't be content with driving two separate cars. And damn it, why was she trying so hard to please him? He was a fucking bodyguard, he would handle whatever the hell she threw at him. She hated that she was being so considerate of his feelings.<br><br>"Well since you feel like following me, why don't we cut the chase and you can drive me." Coming to a stop in front of his rental, she let her eyes scan over it before she raised a shoulder slightly, "I guess I shouldn't bring <em>too</em> much attention to myself. So we should take your crappy car." Her eyes sparkled as she kept her expression serious. If he was going to be making jabs at her, then hell she could make jabs at him.<br><br>Hearing a melodic tune, she reached inside her purse and pulled out her phone. As she looked at the caller ID she winced. Her Father. Damn it, what the hell did he want. Slipping her phone on vibrate, she slipped it back inside her purse and looked at him, her expression amused. "Are you going to tell me your name or should I just call you 'Mr. Bodyguard'? Cause honestly...it's a bit of a mouthful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 20:06:02</strong>
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				"Well, no surprise there." Tom said quietly rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. Great, now the image of having his way with her in an alley or some sleazy motel would pop up every now and again. Especially bad since kept forgetting who's daughter this was, not that he cared too much, but why he'd go out of his way to get himself in trouble just to get a little action with <em>her</em> was beyond him. Heck, why was he even thinking about it all the time, even the bible said something about how getting a taste of the forbidden fruit was bad, the freakin' bible.<br><br>Then again, since when did he care what a book said? Women were usually easy, she was a challenge, even if she managed to nonchalantly stare at his crotch, the look he was receiving now told him the exact opposite. It was probably her way of trying to mess with him, Tom was boggled over the fact that it had actually worked.<br><br>Rather than dwelling on things he knew he shouldn't even be thinking about, Tom followed her as she made her way to the front door, nearly walking in to her when she suddenly stopped. It seemed she was pondering over what car to take, why was a complete mystery to him, until she gave some excuse about not wanting to get noticed and how crap 'his' car was. Raising his sunglasses to rest on his forehead, Tom looked sad for a few seconds and wiped away a non-existing tear before returning to his usual calm look and shaking his head lightly to let his sunglasses fall back into place.<br><br>"Yes, I feel like following you, it has nothing to do with the fact that I <em>don't</em> feel like looking for you just so I can drag you back here." He responded slightly annoyed, the comment about the car didn't bother himself, obviously. The fact that she was going to treat him as her chauffeur however did annoy him.. Tom just smirked as he added one to the 'Not-going-to-the-beach' counter in his head. It felt very much like a punishment you'd give to a child, but that wasn't going to stop him from continuing.<br><br>When a melody of a cell phone ringing grabbed his attention away from trying to make another witty remark, the girl just silenced it and put it away. Tom could only thank the fact he left his own cell phone inside, it wasn't hard to guess who that was, and if so her father would be ringing him next. Sure he wouldn't be too happy about him not picking up either, but that were things to deal with later. "My name huh?" he said raising an eyebrow, "Why bother, you're going to 'get rid' of me, remember?" he added with a smirk.<br><br>Though before he'd let her retaliate he continued, "I guess it's only fair since I know yours, and you probably wouldn't shut up about it until I said so." Tom said shrugging lightly, telling her why he would tell her merely because he didn't want her to think he could actually stop being a jerk. He really didn't want to put ideas in that pretty little head of hers. "My name's Tom.. now if we can get this little 'day out' over with that'd be nice." he said, slightly quizzical as to why he did end up giving her his real name, but putting his mind to rest with the fact that he went by so many names nobody would probably believe her if she did mention it to anyone else. <br><br>Fetching the car keys out of his pockets and unlocked the car, he opened the door and slipped into the driver's seat, not really wanting to stay outside there to hear her make whatever comment she was planning, if any. After turning on the engine, the first thing Tom did was turn on the air conditioning, the car had been baking in the sun the entire time that it felt like a sauna inside. Nothing open an open window and a little fast driving wouldn't fix though.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 19:05:34</strong>
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				His blabber was so annoying and Emi considered telling him to shut the hell up, but she had the distinct feeling that he was goading her so that he could nix the outing to the beach. Damn it! He was treating her like a child and she had escaped her New York home with her Father for that exact same reason. Having to deal with him was almost as bad as one of her Father's Japanese Bodyguards. At least with them, they fell over themselves to try and please her. As boring as that was, it was a hell of a lot better than his constant insulting chatter.<br><br>Unfortunately, she couldn't call her Father and complain. If she called him and started complaining, he would insist that she go back to New York to her 'extracurricular activities'. Apparently, Daddy Dearest thought that working on her music was more important. God she was bored with it! Keeping her sunglasses firmly in place she jerked the passenger side door open and got in. The heat suffocated her but she ignored it, deciding that it was better to NOT speak than to get into even more trouble.<br><br>Reaching for her seat belt, she turned and gave him a 'sweet as pie' smile, "Well, Tom, I'd be more than happy to get this 'day out' over with...as soon as you get us the hell out of here and towards the shops near the beach." The moment she mentioned the shops, she got the horrible image of him lurking while she searched for what to buy.<br><br>"Ugh. On second thought...why don't we just hit the beach?" Emi faced the front with an exasperated expression as she realized that she was going to be stuck with him - shopping, dining, partying. Damn it! How was she to do anything? Oh...well, she <em>could.</em><br><br>As she reached into her purse to check how much cash she had on her, Emi wondered how and when she could get away from him without his knowledge. The only way she had been able to go out the other night was simply because he hadn't been there. She knew for a damn fact that now, he wasn't going to be leaving her alone. Unless...well, he had to shower after the beach...<br><br>"What the-" She frowned as she looked at her cash and then inside her purse. She could have sworn she had more than that. Her eyes suddenly snapped to him as she muttered, "You really did take money from my purse, didn't you?" A smirk played along her lips and she couldn't help but add, "What's wrong? Daddy isn't paying you enough?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 01:53:04</strong>
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				As he put the car in reverse and got himself ready to 'shop', or at least, be in the presence of someone shopping, the girl had decided to go straight for the beach itself. Tom raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was aware of the fact that he would've loved to deny her the pleasure of going there. Or perhaps the fact he wasn't wearing 'beach-like' clothes gave that away, nobody would expect a person to just jump in the ocean or bathe in the sun with what he was wearing. Then again, he rarely did meet 'regular' expectations of mankind. <br><br>It was tempted to consider just driving her somewhere else anyway, but if she did saw through his childish scheme, well, then in a way she earned it. Well, that and it was really hot in the car, just too damn hot. "Sure, whatever you say princess." Tom finally responded, what he just said not exactly corresponding with the time it took for him to say it. Glancing over his shoulder to look for any incoming traffic, Tom drove onto the street and mentally envisioned the quickest route he could take. <br><br>"Of course I did, it would've been incredibly rude of me to disobey a lady's order, and you'd be surprised what your father pays me." Tom responded while turning on the radio. It wasn't sure if she'd actually be curious as to how much he made, or even be surprised for that matter, but Tom did like to mention he was getting paid well. There weren't much people he could openly brag with it like this, so taking the chance to do it now was just another way to stroke his ego.<br><br>He didn't consider himself arrogant or full of himself, just proud, even if it was to someone who was probably&nbsp; given more without having to lift a finger. Then again, knowing her father, he wouldn't fund her 'vacation' either. "Let's just say I don't have to look whether or not I have enough money at any given moment." Tom said, trying to figure out whether his last assumption had been true. If she really had a limited amount to spent, this would all be a lot more fun than he anticipated. Giving the plenty disgusting looks he had the pleasure of witnessing, she would probably be disgusting by the notion of him helping her out financially.<br><br>Tom shook his head, realising he was getting ahead of himself. But damn it, it was just so much fun! Instead of letting his mind wander off again, he kept his focus and concentration on the road. Driving just slightly more aggressive than usual, if only to perhaps get her slightly worried or perhaps even impressed. Not that he <em>wanted</em> to impress her. "So tell me, how does it feel like having only the illusion of freedom?" Tom asked, seemingly not to annoy her, mostly because he was far too busy keeping himself distracted by paying attention to the road, rather than trying to find ways to irritate her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 15:54:49</strong>
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				<em>She could murder him,</em> she thought to herself as she looked out the window. She really could. He was...annoying, opinionated, cocky, rude...an asshole...and just...UGH! Emi clenched her fingers around her purse, gripping tight to the straps as she looked out the window. Never in her entire life had she met someone who just made her want to scratch their eyeballs. And what irritated her the most was that she <em>knew</em> he was doing this on purpose! She was almost certain that he wanted her to throw a tantrum or try and sneak off, so he could cart her happy ass back to New York.<br><br>She felt the move of the car and had to admit that - if she hadn't been so pissed off - she would have enjoyed the ride. For the longest time, Emi had wanted to purchase a motorcycle. But of course, her Father nixed that idea. And unfortunately, any major payment; i.e house, car, jewelry -- had to go through him. Oh but Emi was saving up money. A little thousand or so here, a look through Daddy's wallet there. Hell, she was close to getting it.<br><br>"I didn't have the illusion of freedom," Emi said shortly, her eyes fixated out the window. "I <em>have</em> freedom. I can go wherever I want. I just get stuck with puppies following me around." She rolled her eyes and leaned back against the seat, trying her best to relax. She couldn't. Damn it! What was it about him that just annoyed her!? He was different; plain and simple. While she knew how to handle all of the other bodyguards...Tom was a mystery.<br><br>But she would be patient. There had to be a weakness, something she could exploit. All the other ones had it...and eventually, she would figure it out too. Hell, she had to be in the same house and have him following her around for almost two weeks. She'd be dense not to figure out what made him tick. Oh, but the minute she did...She was going to use it like none other.<br><br>Turning her head to look at him, she flashed him an innocent smile as she commented, "I hope you don't mind we're going to be at the beach for almost all day. I have to stop by a shop and get some suntan lotion." She pout cutely as she murmured, "Could you be a wonderful man and put the suntan lotion on me? I would be...oh so grateful." She was mentally checking things off her list. He did not need money. Her body? She could always flaunt it and see how he would react. Though he had seen her naked...and that hadn't gotten her anywhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 22:23:05</strong>
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				"Exactly, the illusion of freedom." Tom said with a smirk, for some reason pleasantly surprised this woman actually thought she was free. If it was him that had a powerful parent such as her father who'd send bodyguards to keep a constant eye on him, there was no way he could be able to hold out. Then again, if that had been the case he'd probably just smack them around until they ran back crying. Despite really not wanting to think anything good about her, in a way he could relate, she just used her own way to scare them off. But this wasn't him, he truly was a free man. Or at least, he considered himself to be.<br><br>"Oh for crying out loud what's with all the old people driving five miles per hour." he mumbled to himself, clearly annoyed and angry at the person driving in front of him. If it hadn't been for the fact that there was a lot of traffic, he would've just drove around the car, but now he was being forced to drive behind it, equally slow. If it hadn't been for the delightful offer Emi had given him just then, his anger probably would've quickly escalated. Rubbing lotion over her body, his imagination truly enjoyed providing a few mental images. Though that's where his excitement stayed, inside of his mind.<br><br>Again she was trying to take advantage of his lust, if it hadn't been for the way she said it, along with that over-the-top friendly smile of hers, he probably even would've went along with it. "Look, I'm a bodyguard, not a rub-lotion-on-my-body guard. Get one of the many men on the beach to do it for you and then take them back to a motel or alley like you said." Tom responded, letting out a sigh. He was probably being far too defensive, since he pretty much used every opportunity she gave him to annoy her. <br><br>Every single time she decided to test out his ability to resist his hormones, it was like she insulted him by suggesting he'd actually fall for it. Though the worst thing was that he wouldn't mind it at all, heck, he made a game out of it to achieve being able to have 'fun' with her. But that was with him in control, not her seducing him. <br><br>Tom shook his head lightly again, starting to feel like a moron for even getting annoyed over it all. He had been expecting exactly this, why was he getting so worked up about it? "But hey, I guess you can't help it, I'm sure every man happily obliges when you throw yourself at their feet." Tom said, trying to use what she said against her. She didn't seem to like it when he called her a slut, or even implied it, so whenever she would act like this, Tom would just have to remind himself to abuse it instead of getting agitated.<br><br>It was a good thing the beach wasn't too far off now, because having to drive with the sun trying to blind you wasn't exactly something he enjoyed. Let alone with a passenger like her, who made concentrating rather difficult. Annoying her appeared to require all of his attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 06:05:04</strong>
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				That was it. The moment he made the comment about her throwing herself at men, her jaw locked and she glared out the window. He made it seem like she was a whore. Asshole! She had not slept with <em>any</em> of the bodyguards. She was not bringing men home all the time. She wasn't sleeping around like a two-cent whore. Damn it! Why did it even matter?! He was a nobody. A pain in the ass bodyguard who had nothing better to do than be a complete and utter prick to her. Well. Regardless of what he was...SHE was done.<br><br>Emi clamped her mouth shut and refused to say anything else to him. Thank God the beach was only a few more minutes away. Once she got to the beach, she was going to slip on her head phones and ignore him. He could kiss her perky little ass. He wasn't the boss of her, he wasn't her Daddy and he sure as hell wasn't going to disrespect her like that when her Father was the one giving him a comfortable way of living.<br><br>The constant assault of thoughts continued to fuel her anger until Emi finally...snapped. The minute the car slowed down at a red light, she jerked her seat belt off and opened the door in one smooth move. Before he could grab her, her ass was outside of the vehicle and she was slamming the door shut. Turning around - ignoring any kind of call he might have made - Emi calmly walked down the sidewalk and entered one of the shops near the beach. She needed to pick up a few things, and luckily...if the Gods were in favor, there would be a back way out of the shop.<br><br>Sadly, being away from him still wasn't helping her mood. She was pissed off, she was irritated and she didn't know who she was more mad at: him or herself. There was no need for his words to grate on her nerves so much. She didn't know if it was because she was so used to men being polite and sweet to her or what, but Tom was NOT someone she wanted to spend her vacation with.<br><br>Deciding that it was better to go to another shop instead of sticking around for Tom to find her in this one, Emi looked around and...Yes! There was a back way. Flashing the clerk a smile, she went through the back and followed the board walk to another shop further down and closer to the beach. She entered the small little shack and quickly purchased suntan lotion, a towel, flip flops and a beach bag.<br><br>Exiting the shack, she reached down and undid her shoes before slipping them off and dropping them in the beach bag. Taking the steps down to the beach, Emi felt a smile of pleasure cross her lips. It was a small victory - especially because she knew he would find her - but for the time being...Emi was happy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 22:42:14</strong>
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				While Tom's eyes were glued to the road, the silence said it all. In fact, it was partially the fault as to why his eyes were glued to the road ahead. He had a funny feeling if he'd turn his head to the side to look at her, that her fist would be flying towards him. Not that he couldn't handle a punch of <em>her</em>, but whilst driving that wouldn't be too good and he held her capable of ignoring that little detail. Well, people in general could be unpredictable when angered, but that was exactly why he liked doing it so much. Aside from the silence, nothing much was going on.<br><br>At least until the first red light appeared and the car slowed down, apparently the perfect parking spot considering Emi opened the door and vanished before he could even turn his head properly. "Oh boy, here we go." Tom said rolling his eyes, knowing there wasn't much he could do right now. Even if he could, he wasn't going to chase her good looking behind like some sort of caretaker. No, he'd park the car and then just figure out where on the beach she was most likely to end up. If all else failed, there was always one of his many contacts to help him. She did take her cell phone with her, and her father did give her number to him. So all that had to be done was trace down where the cell phone was thanks to the thing's urge to constantly contact the closest phone mast. Or something like that, Tom never did quite pay attention to technical blabber like that, as long as it worked.<br><br>All this guy asked was a bit of money or his help concerning some 'annoying' people, a bargain really. Still, it would be the very last option, he had to challenge himself and see if he could still work it out by himself. One thing was she was stubborn, so was he, so it would it a lot easier to get to the right mindset. With some luck thinking she wasn't a moron was a right choice as well, meaning she'd know he'd find him no matter where she would hide. So that meant she probably wouldn't go out of her way to try and take an enormous detour to get to the beach. A lot of assumptions, of course, but somehow Tom was confident he was right.<br><br>Parking the car however proved to be a nightmare, or it was going to be if that man didn't leave just when he did, leaving a perfect gap for him to park his car. It wasn't until he left the car, locking it as soon as he threw the door shut, that his mood changed for the better. Being trapped in a sauna for the entire ride made anything else look good though, but the soft breeze provided by the sea was pleasing to say the least. Rather than wasting more time standing in the middle of the road like an idiot, Tom chose to enter the nearest shop to buy a towel instead.<br><br>Fortunately he had enough cash on him thanks to his splendid idea to actually take some from Emi, so he was back outside in no time. As if on a luck spree, as soon as he finished pulling off his shirt, wrapping it around his waist and threw his new towel over his shoulder, he spotted Emi in the corner of his eye. Fair enough, this wasn't where he had been planning to look for her here, but she didn't need to know that.<br><br>As Tom started jogging towards her, he spotted a smile on her face. As soon as he reached the sand however, he came to a full stop. "Close one.." He mumbled to himself with a sigh and looked down at his shoes. Getting rid of his shoes and shoving his socks in there as deep as he could, carrying them with his fingers, Tom continued jogging his way towards Emi while the skin of his feet were slowly getting scorched by the hot sand. Each time one of his feet landed, a soft 'fuck' would escape his lips. It was a small detail he hadn't thought about, but the joy of making that woman realise he was back to annoy her would make all of it better.<br><br>"Hey, I guess that wasn't much of a short cut that you took huh?!" Tom yelled out to her as soon as he figured he was close enough, pretending to be completely relaxed and not bothered about her having done what she did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 16:13:02</strong>
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				The breeze and the feel of the beach just lifted Emi's spirits considerably. As she tried to find a spot between the scattered families and group of friends all along the beach, she moved lazily in no hurry. There was no point in trying to hide from him, she knew that he would find her. The question was: How was she going to react to him finding her? There seemed to be a unspoken bet going between them on who could annoy the other person faster. And unfortunately, Tom was winning. Which...was not good for Emi at all.<br><br>Just as she stopped and set her purse down, she heard him. Inwardly, she cringed but outwardly she showed no kind of emotion. Her mind was trying to process how he had found her so quickly...but it was hopeless. All she had to do was make it so he didn't know she was annoyed. If she could do that, then she would be successful. At least in her eyes. "It wasn't meant to be a short cut," She replied back, uncaring if he could hear her or not. Once she set her purse down, Emi slipped off her shoes and rolled out her towel. She prepared her spot quite happily, uncaring that he would be spending his time with her.<br><br>Reaching for the wrap around, Emi slowly took it off. But as she did, she scanned the small group of people around them, spotting that one guy. And almost immediately, she found him. He was with a group of his friends and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. With a sweet smile, Emi leaned down and picked up her suntan lotion. Reaching up to brush her hair along one shoulder, she raised up the bottle and looked at him,&nbsp; taking a step towards him. And just as she expected, he stood up and went to her.<br><br>"Hey," She let out a short laugh and looked around, acting as if she was embarrassed, "I apparently came to the beach with no suntan lotion on me. Could you...help me out, please?" When the guy's eyes flashed behind her to Tom, she shook her head, "Oh don't worry. He's my Dad's friend. Nothing to me."<br><br>Handing him the bottle, she turned around and lowered her head a bit so that he could cover her back with the lotion. Her eyes were behind her sunglasses, but she kept an eye on Tom. Just because he was around did not mean that she was going to stop enjoying herself. After all, she was a whore in his eyes. What did he care? But as she thought that, Emi couldn't help the slight feeling of insult. She was not a slut. A tease, yes. But not a whore. And damn him, he made her feel almost....insecure about it!<br><br>When she felt the guy finish on her back, Emi turned and took the bottle, giving him a wide smile. "Thank you so much." Raising her sunglasses up on her head, she shook his hand, flirting a bit. "I'm Emi. Hope to see you around." Once he had moved back to his group of friends - who had all been watching - Emi, finished putting the lotion on her body before casually dropping down on her knees in front of the towel and laying down to catch some rays.<br><br>As far as she was concerned...Tom didn't exist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 20:53:21</strong>
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				The painful feeling of the extremely hot sand roasting his feet was eased by the fact that Emi was still clearly annoyed with his presence. Well, she did a really good job at hiding this fact, but Tom could tell. Well, unless she was able to shift her mood very easily of course, otherwise the way she had left the car meant she was still upset. There hadn't been that much time in between her leaving and him finding her, due sheer luck, so chances were she was just trying to disguise it. Tom had never had to work with so much assumptions before with someone, usually they were really easy to read, but she proved to be a challenge on that department. So he went with whatever was the most pleasing for him unless she showed otherwise.<br><br>However, compromising for such a silly thing, that Tom had to resort to things like that felt pretty ridiculous to him, especially if it was because of a girl like her. Then again, it was interesting enough, almost a fascinating experience. So who else would be perfect for such a thing that the daughter of his boss? If anyone should provide a mystery, it made sense that it would be her. If she somehow would end up annoying the hell out of him, well, after this week he wouldn't have to bother with her again. Not that it would ever come that far.<br><br>Letting a sigh escape his lips, Tom watched as a guy got called over seeming not very interested or even bothered for that matter. The only thing that bothered him was that he was thinking about it all so much, it should come naturally. A smirk grew on his lips as soon as he got referred to as her father's 'friend'. Saying something like that, that was just asking for it. For one he hoped she could see the self-satisfied smirk on his face, he wasn't going to say anything. The look on his face should be saying enough. <em>'I didn't expect any less'</em>, that and having his eyes glued on the guy, not looking away for a split second would be killing two birds with one stone.<br><br>Sure it'd have little effect now, but the guy looked like a tool, it'd start becoming uncomfortable as soon as he thought about it too much. Rather than putting in all the work himself, Tom loved to let the human mind do all the work for him. 'My dad's friend', what a terrible thing to say to a guy, soon he'd start wondering why her father send a friend with her in the first place. Once the guy starting walking back to his group of friends, Tom let his eyes scan the rest of the beach, trying his best to find some other attractive women nearby. Sadly, even though he hated to admit it, there was nothing that caught his eye compared to Emi. Which might end up being a problem, with the lotion on her skin just accentuating her body that much more.<br><br>"You know, I'm impressed.." Tom finally said something, the tone of his voice already betrayed he was up to no good, "At first I figured you'd invite the whole group over, plus you forgot to give him the address to that sleazy motel." he continued, actually sounding like he was just joking around rather than just out to get a rise out of her. Tom blamed it on the sun, it was far too warm. Taking the towel from his shoulder and tossing it on the ground next to her, but still at a considerable distance, he let himself drop down on it. While never being one to sit still all day, it wouldn't hurt just sitting on his behind for a while.<br><br>Despite not having lotion with him, Tom was convinced he wouldn't get sunburned. "So, this is what you were getting so excited about?" he mumbled, not actually aimed at her, but a few seconds after deciding he could possibly enjoy just sitting and relaxing, it already started getting annoying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 03:52:45</strong>
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				Joking or not, Emi was not going to respond to his comment about the sleazy motel. He really did have the worse impression of her. But then again...why did she care? He didn't know her. He didn't know a damn thing about her so he could think whatever the hell he wanted of her. Shifting, she slipped her hands down on her sides to make sure every inch of her got an even tan. It would be completely pointless if she wasted this time tanning and came out half-baked. A complete waste of time...and annoying. Because she would certainly blame it on Tom.<br><br>"Yes," She finally answered him, her eyes closed. Did he not understand that it was all she wanted? Time ALONE. Time where she could go out and be her own person and not worry about her Father or his little pack following her everywhere. "To you it might seem like a boring day at the beach, but for me this is relaxing. So please...shut up. If you get that bored, there's a couple of food stands around the pier. Go stuff yourself." Wishful thinking on her part, she knew that. But hey...a girl could dream!<br><br>Trying her best to ignore his presence, Emi turned her head and sighed quietly. She wished he were like the other Bodyguards who got scared when she teased and flirted with them. It would just be so much easier to make him go away. But she wasn't about to be called a whore again. Especially from someone who she <em>did</em> find pretty attractive. It just sucked that he worked for her Father. There was just something about men who allowed to be pushed around that irritated the hell out of her. In the end, Tom was no different than the other Japanese American bodyguards employed by her Family.<br><br>After fifteen minutes were done, Emi rolled over on her back, shifting and making sure she was on the towel and did not get a lot of sand on her body. She could hear the families and friends all around her, laughing and joking. If it had been up to her, she would have gone to a more secluded beach, but there hadn't been time. Hell, she also wanted to leave earlier but Mr. Bodyguard had to beautify himself. Murmuring softly, she turned her head until she looked at him, "Are you still bored?"<br><br>Her lips curved into a lazy smile as she commented, "You could go for a swim, you know. Maybe the ocean will make you less grouchy and a bit more pleasant for company." Raising her sunglasses from her face, she looked at him, her eyes flashing. "This can be a sort of vacation for you too. Who knows, if you get laid this week, maybe you won't be such an asshole all the time?" Flashing him a cheeky grin, she slipped her sunglasses back on and turned her head away, once more ending the conversation with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Controlling Temptation {Le RandomBloke &amp; GrapeTootsiePop}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 14:53:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~*~*~*~ Game On Hold ~*~*~*~ </strong></div>
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