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xp_logsBobbi gets Warren ready for the big business meeting they'd been prepping for the whole time in Japan.
Warren vaguely looked at the portfolio Bobbi had prepared for him as he shrugged off his business jacket for a dinner one. "It's sushi, Bobbi," he said, almost rolling his eyes. "Why do I need to know anything about it before dinner? Don't add wasabi to the soy sauce, only dip the rice, don't rub the chopsticks together, blah blah blah. You've been a pretty good assistant, but this is weird." "It's not so much the dinner itself as how it's served," she said, holding up the dinner jacket for Warren to slide his arms into. "It's, uh," Bobbi continued, searching for words. "Interesting would be a word for it, I suppose?"
"Uh huh," he responded, not really paying attention. His mind was focused on the work he had to do over dinner, the pitch he planned on making and the paperwork he had...oh shit. "Bobbi! The revisions were made right? You got the contract off in time? One wrong zero is the difference between bathing in Dom Perignon and bathing in kool-aid."
"Yeah, no, I did, I'm positive," Bobbi replied, tugging on the back of Warren's jacket to make sure it fit just so. "But, uh, funny you should mention bathing, because the sushi, it's..." Words were failing to come to her on how to best explain this, so she figured she should just come out and say it. "Naked."
Wait what? Warren batted her hands away. "Naked?? So why am I getting dressed then? And how are you okay with nudist dinner? I mean, I've always wanted to see you au naturel, but I didn't know you were into that. " he grinned. "I am so glad you came to Japan with me."
"No no no, not you, and not me. You wish," she said, rolling her eyes but with just a ghost of a smile at the corner of her lips. "It's... it's the sushi. Or what - sorry, who - you're eating it off of, to be exact." Bobbi raised her hands in anticipation of Warren's reaction, because surely he wasn't into that kind of thing. "I know, I had no idea, I swear."
"Nyotaimori?" His grin deepened, a smirk in his eyes adding to the delight on his face. "Well. I didn't know they thought that highly of me. And why are you apologizing? I'm only disappointed that you won't be there...unless you'd like to. You know you're not just my assistant here? You're arm candy too."
"Wait, you've done this before?" She'd never even heard of it but then again she probably shouldn't be too surprised, Bobbi realized. "Hah, does that mean you'd like to eat candy off of me or something?" She didn't really get it.
As usual, Warren had no idea if Bobbi was flirting or not. The woman confused him every time they talked. It was starting to bother him more and more, these feelings he was having. "Do you want me to eat candy off of you?"
"That would probably be really messy and not actually that hot at all," she mused before shaking her head. "Do you really want me to be there?" Bobbi returned to his actual question, even if she did so by asking him another in return.
"Of course," he responded, "but that probably wouldn't be very appropriate. Business and all." He reached out and lightly brushed Bobbi's hair out of her face. "How about you find us somewhere ridiculously expensive and after I close this deal tomorrow, we go and celebrate? We can do anything you want."
"Mmm," she hummed in agreement, finding herself unable to form more words than that at his touch. Bobbi didn't pull away but wasn't quite sure what to do either.
After a few more beats of silence she returned to her senses. "Yes, no, that sounds nice. Not that I'd pick anything ridiculously expensive but going out would be nice." She glossed over the do anything you want part for now but she certainly hadn't missed that part.
Was she leaning into the touch? Warren wasn't sure. He pulled his hand away, and reached down to button his jacket. Almost dressed. "Didn't we agree that I make the average American's wage while I sneeze? Be free with my money. Let's set the tabloids talking."
Reluctantly turning away from her, he admired himself in the mirror. "I'd give me millions of dollars. Think they will?". They being the robotics firm he was trying to acquire.
"Of course they will, you're Warren Worthington. You always get what you want, right?" She grinned and tugged on the shoulders of his jacket from behind, glancing over his shoulder at his reflection in the mirror for just a second or two. "Now go knock 'em dead and I'll see you when you get back."
"How about a kiss for good luck?"
"As if you need it," she replied with a chuckle, not clarifying which she meant. Still, Bobbi hesitated for a second then leaned in and planted a small kiss on his tie. "There, for good business luck, yeah?" She gave him a lopsided smile then waved him along. "Go on, don't make them wait. I'll be here after."
After the meeting goes well they celebrate, which goes a little farther than either of them anticipated.
It was almost excruciating to stay calm, cool and collected while the final matters were discussed. Warren played his role perfectly, as befitting a businessman of his stature, and although he was ruthless in his negotiations, he was respectful and honest.
After a week of painstaking deliberations and countless meetings, he was walking away from this networking summit with a newly acquired robotics firm and another mess of zeros added to his net worth.
Because of this, he was barely through the hotel room door before he grabbed Bobbi by the waist and twirled her with an almost childish glee. "Bobbi, my darling, we did it! If it wasn't for your ridiculously innocent good looks, those old fogeys wouldn't have trusted me at all. I almost feel bad that I'm barely paying you."
"Yeah, taking me all the way here and paying for my luxurious accommodations is pretty crappy of you. I think I'll have to demand to speak to your supervisor," she deadpanned, grinning as he spun her.
She came to a stop, steadying herself by placing one hand on his shoulder and looked up at him. "So this may seem like a foolish question, but it went well, I take it?"
"You know it, baby," he cooed, placing a kiss on the top of her head. Pulling away, Warren tossed his keys and briefcase to a corner of the room and he flopped backwards onto the bed, allowing himself to sink into the plush mattress. "Shuya Robotics is now a part of the WI empire. It won't be long until I take over the world. I'll have a role for you too, don't worry about that."
Resting up on his elbows, he gave her a rare, unguarded smile. "Did you think of what you wanted to do tonight?"
"I was thinking of somewhere nice for supper to start, to celebrate the victorious business warrior, though before that, sit up, you're going to wrinkle your suit." She sat next to him on the bed and playfully smacked at him to get him to sit up. Bobbi was mostly kidding but she was with him when he picked it out and knew how much it cost. Not that he couldn't afford to replace it many, many times over but still.
She reached over to smooth the shoulders of his jacket down, then looked at his tie. "I swear, I can dress you up but I can't take you anywhere..." Bobbi moved both hands onto his tie, which had become loose. She carefully gripped the base of it with one hand and lightly pulled it up to Warren's neck with the other, her eyes moving up as she did so until she locked eyes with him.
She chewed her lip for just a half second before leaning in and kissing him, quickly before her mind could interfere and question just what she was doing.
Although completely unexpected, at the same time it was more than a welcome thing. "Well," Warren said when the kiss ended. "That was a pleasant surprise. Is this part of the dinner celebration? Because if not, " he tugged lightly at her shirt, "we are wearing entirely too many clothes."
"I think dinner can wait for a while," Bobbi replied, slowly starting to pull her shirt off once Warren let go of it. "I mean, they have room service here right? Unless you'd rather go out to eat, that is..." She paused for an answer with her shirt partly off, smirk hidden behind the fabric of her clothing.
If there was one thing Warren loved more than anything, it was a confident woman completely in control.
And tits. God, did he love tits. Leaning back, he gave her an enticing smile. "I could say something crass to that, but instead, " he paused and motioned her to him, "I'd rather enjoy this view. Do you take requests? I have a lap that's woefully empty right now."
"I think I can help you with that," Bobbi said, moving to sit on Warren's lap. She say back on to him, shirt still on, but she reached back and took his hands, putting hers over them and guiding them to either side of the bottom of her shirt. Bobbi trusted he'd know what to do from there on out.
Warren vaguely looked at the portfolio Bobbi had prepared for him as he shrugged off his business jacket for a dinner one. "It's sushi, Bobbi," he said, almost rolling his eyes. "Why do I need to know anything about it before dinner? Don't add wasabi to the soy sauce, only dip the rice, don't rub the chopsticks together, blah blah blah. You've been a pretty good assistant, but this is weird." "It's not so much the dinner itself as how it's served," she said, holding up the dinner jacket for Warren to slide his arms into. "It's, uh," Bobbi continued, searching for words. "Interesting would be a word for it, I suppose?"
"Uh huh," he responded, not really paying attention. His mind was focused on the work he had to do over dinner, the pitch he planned on making and the paperwork he had...oh shit. "Bobbi! The revisions were made right? You got the contract off in time? One wrong zero is the difference between bathing in Dom Perignon and bathing in kool-aid."
"Yeah, no, I did, I'm positive," Bobbi replied, tugging on the back of Warren's jacket to make sure it fit just so. "But, uh, funny you should mention bathing, because the sushi, it's..." Words were failing to come to her on how to best explain this, so she figured she should just come out and say it. "Naked."
Wait what? Warren batted her hands away. "Naked?? So why am I getting dressed then? And how are you okay with nudist dinner? I mean, I've always wanted to see you au naturel, but I didn't know you were into that. " he grinned. "I am so glad you came to Japan with me."
"No no no, not you, and not me. You wish," she said, rolling her eyes but with just a ghost of a smile at the corner of her lips. "It's... it's the sushi. Or what - sorry, who - you're eating it off of, to be exact." Bobbi raised her hands in anticipation of Warren's reaction, because surely he wasn't into that kind of thing. "I know, I had no idea, I swear."
"Nyotaimori?" His grin deepened, a smirk in his eyes adding to the delight on his face. "Well. I didn't know they thought that highly of me. And why are you apologizing? I'm only disappointed that you won't be there...unless you'd like to. You know you're not just my assistant here? You're arm candy too."
"Wait, you've done this before?" She'd never even heard of it but then again she probably shouldn't be too surprised, Bobbi realized. "Hah, does that mean you'd like to eat candy off of me or something?" She didn't really get it.
As usual, Warren had no idea if Bobbi was flirting or not. The woman confused him every time they talked. It was starting to bother him more and more, these feelings he was having. "Do you want me to eat candy off of you?"
"That would probably be really messy and not actually that hot at all," she mused before shaking her head. "Do you really want me to be there?" Bobbi returned to his actual question, even if she did so by asking him another in return.
"Of course," he responded, "but that probably wouldn't be very appropriate. Business and all." He reached out and lightly brushed Bobbi's hair out of her face. "How about you find us somewhere ridiculously expensive and after I close this deal tomorrow, we go and celebrate? We can do anything you want."
"Mmm," she hummed in agreement, finding herself unable to form more words than that at his touch. Bobbi didn't pull away but wasn't quite sure what to do either.
After a few more beats of silence she returned to her senses. "Yes, no, that sounds nice. Not that I'd pick anything ridiculously expensive but going out would be nice." She glossed over the do anything you want part for now but she certainly hadn't missed that part.
Was she leaning into the touch? Warren wasn't sure. He pulled his hand away, and reached down to button his jacket. Almost dressed. "Didn't we agree that I make the average American's wage while I sneeze? Be free with my money. Let's set the tabloids talking."
Reluctantly turning away from her, he admired himself in the mirror. "I'd give me millions of dollars. Think they will?". They being the robotics firm he was trying to acquire.
"Of course they will, you're Warren Worthington. You always get what you want, right?" She grinned and tugged on the shoulders of his jacket from behind, glancing over his shoulder at his reflection in the mirror for just a second or two. "Now go knock 'em dead and I'll see you when you get back."
"How about a kiss for good luck?"
"As if you need it," she replied with a chuckle, not clarifying which she meant. Still, Bobbi hesitated for a second then leaned in and planted a small kiss on his tie. "There, for good business luck, yeah?" She gave him a lopsided smile then waved him along. "Go on, don't make them wait. I'll be here after."
After the meeting goes well they celebrate, which goes a little farther than either of them anticipated.
It was almost excruciating to stay calm, cool and collected while the final matters were discussed. Warren played his role perfectly, as befitting a businessman of his stature, and although he was ruthless in his negotiations, he was respectful and honest.
After a week of painstaking deliberations and countless meetings, he was walking away from this networking summit with a newly acquired robotics firm and another mess of zeros added to his net worth.
Because of this, he was barely through the hotel room door before he grabbed Bobbi by the waist and twirled her with an almost childish glee. "Bobbi, my darling, we did it! If it wasn't for your ridiculously innocent good looks, those old fogeys wouldn't have trusted me at all. I almost feel bad that I'm barely paying you."
"Yeah, taking me all the way here and paying for my luxurious accommodations is pretty crappy of you. I think I'll have to demand to speak to your supervisor," she deadpanned, grinning as he spun her.
She came to a stop, steadying herself by placing one hand on his shoulder and looked up at him. "So this may seem like a foolish question, but it went well, I take it?"
"You know it, baby," he cooed, placing a kiss on the top of her head. Pulling away, Warren tossed his keys and briefcase to a corner of the room and he flopped backwards onto the bed, allowing himself to sink into the plush mattress. "Shuya Robotics is now a part of the WI empire. It won't be long until I take over the world. I'll have a role for you too, don't worry about that."
Resting up on his elbows, he gave her a rare, unguarded smile. "Did you think of what you wanted to do tonight?"
"I was thinking of somewhere nice for supper to start, to celebrate the victorious business warrior, though before that, sit up, you're going to wrinkle your suit." She sat next to him on the bed and playfully smacked at him to get him to sit up. Bobbi was mostly kidding but she was with him when he picked it out and knew how much it cost. Not that he couldn't afford to replace it many, many times over but still.
She reached over to smooth the shoulders of his jacket down, then looked at his tie. "I swear, I can dress you up but I can't take you anywhere..." Bobbi moved both hands onto his tie, which had become loose. She carefully gripped the base of it with one hand and lightly pulled it up to Warren's neck with the other, her eyes moving up as she did so until she locked eyes with him.
She chewed her lip for just a half second before leaning in and kissing him, quickly before her mind could interfere and question just what she was doing.
Although completely unexpected, at the same time it was more than a welcome thing. "Well," Warren said when the kiss ended. "That was a pleasant surprise. Is this part of the dinner celebration? Because if not, " he tugged lightly at her shirt, "we are wearing entirely too many clothes."
"I think dinner can wait for a while," Bobbi replied, slowly starting to pull her shirt off once Warren let go of it. "I mean, they have room service here right? Unless you'd rather go out to eat, that is..." She paused for an answer with her shirt partly off, smirk hidden behind the fabric of her clothing.
If there was one thing Warren loved more than anything, it was a confident woman completely in control.
And tits. God, did he love tits. Leaning back, he gave her an enticing smile. "I could say something crass to that, but instead, " he paused and motioned her to him, "I'd rather enjoy this view. Do you take requests? I have a lap that's woefully empty right now."
"I think I can help you with that," Bobbi said, moving to sit on Warren's lap. She say back on to him, shirt still on, but she reached back and took his hands, putting hers over them and guiding them to either side of the bottom of her shirt. Bobbi trusted he'd know what to do from there on out.
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