How To Seduce Your P.A. 101 (NC-17) Part One

[melodrama]

Title: How to Seduce Your P.A. 101
Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Lemon

Pairings: 1xR

Disclaimer: I think it pretty much goes without saying, that I do not own Gundam Wing. I am making absolutely no financial earnings from this drivel… I mean fic.

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It was shaping up to be a very unusual day. Relena stretched her legs under her desk, her calf muscles twinging. Ruefully, she admitted to herself that she had perhaps overdone it a little with this mornings run. But at the time she had simply needed to 'work off' a little more energy than normal. She was unsure if it had been due to the prospect of turning another year older, or disappointment that there had been no sign of the attractive stranger that she always had the pleasure of admiring in the park every morning. Maybe it was a combination of the two.

Reaching across to pluck at the bursting bouquet of flowers that had been waiting for her on her desk this morning, she sighed wistfully. They were beautiful; it was only that she wished they had been a gift from some significant other, rather than her brother.

Surreptitiously, Relena glanced out her office door, hoping to catch a glimpse of her Personal Assistant. Well, Temporary Personal Assistant anyway. To say that she had been surprised to find the dark haired, quiet man in the place of her irreplaceable assistant and friend Chris was an understatement. He didn't even really look like the stereotypical Personal Assistant. Instead he looked like he had just stepped from the pages of some men’s fashion catalogue. For a fleeting moment she almost wished he was a surprise Birthday present, but she doubted she could be so lucky.

He had introduced himself with a low tone that sent shivers down her spine, and when she shook his hand she was sure he had held a little longer than was considered necessary. But then, that was probably wishful thinking. Unfortunately, due to current distractions, Relena was getting absolutely nothing done. She glared at the stack of unread and unsigned files in her In Tray, which had decreased little over the past two hours. Instead, she had found herself daydreaming and doodling little hearts, stars and clouds on her memo pad. It was not like her at all.

To make matters worse, she only had a couple of hours left until a lunch date with her friends, and she had promised herself that she would have completed her days workload so she wouldn’t have to return for the rest of the day. It had been so long since she had played hooky, and Dammit, she owed it to herself. The past few months of trying to finalise the Chang account had taken over every last shred of personal time she had. She needed a time out.

Oh yeah… and a life. A life would be nice.

Deep in thought, Relena jumped at the unexpected buzz of her intercom. She had asked him to hold all calls unless it was absolutely urgent, and her heart sank at the prospect of having to deliberate over yet another minute ‘discrepancy’ in the contract with the perfectionist that was Wufei Chang.

“Yes?”

The soft growl of his voice literally gave her goose bumps, and it took her a moment to register what he was actually saying.

“I’m sorry, Ms Peacecraft, but there is a Ms Catalonia and a Ms Schbeiker here to see you…”

“Oh! Yes!” Relena exclaimed, suddenly grateful for the interruption. “Please show them in.”

Glancing down at the defaced memo pad before her, she quickly stowed it and its multitude of doodling, under the large stack of files just as her two friends entered the room. Hastily shoving the pens she been constructing haphazard Tee pees with earlier, back into a draw, Relena folded her hands together and attempted to look inconspicuous.

Judging by the smirk on Dorothy’s face, the effort was a complete failure.

The slender blonde glided into the room with the self-possession that Relena had come to expect from her childhood friend. Her figure hugging little black dress left little to the imagination, and would have perhaps been better suited to an after five cocktail bar. But Dorothy wore it with a sense of flair that embodied her character. Confident, sophisticated and unapologetic. Relena resisted the impulse to wince at the impossibly stylish Italian heels that Dorothy balanced so easily on. There was no possible way she could imagine wearing something similar. She’d be sitting on her rear in no time at all.

Trailing behind, her faded blue jeans and casual cotton blouse far removed from the style displayed by her companion, Hilde smiled broadly before moving across to throw her arms unceremoniously around Relena’s neck.

“Happy Birthday Rel! I know. We’re still meeting for lunch. We just couldn’t resist coming up to see how you were coping with getting another year older. I hear it’s all down hill from here.”

Relena smiled faintly and returned her friends embrace, before blushing deeply at the realisation that Heero had followed them in and was now staring at her with an odd expression on his previously impassive face. He glanced quickly at the large bouquet on her desk, blinking rapidly.

Suddenly appearing to remember himself, he thrust out the file he had clutched in his hand. Unfortunately, his grip failed and the mornings mail tumbled into a disorganised disarray on the floor. Relena watched in surprise while he stooped down and jammed the papers back into the folder. Once he had passed the folder back to her, he turned quickly on his heel and made for the door.

What the..? It was probably Dorothy’s legs. They seemed to have that effect on men. Never failed to turn them into jibbering idiots. Relena sighed inwardly. It wasn’t fair.

“Hmmm… new personal assistant, Relena?”

Dorothy cast an appreciative glance at the man’s retreating rear, as she took a seat opposite her friends’ desk. Relena glanced up from the paperwork she was pretending to browse though in time to see him pull the office door shut behind him. She gave what she hoped passed for a nonchalant shrug.

“He’s only a temp. Chris is off sick today.”

Hilde grinned, winking at Dorothy, “Poor Chris. So… since when did personal assistants get so hot?”

“Ah, these are the days of equal opportunity and equal rights, Hilde dear. It’s not just the men that get to hire eye candy,” Dorothy laughed, a wicked gleam in her eye. “You know, I’m disappointed Relena, you haven’t even offered us refreshments.”

Relena arched an eyebrow at her friend, and reached across to depress the intercom switch.

“Heero, could you please bring a pot of coffee.” She waited for his dutiful reply, before turning her attention back to her two best friends. “Happy now? You really are terrible, Dorothy.”

Dorothy simply grinned back at her, her pale blue eyes glinting mischievously. Waiting until Relena had returned to her seat, she replied,

“Really, Relena, you’re allowing a perfect opportunity to pass you by. You know, if you don’t snap him up, I may be forced to step in. There’s such a shortage of eligible men in this town as it is, and you’re not getting any younger…”

“She’s only 28, Dorothy! You make her sound like an aging spinster!” Hilde jumped to Relena’s defence, although there was no disguising the amusement in her voice. “Anyway, I thought you were busy wrapping a certain blonde business magnate around your little finger?”

Dorothy snorted. “Busy, my foot. He’s not giving me that much trouble. Winner barely knows what hit him. But with the population of women to men in this town lately, a girl can never be too careful. While there’s no risk of failure with that one I assure you, there’s never any harm in keeping an emergency back up…”

There was a short tap on the door, announcing the arrival of their beverages. Heero carried the tea tray unsteadily into the room, the heavy oak door swinging shut behind him. Dorothy paused in her rant on the city’s unfair ratio of single women to eligible men while the three women watched him place the rattling tray on the desk in silence. Was Relena imagining it, or were his hands shaking? A mess of coffee slopped over the side of one of the cups, soaking into the tea towel they rested on. Nope. She hadn’t imagined it. He flushed with embarrassment, stuttering his apologies.

Relena smiled her reassurance, simply thanking him and waving him towards the door. Dorothy smirked, no doubt amused by the seemingly faultless assistants’ clumsiness. Unable to help herself, she didn’t wait for him to leave the room before commenting,

‘Jumpy little thing, isn’t he? Oh well, it’s like they say. All men are like parking spaces… They’re either already taken, disabled, or too small.”

There was a dull thunk, as the edge of the door hit him square in the forehead. All three women gasped loudly, although Dorothy’s gasp was more in laughter than concern. Obviously distracted by her comment, Heero had yanked the door open while continuing to walk forward, effectively walking into the polished panel.

Rubbing his head vigorously, he disappeared through the door before Relena could ask if he was all right. Turning to her laughing friend, she scowled, making her displeasure clear.

“Dorothy! What a dreadful thing to say!”

Dorothy grinned at her, completely unrepentant. Reaching for her coffee cup, Relena continued,

“I’m sure he’s a very good personal assistant. He’s just suffering from first day nerves.” She punctuated herself by taking a healthy swallow of the fresh brew. The coffee had no sooner passed her lips than she wanted to spit it back out.

It was horrible. Setting the mug back down rapidly, she stared at the innocuous ceramic like it was the portent of Lucifer, coughing and wiping at her eyes.

“I think I’ve been poisoned.”

Hilde burst out with a peel of laughter, no longer able to contain her mirth. “That’s one hell of a P.A. you have there, Rel. For your sake, I hope he can at least handle dictation.”

Relena sighed, rubbing her temple. So he couldn’t make coffee. She could make it through the day without coffee. Couldn’t she? Oh hell, who was she kidding? She’d take coffee intravenously if the opportunity arose.

“But it’s okay. You never know… maybe his talents lie in other areas.” Hilde winked at Dorothy, who flipped her hand in a dismissive gesture.

“Who knows, Hilde? It’s not as if Relena would know what to do with him if the opportunity ever actually arose.”

Relena let out an affronted gasp, Dorothy’s barbed criticism having more impact than she could have imagined. Did they really think that? Was she really so prudish in their eyes? It was true that she had been single for some time now, and that she had avoided the social scene more and more of late, but it was a conscious decision. Her career had to take priority right now, it couldn’t be helped and she had simply assumed that her friends realised that…

“Never under estimate a woman who has been exposed to the ultimate temptation, Dorothy dear,” Hilde quipped, the forced cheerfulness in her voice making it clear that she was aware of Relena’s hurt, even if Dorothy was not. “We should really get going, or she’ll never be finished in time for work.”

She stood quickly and waited for Dorothy to follow her. Winking at Relena, she turned towards the door, her parting words tossed casually over her shoulder as she left.

“Be good now, Relly, don’t do anything we wouldn’t, which now that I think of it, leaves your choices fairly open. I want to hear later that your Stud Secretary went above and beyond to earn his wages.”

******

This was not going to plan. Heero collapsed back into his seat, mentally berating himself for making an ass of himself. Again. He fought back the overwhelming urge to bang his head on the desk. At exactly which point had he lost the ability to behave with even a shred of dignity? The others would laugh themselves stupid if they could see him now.

The phone shrilled again, for what seemed to be the thousandth time that morning. Heero glared at the plastic harbinger of aggravation, cursing Alexander Graham Bell and all inventors in general. Letting out a martyred sigh, he snatched the handset from its cradle.

“Peacecraft International, Ms Peacecraft’s office, how can I help you?”

He rolled his eyes, rattling off the normal and tiresome idiom, knowing he was not coming across anywhere near as friendly as he was supposed to. But screw it. He really didn’t care. Hearing the swaggering tone on the other end of the line, his already dark expression turned completely black.

“How’s it going Romeo?”

“Duo,” Heero hissed, glancing back towards her closed office door before hunkering down over his desk, “What the HELL am I doing here!”

The sound of his supposedly ‘Best Friend’s’ chortle of amusement only succeeded in driving another nail in the braided idiots’ coffin. Heero couldn’t remember exactly why this was entirely Duo’s fault, but he was sure the reason would come back to him eventually. Probably when he had finished beating him to a pulp.

“Ah… not going so well yet huh? Geez man, you’re slow. I would have thought you’d have had her whisked off her feet by now. You’re losing your touch.”

Heero growled down the phone, the industrial plastic of the handpiece creaking under the pressure of his clenching fist. The mirth from the opposing end lapsed to silence for a moment before Duo continued.

“Look, Heero. You’re the one that wanted to meet her. Quatre offered to organise dinner but you turned it down. And you, might I add are the one that wanted to meet her without her knowing your background. You wanted to do things the hard way, so here you go. Good luck, buddy. You’re going to need it.”

The line disconnected with a resounding click, leaving Heero to stare moodily at the buzzing receiver. Damn he was going to make him pay. He was going to make all three of the meddling idiots pay. Sighing, he returned the phone to its setting and leaned back in his chair. But who was he kidding? He was well aware that this had been entirely his own doing. He just didn’t want to admit that it may not have been the wisest move.

“Ah, come on Heero, it’s for charity. ‘Save the underprivileged Golfers’ or something like that. It’ll be a laugh.”

Heero grunted in reply, wondering why Duo always insisted on trying to convince him to go to functions that he NEVER attended. He chose to lead a private lifestyle, out of the public eye, and he refused to change simply for the sake of some overcharged, tasteless social gathering. He didn’t care what they were raising money for. He preferred to make his usual financial contribution and leave it at that.

“There’ll be plenty of eligible ladies there. You need to get out and meet people, Heero. The media already have you pegged as some eccentric, reclusive millionaire and you’re only 29!”

Glaring across the room at the well meaning but misguided blonde, Heero ground out his reply.

“Screw the media, Quatre. When have I ever given a damn about them? And as for your ‘eligible ladies’, they’re all nothing but a bunch of grasping, money grubbing cows.”

He grimaced, feeling abashed at the crestfallen expression on his friends face. Softening his tone, he continued.

“You know I never feel comfortable at those things. I don’t like being around un-genuine people. The people that attend those gatherings never see me. They only see my money. You, of all of us, should understand that.”

Quatre nodded silently. He was quiet for a moment before adding,

“But you never know… she might be there.”

Heero went still, any attempt at nonchalance ruined by the tinge of red that travelled quickly up his neck. Duo snickered.

“That would be highly unlikely.” Trowa’s voice rose from the other side of the room, where he had been staring, with some detachment, out the window. “Ms Peacecraft is even less of a social butterfly than Heero. She doesn’t have time for parties. She’s too busy being a super successful business woman.”

‘A super successful business woman who looks great in sweat shorts,’ Heero thought to himself.

His mind wandered momentarily; distracted by memories of her toned thighs and the rhythmic action of her running shoes when she jogged passed him in the park each morning. She always wore her hair in a high ponytail, and it swung in time with her strides. Her movements were perfectly fluid, and she was completely removed from her surroundings, instead absorbed in the music fed to her through her tiny headphones…

“Earth to Heero… Earth to Heero… anyone there?”

Snapping himself out of his stupor, Heero glared at Duo, covering his inattention by taking an amble swallow from his tumbler of bourbon. His friends stared openly at him, a few seconds passing in silence before Trowa continued,

“A word of advice though Heero. If you want to get her attention, don’t bother showering her with flowers, chocolates and presents. She’s not remotely interested in that crap. And she’s completely unimpressed by wealth or status.”

Heero quirked an eyebrow at the tall Director of Sales and Marketing, “Oh? And how would you know?”

Trowa gave a lopsided grin. “I know because I tried. It didn’t work.”

Heero blinked at him, unsure if this was a piece of information he really wanted to know. He did get a morbid satisfaction from the fact that Trowa had been unsuccessful, but it didn’t bode well for his own potential attempt. Somehow it didn’t really surprise him that she was…discerning about who she socialized with.

“What we need…” Quatre’s voice interrupted Heero’s musings “is a plan. A… close friend of mine is quite an intimate associate of Relena’s. I’m sure she would be happy to arrange a blind date…”

Heero was quick to disrupt his friend’s train of thought. “Hell no! Not on your life. No sitting across a table making polite conversation.”

Duo grinned at him, “You’re just worried that you’ll meet her for five minutes and decide she’s not as perfect as you imagined.”

Heero scowled at him, declining to comment. If he was honest, he knew that he was afraid to make ‘contact’ with her. Only, not because she would not live up to expectation. He knew she would. But what would he do if she overlooked him the same way she had others? For a man with infallible self-confidence, it rattled him that he had none when it came to the idea of being rejected by her.

“Then what about a dinner party… you know, plenty of people, a bit of mingling…” the words literally died on Quatre’s lips at the black look he received.

“Well, there is one way you can meet her, without her having to know anything about your background. It’d be the perfect way to see if she likes you just for you…” Trowa’s tone was deceptively mild, although Heero had the sneaking suspicion that his friend was laughing at him, “It’s pretty… daring though. Don’t really know if you’d have the guts to do it…”

“Cut the crap and get to the point, Barton.”

This time Trowa really did laugh at him. “As it so happens, Yuy, an old college buddy of mine’s fianc? is Relena’s Personal Assistant. I’m sure Ralph could talk her into… taking the day off.”

Heero blinked at him. He wasn’t suggesting what he thought? Was he?

“You don’t seriously expect me to pass myself off as a P.A?”

But apparently Trowa did. And the others had gone along with the idea. And the next thing Heero knew, he was agreeing too. At the time the idea even appeared to have merit. After all, it meant spending an entire day with her, getting to know her without the false sincerity of a social gathering. The plan had been to use the opportunity to get close to her, charm her and then before the day was over, ask her to dinner. Pretty straight forward really. Or not.

So he had arrived at the office that morning, dressed for the part in a well-pressed suit and tie. He’d also donned a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, for some reason wanting to disguise himself, even if only a little. Although he doubted that she had ever noticed him, let alone would actually recognise him from the park, he didn’t want to take the risk. The last thing he wanted was to be pegged as a stalker.

He had managed to beat her to work, which he figured set him at an advantage, giving him time to get an idea of the offices’ layout. His desk was set right outside her door, meaning he was directly in her line of vision. It wouldn’t give him much opportunity to watch her unnoticed. A pity.

He realised that he was being scrutinised with quite open curiosity by the rest of the office staff, something he found a little unsettling. Even more unsettling however, or perhaps simply reason for concern, was the enormous bouquet of flowers that arrived for her shortly after the office opened. The flowers were expensive looking, and touted a card wishing her a Happy Birthday. And was signed Love Milliardo.

Quatre had assured him that Relena was single. Heero was going to kill him if he found out that he had gone to this much trouble when he had already missed the boat. Or maybe he could just kill the anonymous Milliardo. The idea had merit.

And then she had arrived, sweeping into the office with an air of poise that practically left Heero overwhelmed. She had appeared perplexed when she first saw him in Chris’s place, her expression quickly becoming concerned at the news of her assistant’s ‘illness’. After assuring her that it was simply ‘one of those 24 hour things’, she had offered her hand in greeting and Heero hoped that she did not notice that his had trembled at her touch.

She looked so different out of the casual running sweats that he saw her in every morning. Her dark grey, pinstriped business jacket and skirt were tailored perfectly to her slender build, giving her a professional edge without detracting from her obvious feminine assets. Heero doubted, however, that this had been a conscious choice on Relena’s behalf. He thought it highly unlikely that the idea of using her sexuality as a lever in negotiations had ever crossed her mind.

Her dark blonde hair, instead of the high ponytail he had come to love, had been exchanged for a more severe French braid, her long locks contained by an inconspicuous clasp. The style left his fingers with an overwhelming itch to whip the clip away and allow her hair to fall loose and free. Unfortunately this thought alone was quick to progress to less chaste thoughts, leaving him devoid of anything intelligent to say. It also left him such a state of distraction that when she had enquired whether he needed her to go over the tasks for the day, he had shook his head dumbly and missed completely the opportunity to speak with her longer. Instead she had smiled gently and retreated into her office and had not come out since.

To make matters worse, he kept being visited by giggling, simpering and flirtatious office staff. Each one would wander over, batting their eyelashes at him and smelling of some sickly sweet perfumed concoction. He had been given the same memo twelve times. And each page had a name and phone number scribbled on it somewhere. How desperate were these women? But then how desperate was he to be in this situation in the first place?

And then her friends had arrived. The blonde looked familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on where he had seen her before. He shrugged mentally; too busy feeling sorry for himself to pay it too much mind. She had certainly graced him with a far too familiar and predatory grin. Even the mention of her name tweaked faintly at his memory. The other woman had smiled warmly at him, her face open and honest.

He was actually glad when Relena called him asking for coffee. It gave him something to do. When he finally found the tearoom (with help from a rather overzealous filing clerk), it did take him a little while to figure out how the percolator worked. And it was only after he had brewed the coffee that he noticed the packet of filters. He had no idea what they were for, but he figured they weren’t important.

Walking into her office had been rather akin to walking into a lioness’s den, with the two women watching his movements with ill concealed interest. Relena, on the other hand merely watched him with polite indifference. Not what he hoped for. He hoped her friends would leave soon, as he was now aware that she was unlikely to return after lunch and he had little time left to make an impression.

Almost exactly on cue, Heero heard the door to her office swing open and his employers ‘guests’ make their exit. He ducked his head and hoped that they would leave without acknowledgment, his pride still tender thanks to the door incident. He was, unfortunately, not to be so lucky.

“Bye bye, office boy.” The blonde, Dorothy’s, voice was playful and not without mockery. “Be sure and look after our friend now, won’t you?”

She blew him a kiss, her stride not faltering as she sashayed past. The brunette simply smiled, nodding briefly and mouthing something behind her friends back.

“Good luck.”

Heero watched their retreating backs with open-mouthed amazement. Could the day get any more bizarre?

******

Relena stood up abruptly, arms crossed and lips pouted. Who did Dorothy think she was talking to! She was a sophisticated, sensual and passionate woman, more than capable of converting any red-blooded male to putty in her hands. With a self-conscious motion, Relena reached across and snatched up the still warm mug of coffee on her desk, stopping only moments before abusing her taste buds again with the vile sludge that was her Personal Assistant’s coffee.

Wrinkling her nose with distaste, she set it back down with a clatter. God, she needed caffeine, and now! Somehow, though, she could not bring herself to ask him for another pot, doubting that the second would be any better than the first. She glanced mournfully at the stack of files that were still piled high in her In Tray, before resolutely grasping her purse and heading out the door.

He looked at her in surprise as she stepped past his desk, only pausing a moment on her path towards the elevator.

“Please take an messages for me, Heero. I’m just ducking downstairs for a little while.”

He nodded mutely in reply, and Relena hurried on her way. To her relief, the elevator doors were just sliding open, and she slipped into the small compartment and leaned back against the polished brass railing. It wasn’t fair. When exactly had she become so… unappealing to men? When was the last time a man had shown interest in her? She remembered briefly the gentle but persistent attention of the Barton Foundations Director of Sales and Marketing. What was his name again? Trevor… Taylor… Trowa! That’s right… Trowa. A nice man by all accounts. Just not… for her. Dorothy had been appalled when Relena had rejected his advances, but she couldn’t help it. There was just something, some spark, missing.

She was relieved that the journey to the reception area was quick; no other passengers were there to slow it down. Stepping out into the foyer, she moved with a purposeful stride and refused to be intercepted by anyone. Her need for caffeine was that desperate. Not for the first time, Relena thanked the heavens for the Starbucks that was located directly across from the buildings main doors.

The queue, thankfully, was relatively short and it was only a matter of moments before her fingers clasped a fresh Mocha Frappachino. She sipped blissfully at the sweet, cool blend, her anxiety already easing a little. Spotting a vacant table in the corner of the caf?, she decided to pause a moment and reflect on the previous conversation with her friends.

Strangely enough, it was something Hilde had said that was troubling her the most. ‘I want to hear later that your Stud Secretary went above and beyond to earn his wages.’ She rolled the sentence over and over again in her head. ‘I want to hear later that your Stud Secretary went above and beyond to earn his wages.’ What was that supposed to mean? And what was the reasoning for the impromptu visit anyway? They were up to something. Definitely up to something.

It was a strange day all together really. Her thoughts automatically swung back to her mysterious PA. Something didn’t sit true there either. For a start, Relena could count on one hand the number of days Chris had been sick in the three years she had worked for her. And she always called to let her know. Taking a day sick, with no word, and then organising a temp… Frowning, Relena reached to snatch her mobile phone from her purse. Scrolling through her phonebook, she found the number of the Personnel office and waited impatiently as she was put on hold and then transferred to the relevant office.

“Yes,” she spoke clearly to the confused aide, “That’s right… Yuy, Heero Yuy. You’re quite sure you’ve never heard of him? Okay… alright… yes… yes… thank you for your help.”

Relena stared at her phone for a moment before tossing it back into her purse. She really wanted to call either of her scheming friends and find out what was going on. They had to be wrapped up in this somehow. Hilde, she couldn’t be sure… but Dorothy? Oh ho… Dorothy was more than capable of pulling some outrageous scam in order to embarrass her. Especially on her birthday.

About to take another sip of her drink, her hand stopped suddenly on it’s way to her mouth. Earlier that year, Dorothy had organised a male stripper to masquerade as one of Sally’s patients at the clinic… thinking it would be highly entertaining to surprise their friend with an ad hoc exotic dance to celebrate her 30th birthday. Sally had been mortified… for about the first five minutes. Afterwards she sent the stripper home with a healthy tip, and sent Dorothy a bottle of Semillon white wine.

Relena swallowed deeply. She couldn’t have… wouldn’t have… would she?

‘I want to hear later that your Stud Secretary went above and beyond to earn his wages.’
Stumbling quickly to her feet, Relena dashed back towards the office, her beverage still clasped firmly in her hand. Fine, she thought to herself, okay. But two can play at this game, girls. And she had every intention of turning this amusement on its ear.

******

[Wingnut]

NANI?! Where did the rest of the fic go? It just stops out of nowhere. What the heck is going on here?

[Morrighan]

Oops... Dang, that just cuts off in a very bad spot... Thank goodness I'm a part of the Love_Reflection ML... I've already read all of it.

[melodrama]

NANI?! Where did the rest of the fic go?

*coughs* well to quote that big blue Genie in Aladdin.. "Don't I feel sheepish"

Let this be a lesson to us all folks! Don't post fics when you're half asleep! It is a truly evil, evil thing! I wonder if I can be charged with posting under the influence? Let's hope not.

Thanks so much for pointing that out though Wing! Erm... it's all there now.

Cheers!

Love Mel

[Fatimai1]

oh my goodness...this is the well one of the most interesting things i've read so far....wow this makes heero seem more sexy to me! i wish i was relena right now

[athena]

Melodrama, you've done it again.

This is absolutely brilliant! I love your characterizations: Heero and his pathetic job as a P.A. We've found his weakness! Heero Yuy can't make coffee! *laughs*

And Relena! Strong as ever, and certainly as devious as ever. I adored her little "hearts" and doodles on her notebooks. That's so cute.

Too bad P.A's like Heero can't show up in real life.

You have such a great writing style! It's so witty, and and it really carries the reader through the story.

*off to read part 2*

-athena

[miz_lou]

Awww man, this is gonna be GOOD!!

Great twist at the end

Onward to the next chappie!!

miz_lou

[saeki54]

Nicely pulled out, this one is! You sure can tickle a guy's funny bone...bad.
(Now about that pot off coffe I was trying to brew a while ago...)
Ah, well,n-never mind. Next chapter, then.

[Alilamba]

OH HO! Giggly, soo giggly. I wish I could make "soo" appear more like "sue" instead of "sooooooo". Because in my mind, that's how it's pronounced. SUUUUEEE HEPPEH. GIGGLY GIGGLY, must read more...
I'm sorry I'm such a dork ;_;