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A/N: This fluffy little story will come to an end in this chapter and I hope you guys enjoy this! I sincerely apologize for ending the story so hastily, but the muse is almost dying on this one, and I just want to see our lovely characters get their happy ending!

Title: Let us fall in love

For the very first time since she joined this company, Kagome found herself being ignored.

Well, not exactly ignored in the sense that she was being ostracized, but she was definitely getting less attention from the men.

While she was not one of those crazy bimbos who judged her self-worth based on the amount of attention men lavished on her, Kagome was a girl who would honestly admit that attention from species of the opposite sex was a pretty nice thing to have. She had been basking in the attention lavished upon her so generously by the male employees of Taisho Corporation and enjoying it very much indeed…until today.

Right now, as she walked down the aisle in her office leading to her desk, Kagome couldn't help the confused expression that materialized on her pretty face. No heads were turned in her direction, and there were no loud, enthusiastic calls of 'Hi, Miss Higurashi!' Something was very wrong, but what was it?

She had applied for half-day leave early in the morning with her reason being a pretty bad bout of migraine, and that explained why she was coming in to work only in the afternoon. After all, Kagome did not really wish to see Sesshoumaru. Ever since that kiss they shared the previous night, he had not said anything about their relationship status.

He had not done anything more than that one kiss, ate the ramen in silence and had sent her home soon after the rain stopped. Kagome, still dazed from the sweet kiss, had contemplated asking him if the kiss had meant anything to him. But pride had stopped her from doing so, for it was just too awkward, especially if Sesshoumaru had thought of it as nothing but just something he had done in the heat of the moment.

Confused, disappointed and embarrassed, she decided not to do anything about it and settled for acting as if nothing had happened between them. Her mood was bad enough already; she did not expect her colleagues to be acting so cold towards her as well.

What could have happened in the company in the morning?

Catching the eye of one of her all-time greatest admirers, she put on her most winsome smile and greeted, "Good afternoon, Mr. Makita. How are you today?"

He simply nodded nervously and squeaked in reply, "Good."

He did not even bother with a 'Good afternoon'.

And he was usually one of those avid admirers of hers who would have given his arm if Kagome had asked for it.

Sniffing the air around herself discreetly, and glancing down at herself, Kagome's mind went through a mental checklist.

Chanel Coco Mademoiselle Eau de Parfum?

Check.

Sapatas de Prada Heels?

Check. Complete with the most adorable and delicate red flower heels.

Black silk Prada faille dress?

Check.

She did not smell bad, did not wear different shoes on each side of her feet and most definitely did not have ketchup stains from her morning omelet on her dress.

Then what was wrong?

She cast a questioning look at Miroku, but the latter simply smirked and waggled his brows suggestively at her. Perplexed by his response, Kagome could only frown and continue walking to her desk.

A thousand possibilities for her colleagues' uncharacteristic behavior ran through her mind, but Kagome could think of none, until she recalled something.

Oh god. No way.

Did they know about the kiss she had shared with their CEO, Taisho Sesshoumaru, late in the office last night?

…oh dear.

They must have somehow found out about it, and were obviously acting weird because Sesshoumaru was bound to be royally pissed over how word had gotten around, and Kagome was either in for a scolding, or even worse, fired from the job.

She did not want to be paranoid and end up overreacting, but that had to be the reason. What other reasons could there be?

Upon reaching her desk, Kagome proceeded to pull her chair out, only to stop to stare at what greeted her eyes in incredulousness. Her brain fumbled for the right reaction as her nervous system tried to send the right message from her visual receptors to her brain but…no, this couldn't be. What was going on?

It was unbelievable, really, but what was a girl supposed to do when she found a Hermes Birkin in matte poro crocodile in Blue Brighton, complete with the most luxurious diamond-encrusted hard ware, on her desk?

Temptation screamed at her to reach out and touch her dream bag, something which she could only dream of owning after at least eight tequila shots, but rationality told her someone must have made a mistake. Confused, she looked around the desk, taking in the familiar sights of her belongings on it. This was her desk. But the Birkin was definitely not hers.

There was something else glinting in the office lights beside the Birkin, and Kagome realized it was a key. Wrapping her fingers around the cool metal, she brought it up to her chest level, studying the foreign object. She had never seen this key before, and why would anyone else in the office give her a key? Did they change the lock to the printing room?

"Mr. Kishimoto," She whispered to the colleague sitting opposite her, and the young man looked up from his computer screen. "Why is this thing on my desk? Do you have any idea who left them here?"

The man opened his mouth to say something, only to look over Kagome's shoulder and incline his head in a hasty bow. More confused than ever, Kagome instinctively turned to see her gorgeous CEO standing behind her, his facial expression unreadable. As always his gorgeous features took her breath away and left her starved brain fighting for oxygen to stay sane in his presence. She thought she would have gotten over his lack of reaction to their kiss, but no, seeing his face still brought pangs of disappointment to her.

"Mr. Taisho, I…" She started, gesturing towards the extravagant bag and the key in her hand, clearly not knowing what to do with them. "I found these on my table, and I have absolutely no idea who they belong to…"

His jaw line tightened, and she hurriedly looked down at her black Prada heels, as if oddly fascinated with how her feet looked in them.

"Kagome."

Her head snapped up, and he could sense how the Chanel Coco Mademoiselle-scented aura was in an erratic mess. Her sparkling eyes were brimming with confusion, and then shock, for she had obviously realized he did not address her by 'Miss Higurashi' in front of all those present. Everyone was staring at them, though they were doing a terrible job at pretending not to stare.

While his stunning goddess was still drowning in a confused cloud of her alluring scent, Sesshoumaru decided to continue.

"There are two things which I would like to clarify with you."

She nodded dumbly, and for once, she did not look like the confident, sexy Miss Popularity of Taisho Corporation. Rather, she looked endearingly perplexed, and he felt stirrings of pride for being the one to put that expression on her face.

"Firstly, it is Sesshoumaru to you. Not 'Mr. Taisho'."

Huh?

"Secondly," He held another finger up. "Those items on your desk belong to you."

She felt like someone had knocked the wind out of her middle, and Kagome hurriedly drew a deep breath. Almost giddy with disbelief, she thought to herself again, 'Did Sesshoumaru just say that gorgeous, unattainable, totally-to-die-for Hermes birkin in matte poro crocodile in Blue Brighton, with diamond-encrusted hard ware, was mine?'

"How…? Then, this key…?" She lifted it up questioningly.

He cleared his throat once and evaded her eyes in a rare display of bashfulness.

"I've placed the order for the Birkin since a few years ago, intending to give it to a very special girl." He said matter-of-factly. "And that, Kagome, is the key to my apartment."

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

By now, Kagome's poor mind was in overdrive.

"What do you mean by this?" She whispered, as squeaked as he leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss that instantly told all the other guys it was high time to stop entertaining any ideas of having Kagome for themselves. After all, he had already informed Inagaki Miroku of his intention to make Kagome his girlfriend, and knowing that man…well, Sesshoumaru wasn't too surprised that the entire office now knew of his intentions.

"Let us fall in love, Kagome."

All she did was kiss him back.

Before all the coherent thoughts flew out of her mind as Sesshoumaru deepened the kiss, Kagome thought to herself.

She loved the song 'Labels or Love' by Fergie, but evidently, her favorite singer was wrong.

Sometimes girls did not have to choose either labels or love, they could have both their cake and eat it too.

And have that cake topped with one sexy CEO.

The End.