The day went by as usual. I treated Serena to a day outside the apartment. We had basically spent most of the week in there. As the day turned into night, we walked back home and went to sleep. We had work tomorrow and we both knew we were gonna need sleep.

The next morning started like any other. Beep! Beep! Beep! Serena's alarm clock. I could hear it from the couch. I groaned.

"Get up Ryuji! We have work!", her voice called down the hall.

"I know I know", I mumbled.

I had received a work outfit from the manager yesterday while we were out. I slipped it on. It was a little tight. Serena came down the hall in her outfit. A blue and white maid outfit essentially. Our boss really was a perv.

Serena led the way as we walked to the cafe. As we arrived, I noticed we were the last people to get there.

"Welcome", our boss greeted.

"You're just on time", he said as he eyed Serena.

We were put into our positions and the doors were opened. It was a pretty easygoing morning. When noon finally came, that was when the lunch rush hit. I had two tables which had just been served their food.

I looked toward Serena and noticed one of her tables also looking at her. It was a group of teenage guys, obviously skipping school. They were eyeing Serena... well, more accurately, her body. I knew that skirt was too short.

I casually walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She jumped a little before she realized it was me.

"What is it?", she asked.

"You need to change your outfit", I demanded.

She looked at me and then herself. "What do you mean? Are you too attracted to do your job?", she said jokingly.

I stared at her. "Serena, those guys are looking at you like you're a meal. Please just change", I told her quietly.

She looked at her table and they were talking to each other. "Are you jealous or something? You know I wouldn't trade you for any of those dumbasses, right?", she said.

I shook my head. "Whatever. You do you then", I told her as I returned to my tables.

She seemed to not care at all if she was "entertaining" her tables. I turned around to look at her again and I noticed she was laughing over at her table of teens. That pissed me off. What were they talking about? Better yet, what was this feeling?

I wasn't jealous... I thought at least. I tried to focus on my job but I couldn't stop thinking about that stupid table she was waiting.

When the day finished, I walked home by myself. I could hear Serena telling me to wait but I ignored her. I was too angry to wait for her. I didn't think I felt this much about her. I know I said I had feelings for her, but I didn't know they were this deep.

I got to the apartment and tried to open the door. It clicked as I turned the knob. I didn't have the keys... Shit. I stood there waiting as Serena stomped up the stairs.

"What was that for?", she demanded.

I avoided her eyes as she opened the door. I immediately went to the kitchen to prepare some dinner. I needed something to take my mind off of her. She lingered by the door before she finally exhaled and went to her room. She returned about ten minutes later and stood behind me.

"Are we going to talk about this?", she asked boldly.

I turned around. "I didn't like the way they were looking at you. Not to mention you seemed all buddy buddy with them", I grumbled.

Her eyes widened. "That's why you're so angry?", she asked.

I nodded as I returned to cooking. I could feel her arms wrap around my waist.

"I couldn't do anything about it while I was at work. Plus look at this tip", she said as she pulled a wad of cash out of her jacket.

"$125 dollars from one table", she said as she counted through it.

I suddenly felt bad. I guess it wasn't her fault. After all, she played them for money, so I guess it was okay.

"I'm sorry", I said.

She turned to me and kissed my cheek.

"If it makes you feel better, I can wear tights underneath the skirt. It is a bit short", she said with a thoughtful look on her face.

I smiled.

"That would mean the world to me", I told her.

She laughed. "Okay, but I look good in it though don't I?", she asked with a smirk.

I looked away. I could feel heat rushing to my cheeks. She laughed obnoxiously as I plated our dinner. I still had to get changed. I forgot to in my jealous anger. I retrieved a pair of shorts that claimed to be used for "basketball", whatever that was. I also put on one of my t-shirts.

When I returned to the table, Serena was waiting in my seat. Her plate was empty.

"What's up?", I asked her.

She smirked again.

"I wanna spend some time with you", she said as she seated me.

She sat in my lap as I ate. She had such a smooth body. It was like having a pillow on me. She played with my hair as I ate and when I finished she put the plates away.

I could tell she was happy. Especially when she was near me. I watched as she returned, entranced by her legs. She wrapped her hands around me and dragged me to the couch. I had no resistance left in me. She had complete control over me. She pushed me into the couch and climbed back onto my lap.

Her hands ran up my chest and I shuddered. What was she doing?

"You seem to be enjoying this", she said as she laughed.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. She had done something to me. She leaned into me and we locked eyes. She started laughing. Confusion washed over me.

"I didn't think I made you that excited", she said through a chuckle.

I looked at her.

She was playing with me. I grabbed her waist and laid her down as I maneuvered on top of her. She blushed immediately and looked into my eyes. I ran my hand down her side and she yelped.

I smirked. "I guess it goes both ways", I chuckled.

She pursed her lips.

"That's not funny", she said as she pouted.

We had never been this close together and I was acutely aware of the little distance between us. I sighed and leaned back against the couch. Serena sat up on her knees.

"We have work again tomorrow", I said flatly.

She tilted her head and shrugged.

I laid my head on a pillow and I could feel her lay next to me. I wrapped my arm and a blanket around her as I closed my eyes. I could feel her shifting, trying to get comfortable. Eventually she sat bolt upright.

"Why don't we just go to my room", she said. "The couch is a little small for the both of us."

I was too tired to argue.

As we laid down in her bed I could feel her wrap a leg over me and lay on my chest. She was too much sometimes. It took a lot to resist the urge to use her for my demonic needs.

Speaking of which, how was I going to break that to her? It didn't seem like a casual topic of conversation. I guess it would happen when it happened. If it ever did happen. I hadn't completely abandoned the plan to use her, just sidetracked it.