The way Diva’s face lit up upon seeing Vergil step into Devil May Cry was a welcome change to the way things used to be between them mere weeks before.  Though she tried to keep her demeanor neutral for his sake, especially when others were around so she did not draw unwanted attention to their new fling, she had a difficult time masking her delight at his presence.  To be fair, he couldn’t help but smirk in return when he saw her smiling at him either.

“Afternoon, Vergil,” she said.

The older Sparda twin acknowledged the secretary with a nod of his head upon wandering inside.  His eyes were quick to scan their surroundings as he approached her desk.

“Anything I can help you with?” she asked.  “Or are you here for—?”

Vergil’s expression turned serious.  She was acting.  That meant that they were not alone.

“Where is he?” he lowered his voice to ask.  They both knew why he was here, and it wasn’t to visit family.

Diva tilted her head in the direction of the bathroom, and he rolled his eyes. 

“I trust his presence will not affect our plans this evening, will it?” he asked through gritted teeth. 

“He already ordered pizza, so I don’t think he plans on going anywhere tonight,” she whispered.

“Always a thorn in my side.”

Vergil was feeling especially impatient.  Impatient and… needy.  He never in a million years believed he would succumb to a female’s wiles, but she possessed in her a power that was unrivaled- the power to woo him.  In spite of himself, he had gotten quite addicted to the woman’s touch.  After going without for so long, he craved it constantly now that he’d had a taste.  He did well to enjoy her in moderation.  Their relationship was still young, and he didn’t wish to overwhelm her.  The nights he planned to spend with her were even more special to him because of this, and he grew testier than usual when they suffered any interruptions.

“Relax.”  She reached her hand out, grabbing his pinky with hers.  Still seated at her desk, she looked at him with wide eyes and a comforting smile.  “We’ll still spend the night together.  I have a few more things to do here before I head home.  You can follow after me.”

Vergil opened his mouth to speak, but the unlocking of the bathroom door stopped him.  Diva let go of his finger and brought her hands back to the keyboard just in time for Dante to exit.

“Oh, brother.  You again.  Diva, is this guy bothering you?” he joked upon seeing his twin standing near his employee’s desk.  Vergil’s scowl deepened, and he took a step back towards the wall to make room as Dante approached.  “Shoulda called and told me you were dropping by.  I could’ve ordered more food and made it a party.”

“I don’t intend on staying long,” Vergil said.

“Suit yourself.”  Dante shrugged before turning his attention back to Diva.  “You find that file?  I swear, that guy has called in before.”

“Oh, shoot.  I had forgot all about it earlier,” she said, rising from her seat.  “Let me do that while I’m thinking about it.  Excuse me, Vergil.”

There wasn’t much space between the desk and the wall, so when Diva squeezed past him, her rear rubbed right against him in the process.  His scowl expression turned into a grimace at once.  She did it on purpose, he swore to himself.  Rather than ask him to move, he just knew she opted to scoot in front of him in an attempt to rile him up…

And it worked.

The lust that was already bubbling below the surface surged.  He glared at her as she walked over, then crouched down to look in a file cabinet.  If Dante wasn’t present, he’d have her bent over one of the surfaces in here so fast.

“The name sounds familiar.  I think it’s the same guy who thought he had demons in his house and it ended up being rats in the walls,” Dante continued, oblivious to his brother’s brooding.

“I believe you’re right,” said Diva.  “Want me to tell him you’ll come out anyway?”

“Nah.  If it is him, tell him he should call an exterminator.  I mean, I like getting paid as much as the next guy, but I kinda feel bad about taking his money at this point.”

Vergil couldn’t help but scoff.

“Time is money.  If he’s wasting everyone’s time calling up here, he can waste his money,” Vergil chimed in.  “Last I recalled, this wasn’t a charity.  Good will doesn’t keep the lights on, nor does it pay your employees.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a job?” asked Dante, taking a step towards his brother.  “Because it sounds an awful lot like you wanna tell me how to run my business.”

Before another word could be spoken, Diva wedged herself between the two men.  Yet again, her behind was pressed against Vergil.  He shut his eyes and his nostrils flared as he breathed in through his nose.

“Let’s not start that,” she said to them.  She tapped the file against Dante’s chest.  “Here you go.”

“Thanks.  Sorry, Diva.”

With a sheepish grin, he went to accept the file when the doorbell rang.

“Must be the food.”

Dante handed the file back to Diva and turned towards the front. 

Vergil watched his brother walk to the door.  When it opened, he caught Diva’s hips and pulled her closer.

“You’re teasing me,” he growled beneath his breath.  He rut up against her, allowing her to feel the extent of his swelling arousal.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

He ground his hips forward, and she clamped her mouth shut to prevent a squeak from escaping.

“I think your work is done for the evening, Miss Diva,” he breathed into her ear.  He pressed his length harder against the plush flesh of her backside, relishing the feel of her pushing back to meet his subtle movements.  “Don’t you agree?”

She nodded her head.

“Good girl,” he said, letting her go before Dante could catch them.  “I’ll see you at your apartment.”