Lady's Choice (working title).

I re-wrote the second half of this chapter tonight, as I wasn't too happy with it. I'm wanting to take a happier direction with the plot than I was initially intending, so Rebecca gets away largely unscathed. I just felt too mean making nasty stuff happen to poor lil' Becky :(.

I should warn that it has some non-con content to it, but nothing worse than a bit of unwanted groping (it got a lot closer to rape in the original draft, which was heading for a much darker and more serious story). Still, if it bothers you, skipping this won't affect the flow of the story too much. Just assume Wesker's interested in Rebecca, but she doesn't reciprocate :P. I appreciate that non-con content bothers some people, so I want to try and avoid making it mandatory reading for this story.

Once again, thanks for the reviews, and Senigata I'll try and incorporate some leather clothing in somewhere, although from what I recall that outfit seems a little implausible for most typical date locations :P!

Rebecca walked somewhat tentativly to the door of Wesker's office, reminded of that time back in high school when she had gotten into a fight with a bigger girl, whose underestimation of Becky had resulted in a swift uppercut and subsequent nosebleed. Standing infront of the headmaster's door all those years ago had been a lot more scary than facing up to her antagonist. She had a horrible feeling there was trouble brewing this time, too - had the Captain perhaps noticed that she was ignoring work in favour of eyeing up Jill?

Pushing open the door, Rebecca tip-toed into the office, her footsteps nonetheless sounding horribly loud on the thin carpet - at least to her ears. Wesker looked up from the paperwork on his desk - some sort of form by the looks of it, official looking and with the local hospital's insignia at the top. Probably something to do with her, maybe extra training? He obviously did not want the medic's eyes to see more though, as a moment later the form had been deftly slid under a pile of books (mostly on biochemistry, she noticed).

The Captain pushed his sunglasses (designer, naturally, and probably worth half her paycheque) further up the bridge of his nose, looking at her with what seemed to be a mix of curiosity, disdain and...something else.

"Chambers?"

"Y-yes sir?"

"How's your first week been? You seem to be settling into the job well enough, correct?"

"Uh, y-yeah. Sir. Yes sir."

"Hm. I trust that pay advance was enough to cover your rent and such?"

He was standing up now, a looming presence that radiated power. At around six foot he certainly was not particularly tall, but the overt strength of his body, strong muscles straining under a STARS t-shirt, made him seem a whole lot bigger. Rebecca wondered what it would be like to fight this man - she doubted she would have a hope of winning in a straight fight. Wesker walked with a very deliberate gait around the desk to her side, standing just out of her field of vision.

Rebecca swallowed nervously. She hoped this was just normal practice in Captain Wesker's office - make the new agents feel uneasy, let them know for sure who was in charge. Still, there was a certain feeling in the air, a certain palpable tension that she knew she did not like.

"Chambers? I asked you a question."

Wesker's voice was clipped and terse, a rich, well-bred accent accentuating the syllables.

"Y-yeah it was more than enough. Thankyou."

She sensed the Captain moving closer, feeling an imagined heat as the gap between them grew smaller. Not a pleasant heat as she felt near Jill, not that electric, delightfully tempting feeling. Something more akin to a sickly hot fever-heat, humid and oppressive. She felt as if she would be burnt if he touched her.

"It's not normal practice, you know...to pay officers in advance like that. We don't normally pluck them straight out of college. I had to pull a fair few strings to help you out there, you know."

"Thankyou sir. I'll try my best to do a good job."

He leaned in still closer. Rebecca wanted to draw away, but was afraid to show her distaste. Inhaling deeply to try and calm herself, smelt hot musk and aftershave, clean sweat and mint, but most of all the intoxicating aroma of power, pure power. Wesker was close enough that she could feel him breath against her ear, slightly faster than seemed normal. The medic felt sick as he spoke with a lowered voice, husky and dripping with an air of controlled brutality.

"You can do more, you know. I assume you realise your own attractivness, Chambers, and I assume you realise what I'm expecting of you."

She felt strong arms slide around her waist, and the bulge of his erection press against the small of her back. Too confused by the course events were taking to pull away, Becky was however certain enough of her own feelings to refuse any response, standing there like a shocked statue as she felt his lips go to her tender neck.

It was enough. Rebecca jerked her head away, anger flashing in her eyes.

"Captain, no! This...this isn't appropriate behaviour!! "

"Neither is messing with the accounts, Rebecca..."

As he spoke he slid a hand up her t-shirt, well-manicured fingers digging into the small softness of her breasts. He was holding her tighter now, pulling her against his muscular chest as his fingers worked her nipple, which was trecherously responsive. Gasping in disgust mixed with involuntary pleasure, she kicked backwards, trying to reach his shins with her heavy combat boots. He dodged her kicks as deftly as a dancer, and grabbed her arms, pulling them behind the girl's back. Rebecca stamped down hard, combat boots crushing expensive black brogues. She pulled away, panting slightly from shock and exertion.

"Captain, please. I'm not interested. I don't even like men at all."

Wesker leaned against a side table, feigning nonchalance while clerly livid. A slight grin played about the corners of his mouth as he uttered his rebuke.

"You don't really have a choice, Chambers. I'm in charge here, I run this place."

"You don't run the city. I'm sure if word got out your reputation would be hurt."

She was speaking without thinking now, throwing vague threats out as they came to her, hoping one would get her out of this situation.

Wesker seemed indifferent, but she knew behind that slightly lined forehead, he was plotting away, planning each possible course of action. She had heard talk of Captain Albert Wesker, heard of his skill at police work, how effortlessly he could trap people in their own words and actions. Even if he let her go, she doubted this would be the last time he tried to have his way with her.

Wesker stood up again, stepping towards her. Becky recoiled instinctivly, body tensing for a fight. His voice sounded bored and indifferent.

"Well, if you're quite certain you're not interested...promotions and pay rises might be a little thin on the ground for you, that's all."

It took a lot of effort on her part not to slap him. His smugness was less sickening only than the fact that it was completly justified - he was the puppetmaster here, and he knew it. Feigning conventional courtesies, she answered him as she headed for the door.

"Quite certain, sir."

She stopped for a second as Wesker spoke again, a disquieting parting shot.

"You know why I'm letting you go so easily, don't you?"

Guilt and common decency? The thought was blackly humorous.

"It's not much fun fucking a woman who doesn't want it, that's all. I prefer to do things properly, and fucking frigid little dykes isn't my thing. It'd be tedious trying to make you appreciate my skills."

Rebecca felt his eyes on her back as she walked out, narrowing her own to green flashes, seething with anger. No doubt this would fuck up her chances of ever moving beyond shitty office work, if she kept her job at all. She knew perfectly well that Wesker could have her fired easily if the whim took him. He would probably fill in the forms himself. Hopefully he would want to keep her around for some eye-candy, at least.

The other STARS agents had headed home, leaving early on the quiet friday afternoon. The medic grabbed her bag and headed for the exit, wishing it did not take so long to get there from the office. She had a busy weekend ahead - unpacking her posessions, then tomorrow waiting around for the van that was delivering the rest of her stuff. But busy all the time? Unlikely. She regretted not giving Jill her number earlier, a few hours spent with the delectable brunette would have been most welcome.