A/N: As I tried to come up with the follow-up to the latest chapter of IWBH, plotbunnies ran rampant in my mind. I recently watched the drama High End Crush (which is seriously GOOD) and kind of got this idea from that. Also, I wanted to write more lighthearted/romcom stories, such as my previous story Divorce Papers – if you haven't read it, do check it out.

Please note that the title is subject to change, as I haven't yet decided what to name the story, but the current title works just fine. Prepare for silliness and mostly lighthearted events. This is just something I felt like writing, so please don't take it so seriously. It's just fun, peeps!

Disclaimer: Matsuri Hino owns Vampire Knight. I just like to have fun with her characters!

Chapter 1: Interview

Ichijou Takuma walked into his boss' office that Thursday afternoon expecting the usual sight to greet him; his elusive, quiet boss bunched over his desk as he signed paper after paper, stamped necessary documents, surely working himself to death.

He did not expect to see the chair vacant. On the sleek mahogany desk littered with papers, the sign that read KURAN KANAME, CEO stood lonely.

"Uh, Kaname?" Ichijou questioned the silent room, eyes searching every corner.

"Here." The voice was faint, barely discernible to his keen ears. Hesitantly Ichijou walked into the large office, searching for the voice. Carefully he stepped around the desk and searched.

"K-Kaname! What are you doing on the floor?"

True enough, his respectable and esteemed boss was lying on his back behind the desk, his tall frame stretched out completely still. Empty eyes stared up at the roof.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Ichijou frantically asked, the panic building inside of him.

"It hurts." Kaname answered simply, still staring at the roof of his enormous office.

"W-where? Do I need to call the doctor? What's going on?"

Numbly, Kaname raised his left hand and placed it on his chest, approximately where his heart beat. "Here."

Ichijou jerked. "What!? Your heart hurts!? Are you having a heart attack?! I knew it was unhealthy working this much! Oh my god, I need to call the doctor and alert the company, and oh I need to inf–"

"Not like that!" Kaname screeched. "I'm fine! Well… not really," he sulked.

Ichijou crouched down on the floor. "Then what is it?"

Kaname inhaled deeply and exhaled before he spoke.

"I think I'm in love," he frantically whispered, turning his head and looking at Ichijou with wide eyes.

Ichijou blinked. "You're in love? Well… oh, well that is great! I guess things are working out for you and Sara-san?"

"No!" Kaname bellowed. "I hate that woman!"

"Hey, don't be rude…" Ichijou chided. "Then who?"

"My secretary," Kaname breathed, his eyes lighting up.

"Your secretary? Seiren!?"

"No, of course not," Kaname snorted.

"But you don't have any other secretaries…"

"I hired her today."

"Oh! That's right, you had your interviews today. How did it go? Wait… wait, hold on, you said you already hired someone? And you're in love with her?"

"Yes!" Kaname closed his eyes, clenching his teeth. "I gave the job to her on the spot! Ichijou, I don't know what happened to me, but I just… well, she was just so lovely, you know? I couldn't say no! And whenever she smiled I just lost all train of thought and… and, well, I couldn't let her go, no? So I… hired her."

Ichijou could only gape at his boss. He'd worked with Kaname for 6 years now as his vice president, and he liked to think he knew him better than others. Kaname was a complicated man; difficult to understand, even more impossible to get close to. In the years he'd known him, Kaname had never really dated or showed any interest in women, though there had been plenty of interest from the opposite sex. His family nagged on him all the time to get married and have an heir, but Kaname chronically resisted, resulting in many awkward family dinners.

The latest addition in his family's scheme to get him married was Sara Shirabuki, a cunning young thing that resisted every rejection from Kaname. Ichijou almost admired her tenacity – after all, out of all the forced relationships Kaname had been in, she'd lasted the longest.

Ichijou stuttered. "You know… when normal people like someone, they ask them out on a date. They don't just hire them to keep them close."

"Well, I don't just like her, I'm in love with her!" Kaname huffed in response.

Ichijou blinked. It was strange to see Kaname this… animated.

"You only just met her! You can't be in love this soon…" He saw Kaname getting ready to object, so he quickly cut in. "Even so," Ichijou hissed, "you can't date her. She's your employee. Gosh, what were you thinking? Hiring someone you're attracted to… this is unlike you, Kaname."

"I told you already," Kaname sighed, rubbing his face, "I don't know what I was thinking. I just… listened to her talk – she has a really lovely voice, you know – and then she smiled at me and – she has a really lovely smile, too, it's like the sun – I just… hired her. She'll only work here for one year, maybe two. She's taking a break from her studies. She's studying journalism!" Kaname gushed.

"You hired a future journalist!?" Ichijou yelled.

"Future journalist, yes," Kaname hissed, "it's not like she'll start gathering all the company secrets and publishing them. She's just a student! And she seemed very serious about the job… it was really cute."

Ichijou rolled his eyes. "That's what journalists do, Kaname! They're devils in disguise! You said so yourself!"

"I never said that," Kaname countered.

"You did! I have it on tape!"

"Then… delete the tape. I don't want Yuuki hearing it."

"Yuuki, eh? So that's the name of the plague."

"Don't call her that!" Kaname screeched. "Her file is on my desktop, read it if you like."

Ichijou got up on his feet. He reached for the folder with her information and application. "Kurosu Yuuki… 23 years old, currently studying journalism and finance at the University of Tokyo," he read out loud. "Lives outside of Tokyo with her father…Grades – good, experience - limited but sufficient…"

"Eyes – brown, hair – long and brown with a hint of red in it, especially when the sunrays beam on her; smile – wonderful and lovely like a sunset, height – just right compared to me, I know she'd fit perfectly in my arms, body – amazing, stunning, wicked, oh…" Kaname closed his eyes and smiled. "She's perfect."

"You've lost your mind," Ichijou sighed. "Did you interview anyone after her at least?"

"No," Kaname quipped. "As soon as she left the room I cancelled all meetings and laid down here. Ichijou, this is crippling! I don't know what do with myself!"

Ichijou raised his eyebrows. "I don't know what to do with you either…" He shuffled through the papers. "Though I'll admit she's not the worst candidate. She does have some experience… You may be blinded by attraction at the moment, bu–"

"Not attraction – love," Kaname sternly corrected him.

"But," Ichijou continued, "I trust and hope that your business instinct is still intact, and that it was some other aspect of her rather than just her looks that made you want to go for her."

"Are you accusing me of being shallow, Ichijou?" Kaname questioned coldly, slipping back into his usual demeanor. Ichijou was almost relieved to see his boss act like himself again. "I'll have you know," Kaname finally got up on his feet, dusting off his suit. "While her looks were perfect, it was her general personality and radiance that spoke to me. I think she'll do the company some good."

Ichijou say. "Whatever you say… It's not like we can call her and say she didn't get the job after all, all of a sudden."

"But…" A blush crept onto his boss' cheeks. "Can I just call her and ask how she's doing? Like, how was the rest of her day and such? Her train should be departing soon…" He checked the watch on his wrist.

Ichijou's hand twitched at his side. The urge to hit his boss was gradually increasing inside of him.

"You're a lost cause," Ichijou breathed exasperatedly. "I forbid you to contact her until she starts working here!" He turned and walked towards the exit. Before he'd made it to the door however, he stopped and turned. "Which is when, exactly?"

"Tomorrow," Kaname sheepishly admitted.

"Tomorrow!?" Ichijou clutched his chest, fearing that he would be the one with a heart attack tonight. He inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm himself. "I'll call her and tell her to come in two days. In the meantime, you and I will practice how to act like a respectable boss around your crush. Seriously, if you saw yourself now you'd be mortified…" He sighed.

"I'm a man in love, Ichijou," Kaname shrugged his shoulders.

"You're not in love!" Ichijou yelled, stomping out of the room.

He passed a stoic-faced Seiren who only lifted an eyebrow at him. Reaching the elevator, he punched the down button a little too hard, releasing his frustration. He rubbed his temples, feeling the throbbing intensify ever so slowly. As he entered the elevator and the doors closed, Ichijou sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"What a mess…"

A few hours earlier…

Kaname sighed. All of the potential secretaries were too perfect. Too experienced, too boring. They all had the personality of a… sock. A stinky, old sock.

"Next," he called tiredly, rubbing his temples.

"Ms. Kurosu Yuuki," he heard Seiren, his current secretary, call outside in the waiting room.

A few seconds later, Kaname got up from his chair and walked around his desk, getting ready to greet the new applicant. He watched as Seiren entered the room, followed by a young brunette. She wore a black pencil skirt and a white blouse, topped with black heels he could sense she was not comfortable with wearing.

She bowed in greeting, her dark hair tumbling around her. "Pleased to meet you, Kuran-san."

As she looked up, Kaname's heart stopped. In front of him was an angel sent from heaven to relieve him of his misery.

Or maybe just one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on.

Quickly he bowed in return, clearing his throat. "Please, just call me Kaname," he spoke quickly.

Yuuki smiled in return, waiting for his instructions. Kaname fumbled for a second, trying to get out of whatever trance she had put in him. "Oh! Here, have a seat!" He awkwardly pulled out her chair.

As Yuuki walked over to the chair, he spotted Seiren shooting him a quizzical look before she exited the room. He'd never acted like this around her, so he couldn't blame her.

"Thank you," the goddess in his office said as she sat down.

He returned to his seat awkwardly, hitting his knee against his desk. He concealed his pain and grit his teeth. "So, you must be aware that my current secretary Seiren, who you just met, will be leaving soon on maternity leave and I need someone in her place while she's gone. And you are interesting in occupying that position, correct?"

"Yes," Yuuki answered. She handed over her file on his desk. As he reached out for it, his hand accidentally brushed against hers.

Oh my god… can hands be this soft? He wondered. Quickly, he retracted his hand, pretending like nothing had happened.

He quickly read over her file, scanning for the most vital information. He put it down on the desk and leaned back in his chair, braiding his hands together. "So, why don't you tell me why you think you're the right person for the job?" His voice was calm and even, due to many years of practice. Despite this, he was still surprised he didn't stutter or blush like crazy.

The goddess pursed her lips cutely before she answered. He was so tempted to just reach out and brush her lips, if only for just a second so he could feel if they were as soft as they looked…

Her voice cut through his thoughts as she began speaking. "Well, I'm currently enrolled at the University of Tokyo where I'm studying journalism and finance. The reason why I'm applying now is because I've decided to take a year off to work, so I can afford the tuition that's coming up. I only have my father, and due to some circumstances he can't afford paying for me. So, I wanted to do the right thing and pay for myself."

Kaname's eyes softened. She's so caring and genuine…

"Interesting," he answered curtly, flipping through the pages. "And your experience?"

A curtain of hair fell over her shoulder as she shifted. She flicked it away with an elegant wrist, revealing her slender neck and beautiful face. Kaname watched the entire interaction happen in slow motion, captivated by her simple yet stunning beauty. Vaguely he felt his mouth water.

"I've actually worked as a secretary for a small law firm during my days in high school. I mainly worked the summer holidays, but did a few tasks during school time as well. That's really my only experience, though I've gotten the number of my former employer so you can call them for refere-"

"You'rehired."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Yuuki inquired.

Shit. He'd opened his mouth without thinking. What was wrong with him? His heartbeat echoed in his chest as she watched him, waiting for him to elaborate. Was she always this pretty? He idly wondered. She blinked and he swore she looked like an angel as she did. Was there a halo around her? Was he imagining things?

"I said 'you must be tired'," he quickly explained, "from having worked that much during school."

"Oh," she relaxed back into her seat, letting out a light laugh. "Not at all. I enjoy working." She smiled charmingly, her eyes twinkling.

His fingers trembled. Inside he was a mess of emotions, holding on to her every word. She was so enchanting and captivating; he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. When she spoke, his ears strained to get every syllable with him, if not just to hear what she had to say, but to hear her lovely voice caressing his eardrums. His eyes latched onto her gestures and her cute expressions like an observing telescope, tracking every motion she made, decoding her.

"So, I'll have to inform you that this will be a very personal hands-on job." He paused. "Uh, well not hands-on like that, surely," he chuckled nervously. She giggled in response, and he almost fainted. "It's a lot of work, you'll be working very close and personally with me…" God! Why did everything coming out from his mouth sound so suggestive?!

"Not only will you be in charge of my schedule, you'll also participate in company functions with me, give me guidance whenever I ask your opinion and answer my every call. It is a lot to ask for in a job, as I am a very busy man with a tight schedule and I rely heavily on assistance."

"I'm aware," she answered, folding her hands in her lap. "I'm prepared to work hard for you, no matter what. Also, like I mentioned before, having taken a year off from university has given me a lot of free time on my hands. I'll happily spend it working hard."

Kaname didn't answer. He was too busy staring at her as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, leaning his elbow on the table. His eyes were filled with adoration and a dumb smile coated his lips.

"K-Kuran-san?" Yuuki timidly asked.

That shook him out of his reverie. He cleared his throat and regained him composure. "Please, call me Kaname from now on."

"That's very personal," she blushed. Kaname's eyes widened as the blush spread down her neck and onto her décolleté… Eyes up, Kuran, eyes up, he chided himself. Focus!

"I'm a personal guy." He replied simply as he smiled.

"Noted," she quipped, smiling in response. He would have to call in a medical team after she left the office to check his heart's condition the way it was beating so fast right now.

"See? You're already noting things I say. You're a natural."

"Thank you," she blushed. Again with the blush!

"So, what are your hobbies, your interests? Tell me. It's important for me to know my employees." What is your favorite drink, your favorite bar? Favorite hotel? Maybe I can buy you a drink and we can–

"Well, I've always liked physical activities," she began. Kaname bit his lip to suppress his groan. Was she purposefully teasing him? Physical activities?

"Such as?" He mumbled behind his hand.

"I've dabbled some in martial arts since my father is a champion. But mostly I found my passion in dancing, especially ballet," her eyes turned wistful as she lost herself in memories he could only imagine. "Though I've had to let that go during my years at university."

"Really? That's sad. You shouldn't give up on something you love…" Kaname felt an ache settle in his chest. Her sad expression troubled him.

She looked up, her eyes clearing. "Oh, no, don't feel bad for me. It's just that it got difficult juggling things at school and with home. My… well, it doesn't matter much, but sometimes things don't work out the way we want to." Her frown turned over into a radiant smile. "Still! I won't let that get me down, and I will continue on working hard towards my goals!"

He smiled. "That's a very mature way of looking at things, I'm impressed."

He flipped some more through the pages of her application, anxious. He didn't want to see her out of the office, but their time was running out. Panic wrapped itself around him like a snake; would this be the last time he ever saw her? This enchanting beauty that walked into his office and captivated him with a single flutter of her eyelashes?

"Have you…" he cleared his throat, "applied at other companies?"

"Yes," she answered promptly, "at the Ishihara corporation, Ichijou Industries, the Shouto corporation, the –"

"Congratulations, it's yours." He blurted out.

"What?" She sputtered, eyes wide.

"You're hired," he said simply, smiling gently. Inside he was churning.

No, no! This is stupid! She's too young and you're too attracted to her to keep a professional relationship!

But she needs a job, no? I'm not doing this for myself; I'm hiring her for her sake. I'm helping her out!

This can only turn into a gigantic scandal! It's insane!

But she's so pretty…

She doesn't have enough experience to work here. Plus, you only want to sleep with her!

Not true! Not true! She's dedicated and smart and sophisticated and… I'm hiring her!

Kaname shook his head, trying to clear his head of his inner thoughts screaming at him.

"Really?" Her eyes sparkled as she beamed at him. All his doubts melted away when he saw her smile. He almost beamed back.

"Really?" She repeated. He nodded his head in response, letting a small smile curl his lips. "Oh my," she gushed, "I almost feel like hugging you right now!"

His arms twitched. Oh, please do, please, please…

"In due time," he chuckled, taming his need to touch her.

She shot up from her chair, grinning. As she did, his eyes trailed over her figure inconspicuously. Small chest, but not too small, lovely waist and oh, the way her skirt hugged her hips…

Holy shit.

She reached out her hand to him. He grabbed it and shook it, mentally fainting from the electroshocks that reverberated from their touch up his arm. "Thank you so much, Kuran-san," she beamed again.

"Kaname," he corrected. She nodded in response. "Yes, of course, Kaname, hehe! It's just so unusual… but I'll get used to it, trust in me!" She spoke excitedly.

Her excitement was infectious. He allowed a light chuckle to escape his lips. "I do. I'll have Seiren arrange your training. Come back tomorrow, yes?"

"Yes!" She said, gathering her bag. "Bye, see you tomorrow!" She called, turning and walking towards the exit.

His eyes trailed her long hair and rear as she walked. "Yes, take care… I'm looking forward to working with you…"

His eyes snapped up in time just as she turned and smiled, before exiting the door.

Kaname waited a few seconds after she'd left until he released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding in.

"Oh my god, what have I done?" Shit, shit, shit.

"Ready for the next?" Seiren crossed her arms as she leaned against the door of his office.

"Send them home," he quietly commanded. "And cancel all my meetings and appointments."

Seiren nodded curtly. "Will do."

"Chairman? Hey! I got the job!" Yuuki squealed excitedly into the phone as she waited for the train.

"You did? Oh my lovely daughter-who-never-calls-me-father, I'm so proud of you!"

Yuuki chuckled into her phone. "Thank you, father." She listened as Kaien squealed at the other end of the phone. "I don't know, it was crazy. The interview was really short, actually. The boss seemed really nice and accommodating, he didn't really mind that I had limited experience. He just said I got the job!"

"Oh you know those old guys, they can't resist a pretty young thing like you. Especially when you're super smart and diligent like your father!"

"Actually, he wasn't that old," Yuuki trailed off, remembering the handsome man that would soon become her boss. He acted older than his age, for sure. There was this calm and authorative aura about him that made her feel comfortable and safe. He was professional and courteous, accommodating and polite. All in all, she looked forward to working with him. The only thing that bothered her was his devilishly handsome looks, though she was sure she could push those feelings aside. "Oh! There's my train! Gotta go, see you in a while!"

"Okay, I'll make sure to have dinner ready until you get home! Goodbye my de-"

Yuuki ended the call before the Chairman could finish.

She entered the train and sat down, closing her eyes and thinking about her long day. All in all, she was happy that she'd been so lucky to land her first real job so quickly. It'd all happened so fast; in reality, she'd been in there for about fifteen minutes, but it'd felt like five. There was just something about her new boss that made her relax and forget about time. She wasn't as nervous and troubled like she'd been in other interviews, but that was probably because he was so nice.

The other interviews has been with stern bosses staring at her with narrowed eyes, judging her skills and appearance. This was… Yuuki blushed, remembering the moment her hand had brushed against his. More intimate? She couldn't decide. She was just happy that she would be working with such a serious and kind and… handsome boss. Her blush intensified. Sure, she'd been surrounded by cute boys before, but she'd never really been around someone as otherworldly as him. He was probably a womanizer, she deduced, he had to be with all that money and looks like that. She would probably be like one of those secretaries in those movies who always chases away the girls who'd slept over at their boss' place. Yuuki chuckled to herself, imagining the situation.

She would yell at the woman to get her clothes and get out, and as Kaname made his way to her, he would thank her profusely. She would only put her hands on her waist and chide him for being so reckless. Then, she would serve him his coffee and give him the run-through of the day ahead.

Okay. Maybe she had seen one too many movies.

Idly she wondered what kind of tasks he had in mind… making him coffee everyday? Picking up his dry-cleaning? Scheduling his meetings? She could do that. No problem.

"Please, just call me Kaname," his voice from earlier echoed in his head.

"Kaname…" she mouthed as the train sped along the railroad.