If Rukia Kuchiki ever learnt anything from her brother it was the importance of preparation. That and how to act like you had a stick permanently up your ass.

So even though she should be out celebrating her latest win of this last deal, she was drawing up the papers for the merger that was scheduled for next week's lunch date.

She set the documents to print and then began to idly drum her fingers against the desk. Her business life was soaring and so was her reputation, her love life…not so much.

Frowning at the blank pages coming out of the printer, she swore. The machine was out of ink. Looking across the room to her 'partner's' desk, she saw it was empty. Great. She'd use his printer. Any excuse to piss him off and she would take it.

She was bent over the printer on his desk when she felt arms grip her hips and someone press into her.

"Ruki!"A voice squealed.

Rukia groaned loudly. "Ran."

Rangiku Matsumoto, tall blond and busty and Rukia's best friend held her tighter, pushing the petite woman down on top of the desk.

"Ran?" Rukia managed to gasp, as she felt her pants slide down a little.

"Hmm Sexy-chan?" Ran answered, unmoving from their embrace.

Rukia rolled her eyes at the name. "You did close the doors, right?"

"Um…"

Rukia turned her head to the doorway to see at least fifteen male employees crowded around the door, all staring at them with bulging eyes, drooling mouths, nosebleeds and sporting hard-ons.

Before she could shriek, she heard someone yell: "what the hell?"

She watched as none other than the strawberry kicked his way inside, slam the door shut and turn towards his desk…

His desk she was currently on top of.

Ichigo blinked twice to make sure he was awake and not dreaming. There was Rukia Kuchiki, his annoying bane of existence with her friend Rangiku in a very erotic position. Her pale skin was exposed as her red shirt rode up her stomach, and her tight grey pants had slid teasingly low to show the top of a lacy black thong. Her lips were parted sexily and he watched as those bangs fell in front of her intense lavender eyes.

His pulse hammered against his skin as he felt his mouth water. Fuck.

Snapping out of his daze before he did something stupid- like rip her clothes off and fuck her in front of her best friend- he scowled at them instead.

"If you're gonna fuck then at least close the door."

He watched as those lavender eyes narrowed and her friend get off her, as if sensing danger.

"We weren't fucking strawberry. If I did want to perhaps fuck, Ran would've been lying naked on the desk screaming in pleasure as I rode her."

Ichigo swallowed at her statement. If he wasn't thinking of fucking her before, he was now. Hearing the word-fuck- roll off her tongue was sinful.

Amber and violet locked together.

"Okay…" Ran intervened, breaking their connection. "Congrats on the deal guys!"

"Thanks Ran," Rukia replied, arranging her papers and going over to her desk, completely ignoring Ichigo.

"Why the hell are you using my printer midget?"

Rukia bristled, before shrugging coolly.

"I wanted to."

"What kind of shit is that? You go around using other people's stuff when they're not around?" Ichigo demanded.

"Nope, just yours." she put the papers away and locked her desk drawers.

"Rukia…I came to tell you that we're going out tonight to this hot new club and YOU are coming with us," Rangiku stated.

"Ran…you know how nii-sama feels about me-"

"That's the best part! He'll never have to know. No cameras, no photographers, no names. Come on, when was the last time we went out to party together?" Ran said accusingly.

"Who else?" Rukia sighed. There was no sense in trying to refuse Matsumoto.

"Your old friends. Toshiro, Ikkaku, Yumichika…I think Renji's coming too. Oh I think you're coming too, ne Ichigo?"

"Yeah," the man in question shrugged. He always hung out with the guys on a regular basis.

Old friends? Renji was the only one she wanted to see badly out of the bunch. Besides, she had dinner plans with her brother tonight. Rukia was deciding on what to do when the idiot spoke.

"Don't bother Rangiku-san. Kuchiki-sama would never agree to go out and have fun without dear Byakuya nii-sama's permission first," he said mockingly.

"Shut up Kurosaki," she snarled, getting in his face. His incredible scent filled her nose, a mixture of Armani cologne and his skin. She would have taken a deep sniff if not for the fact that she despised him.

"You know it's true. Such a workaholic…too much work and no play makes Rukia a bitch," he whispered hotly.

"You would know all about play now, wouldn't you? I'd think to get tested for diseases Kurosaki; god knows what you may have contracted from those many play dates", Rukia spat.

"At least I don't follow my brother's orders on who I can play with or not. Careful Rukia, you might become one of those many play mates that end up in lots of guys' beds."

Rukia grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to her height.

"I'm a driven, ambitious woman Ichigo," she said sweetly, "and I do what I want. And I do play, as you put it, but I love being a bitch. Even in bed. Not that you would ever know."

He took his focus off her pale pink glossed lips when she released him.

She smirked at him as she gathered her purse, attaché case and jacket, before walking to stand beside Rangiku.

"Don't you worry Kurosaki. I'll be there, after all, when have I ever let you win anything?"

As Rukia walked out the door with Rangiku, she began to desperately think of a lie to tell her brother as to why she wouldn't be able to have dinner with him.

Listing 'emasculating Kurosaki' as a reason would definitely not go over well with Byakuya.

As the duo walked out the door, Ichigo couldn't tear his eyes away from Rukia's bubbly ass, as her sexy black thong peeked at him teasingly from the confines of her pants. If she wanted to play a game with him, he was fine with it. But Rukia wouldn't know what hit her when Ichigo got serious; after all, he loved playing dirty.