A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while, ne? Anyway, I've been away from my computer for a while, so I couldn't do much. So I've got a new story :). Enjoy and don't forget to review! :)

Summary: AU. SasuSaku. When his father asked him to take the lead of the Uchiha enterprises, Sasuke's thoughts would have never led him to a hot, pink secretary who would change his life forever.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Warning: Rated M for lemons

English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

All I Ever Wanted
By The Terrorist

Chapter one
Meeting her

Twenty-three year old Haruno Sakura sighed quietly, a small frown present on her face as her viridian eyes stayed glued to the spreadsheet displayed on the computer screen. Papers and files were scattered on the desk in front of her, along with a small notebook, some pens and her black I-phone. Tucking an annoying strand of pink hair behind her ear, she straightened her position and tried to concentrate on writing God-knows-what on the notebook, her eyes raising from time to time to glance at the computer screen.

The sound of a phone ringing soon filled the empty hallway and she quickly moved the papers aside, unconsciously making the desk a lot messier, picking up the device as soon as she reached it. It turned out as nothing too important, just the receptionist downstairs reminding her of that report she had to hand to her boss—the one that she was trying to work on.

Releasing a quiet sigh, she thanked the girl and ended the call, returning back to her work. However, she soon found out that she couldn't concentrate one bit, so she dropped her pen and leaned back into her seat, closing her eyes and running a hand through her hair. For some unknown reason, she felt really tired—which wasn't a good thing, considering that she worked there of all the places. She slowly raised her hand and rubbed her forehead in an attempt to put her thoughts in order and, preferably, find out the reason why she felt like she couldn't do anything.

She had enough sleep the night before and, seeing as it was a Monday morning, she had no idea why she would feel tired after having a relaxing weekend.

Ah, those last words. She had discovered them not long ago, when she was promoted—she had been working as the president's assistant for three months now and she could say that they were definitely the best months of her life so far. She had first began working at the Uchiha enterprises about two years before, when she was still in college; she started off as a receptionist and slowly went up, as Uchiha Fukagu, the president, noticed her potential and basically worked her to no end.

And, as much as she hated him for that back then, now she couldn't find the words to thank him.

Sure, his methods were a bit harsh and, if she didn't know any better, she would have thought he was trying to kill her without looking suspicious, but it was thanks to him that she was now here, being paid a whole bunch of money every month for sitting around in an office all day. The responsibility was a lot bigger, yes, and while staying in the office, she had to do a lot of things, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.

But really, there were times when she felt like Fugaku was surely taking advantage of her intelligence and will to work, times when she felt like she was doing things that were well over her duties as the president's assistants, times when she felt like she was doing half of Fugaku's job…times like now. 'Good thing it's over soon,' she thought, suddenly feeling content with the fact that a new person was going to take the lead of the company; the new president was Fugaku's younger son, Sasuke, if she recalled correctly, who should be arriving around—

'Holy shit!' her mind screamed at her and she abruptly stood from her seat, thoughts of how she looked—and how her surrounding looked, for that matter—clouding her mind. She made quick work of arranging her desk, pulling folders over folders and setting them aside, throwing unnecessary papers in the bin and tucking other items in drawer. Making a small, mental note to clean up those drawers, too, someday, she turned her attention towards herself, silently wishing she had a mirror somewhere around her.

Her appearance shouldn't be such a problem, she knew, because she was at work and people kept it professional around here but she really wanted to make a good impression—this was the man she would have to work from now on with, after all.

She quickly rearranged her hair, getting her chopsticks out of it and letting it cascade down her shoulders for a moment, before puling it up again. She ran her hands down her dress, smoothing down the soft material but, as she did so, she noticed that her thigh highs had started to slip.

Mumbling a quiet cruse under her breath (because that was not the first time it happened that day) she lifted the dress and rearranged the annoying material.

Lost in her actions, she didn't hear the elevator door opening, nor felt a person approaching. It was only when somebody cleared his throat that her head snapped up in shock, her hands immediately pulling her dress over her stockings. As a small blush crept on her cheeks, her green eyes locked with a pair of obsidian ones and she was immediately lost into those dark pools.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, when it had only been a few minutes; minutes in which she completely forgot all about the position she was caught in, in which she felt butterflies dancing in her stomach, in which her heart thumped rapidly in her chest.

"I see you've met Sakura." A deep voice came from a distance, snapping her out of her daze and forcing her to break eye contact.

It was only then when she finally got a look at the owner of those eyes—messy raven hair, sticking up at the back, while bangs fell into his face, contrasting perfectly with pale skin and black eyes; tall figure, about 6'2", with perfect muscles ripping in all right places (from what she could see, that is).

"Hn." And a voice that practically made her melt in a puddle of hot chocolate.

Perfect didn't even begin to describe the god that stood in front of her.

Swallowing an inexistent lump in her throat, Sakura forced her body and mind to work together, not wanting, under any circumstances, to seem some kind of fan girl. This was her new boss, goddamn it! "Uchiha-sama," she breathed out and inwardly slapped herself for sounding like a pathetic twelve year old.

However, Fukagu didn't seem to notice. Either that, or he really didn't mind. "Do you have the report I asked for, Sakura?" he asked in a professional tone.

She nodded, "It's almost done."

"Bring it to me as soon as you've finished. Come, Sasuke." He ordered and began walking towards his office, leaving the door open for his son. Said person followed moments later, but not before throwing her one last look—a look that made her legs feel weak and her head dizzy.

As soon as the door of the office was closed, she allowed herself to collapse on her chair and released a breath she didn't know she was holding. 'What the fuck was that?' she asked herself as she shook her head in an effort to get her mind to clear. Everything was so foggy—she hadn't felt like that since…ever.

What were those things that kept dancing in her stomach, eh? Butterflies, or what? She had heard of that sensation, but…wasn't that supposed to happen when she kissed somebody? She was as sure as heck that she never heard somebody talking about feeling butterflies when meeting somebody.

And…was it just her, or the room suddenly got hotter? She felt like she had a freaking fever, like she was burning both on the outside and on the inside, too.

She remained like that for a few more minutes, not even bothering with that freaking report. What she had just seen had yet to sink in her mind. And when it finally did, realization came along with it. The person that she had been waiting for all day, the person who had unconsciously had her worked up to a ball of nerves, the person who was going to be her new boss, the person who she'd be spending almost all day with from now on…that person was the hottest guy she had ever seen and, probably, the hottest guy she would ever see.

Damn. Her life was bound to get interesting.

~•~•~•~•~

A small, tired sigh escaped Uchiha Sasuke's lips as he turned his head towards the tinted window of car he was currently seated in, his eyes lazily watching the busy streets of his hometown.

Truth to be told (though never to be admitted) he kind of missed this place, with all its traffic, noisy people and tall buildings. He had been away for a long time—since he was nineteen, to be more exact—and it was only natural that he missed everything that involved the life he lead before. He never wanted to be away from all that, in the first place, but he did it anyway.

At his father's request, he went to college in France (Paris, to be more exact), then, after he had finished his studies, traveled around all Europe (and not just Europe, but a few other continents) to gain God-knows-what experience. He said it was for his own good, but, even now, Sasuke wondered if that was really true.

Knowing his father and his sneaky ways, he could have just wanted to send him away and see how he manages to do without his family. Good one, Fugaku. As if Sasuke ever needed his family—he had always been more of an independent person.

Anyway, he did whatever he was told, not wanting to disappoi—no, better yet, wanting to prove himself to his father. That sounded better.

And, by the way things looked now, he could say that it worked pretty well.

His father did ask him to become the president of the Uchiha enterprises, after all. When he first made him that offer, he was a bit reluctant to accept (probably because his mind was screaming at him something among the lines of 'why the fuck didn't he choose Itachi for this?'), but, as the idea sank into his mind and began sounding better and better, he accepted.

And now, after a few long hours of traveling by plane, a few hugs and squeals that could have left him deaf from his mother, a cold but proud (wtf?) gaze from his father and a few smirks and teasing words from his brother, here he was, all tired slumped in the backseat of a black, seemingly nice and comfortable car, which was driven by a dude he didn't even know, who had strict instructions from his father, who was sitting next to him, to take them to his office, where he would be telling him a few stuff, which, if he remembered his father behavior correctly, would take the whole afternoon. …So much for the nice nap that had been nagging him since he was on the plane.

Anyway, God seemed to hold some kind of affection towards him, because he made him so lost into his thoughts that the ride to the office seemed unbelievably quick. They entered the building minutes later and his father told him to go ahead because he had some stuff to talk with the receptionist, who—he could have sworn—checked him out.

'Stupid fan girls,' he thought as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button that would led him to the last floor. 'At least they won't be around there.' Ah, yes, he had already been informed that he would share that floor with his assistant and only his assistant.

From what he knew, her name was Sakura and she seemed like a pretty intelligent girl and a tough one at that—I mean, have you ever seen what his father asked from his employees?

'Hope she's not a fan girl.' As that thought ran through his mind, the elevator came to a stop and its door opened; he quietly stepped out of it and made his way through the hallway, seeing as his new office was at the end of it (at least, that's what his father told him).

However, nothing prepared him from what he saw as he rounded a corner and he was sure that, not even the whole experience he had gained while traveling, would help him in this situation.

There she was, the woman who, he guessed, was his assistant, rearranging her thigh highs, which basically meant that her legs were exposed way too much—and the fact that her dress had a lot of cleavage and she was bending over was NOT helping. Her hair was held together by some chopsticks, creating a mess of curly, pink locks that looked so fucking soft that he almost wanted to reach out and touch them. Her legs were slim and long and that dress clung to her body like a second skin, showing off all her curves—which were perfect, by the way.

She was so fucking sexy that, if he weren't an Uchiha, he would be already ravishing her. But he was an Uchiha, so he immediately cleared his throat, pleading God for the torture to stop.

Wait. Torture? He had been in the room for, what? Two minutes? How in the world would he manage to be with her for more than half a day?

Her head immediately snapped up, a small gasp escaping her full, pink lips as her hands quickly pulled the dress over her thighs. Her eyes locked with his and he was surprised by both the color and the brightness they had. They were a unique shade of green—one that he was sure he hadn't seen before—and they practically shining, gleaming with emotion.

He was so lost into those eyes that he didn't even hear his father coming up from behind him. It was only when he spoke, that he became aware of his surroundings again. "I see you've met Sakura," he said, confirming Sasuke's assumptions. 'Fuck, it's really her.'

"Uchiha-sama," she greeted in a breathy voice that almost made him shiver. It was so soft, damn it!

"Do you have the report I asked for, Sakura?" Ah, Sakura. Only now did he realize just how well that name fitted her—pink hair, green eyes, small, fragile-looking, perfect body. Cherry blossom, huh? Might as well become his favorite flower from now on. Wait. What the fuck?

"It's almost done." There she goes with that voice again…

"Bring me as soon as you've finished. Come, Sasuke." It took him a while to finally process his father's words and to start moving, for that matter. And, as much as he didn't want to, he couldn't stop himself from throwing one last look at her, wanting (and knowing it, in the back of his mind) her image to burn in his memory.

He followed his father into the office and reluctantly closed the door behind him, before taking a seat on one of the chairs that were seated in front of the desk. His father was seated on the chair that was to be his soon, and had already turned on the laptop—seemingly, he really had some stuff to tell him.

And how the fuck was he supposed to concentrate on business right now? Jesus, after seeing her, all trace of tiredness disappeared, but, of course, it was replaced by something else. And it was so much worse, and it would definitely not leave him alone and he couldn't even remember the last time he wanted a woman so badly only seconds after meeting her. Probably never.

Fuck. His life was bond to get interesting.

~•~•~•~•~

Sakura sighed quietly as she stood from her seat, her hands immediately flying to her body, smoothing down the creases in her clothing, before coming up to gather some files that got spread all over the desk again.

She picked up the report she had to hand to her boss (uh, ex-boss), along with some other files, and made her way towards his office, feeling herself hesitate as soon as she opened the door. Hours had passed since he made his appearance and his image still hadn't left her mind. But that was not that bad.

The problem was, she couldn't push it to the back of her mind, she couldn't think of something without him popping out of nowhere. It was stupid, really, and she couldn't help but feel like a fan-girl. And, really, the last thing that guy needed was a fan-girl. She was sure about that.

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and knocked on the door, quickly receiving a 'come in' as an answer. She entered the room, quietly closing the door behind her, and made her way towards the big desk, where they were seated. Papers, files and pens were spread all over the table, obvious signs that Fugaku hadn't let his son breathe properly for the last few hours. A small smile made its appearance on her lips at the realization, but she couldn't help but feel bad for the poor (hot) guy who looked both tired and annoyed.

"I brought the report you asked for, sir," she said and handed him the small file. "These ones came this morning," she continued handing him the other two. "Also, they want to know who is going to go at that conference in Tokyo."

"Sasuke, of course," he told her and Sakura could have sworn she had seen Sasuke roll his eyes. "When is that conference, anyway?"

"In January," she replied.

"What's gotten into them?" he grumbled to himself, not knowing (it wasn't like he was really interested) why they would ask something like that now, when they still had four, almost five months to get ready for that.

"It seems like they want to make sure everything will go perfectly," the pinkette replied.

"Hn. We're leaving now," he said and stood up, closing the laptop while doing so. "Type this," he said and handed her a few papers. "And send it. Then you can go home, too."

"Sure," she said and flashed another smile, before turning away and making her way out of the room.

~•~•~•~•~

Sasuke resisted the urge to groan as his father shoved yet another paper in his hands, urging him to read it and do a bunch of stuff with it afterwards. He wasn't stupid, he knew that his father was testing him in an effort to find out if he was really capable of leading the Uchiha enterprises. For him, it was not a problem—Sasuke knew he was. But his father just didn't seem to be able to understand it. Either that, or his ego really couldn't allow him to admit that Sasuke was as good as—or better, maybe, than Itachi.

Anyway, the Uchiha knew that he should be very, very happy (uh, satisfied) with what was happening to him—all he ever wanted was his father to acknowledge him—but, right now, his mind was clouded by a certain somebody. For some unknown reason, he couldn't get his pink, little assistant out of his mind. She was always there, and it was so annoying, damn it!

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts and he turned his head slightly to see who it was. And then, she entered, looking as hot as the first time he had seen her. He watched as she crossed the room, walking like a model in those high heeled shoes of hers. 'Fuck me shoes!' his perverted inner roared and he inwardly slapped himself.

"We're leaving now." Sasuke didn't know whether to be happy that he could finally go to sleep, or disappointed that he won't be sitting around Sakura anymore.

Wait. What? Did he just…think like that?

"Type this and sent it." She didn't ask where to, which made Sasuke believe that she already knew. "Then you can go home, too." Did his father just tell her to go home? His father never did that. His employees always remained in the building until their program was over. It didn't matter if they didn't have anything to do; if anything, he would find them something to do.

Just what did Sakura represent for his family? He had heard his mother talk about her in one of those rare occasions when they decided to come and visit him, back when he was still going to college, and, he had to admit, he heard only nice words coming from her mouth. It wasn't long until he understood that Sakura might be like a daughter to Mikoto.

But that didn't help the current situation; his mother accepted anyone right away, anyway. But his father really did seem to respect her…a lot. And he was never really into the respect thing. Sure, he knew it was essential for two people who wanted to work together, but still…

"Sasuke, let's go."

Anyway, he figured he had enough time to figure it out. Waaay too much time.

A/N: And one more of my ideas had been written and posted :). I know, I know. I should be concentrating on finishing my other stories, but I can't really help it. It's a bad habit, really: every time I think of something, I have to write it and, eventually, post it, because, if not, I can't concentrate on other stuff. And we all know what happens when I can't concentrate on writing—everything ends up in a big mess.

And, before you ask, yes, I'll try and write lemons, even though they make me run and hide in a corner :D. I'll just let my perverted part loose and we'll see what happens.

Anyway, leave a review if you like this, please! They make my day, really. :)