Well, here we are.

A new fic… dammit. I still haven't finished my old ones, and I'm starting stories for different series, but… I've got this one all planned out, so maybe I'll actually finish this one. That would be nice, wouldn't it? (Sure would… but guilt is gnawing at my brain, anyway.)

Oh yes… this particular story does have some Grey's Anatomy spinoff. It's not that similar, but if you watch Grey's then you will recognize the pieces of storyline and dialogue I incorporated into this fic. And if you haven't watched Grey's… then… well, watch it. :)

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Disclaimer: No. I don't own CCS, nor do I own some of the ideas used in this story, which are from Grey's Anatomy. And this applies to the entire story. Oh, and I don't own the title either. It's a song by The Cardigans. Wow, I don't own much at all, do I?

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Love Fool

Chapter One

Morning, Fair Stranger

Author: Automatic Flower

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The morning sunshine shone through the windows, into a bedroom. The bed was a mess; its beige-coloured sheets tousled around its occupant, and another figure snoozed on the floor, having fallen off at some point. Both people were completely nude, their clothes strewn around the room and outside the room, too, forming a trail of garments that began from the front door of the penthouse flat.

One of the room's occupants began to stir. She turned to her side, her eyes opening slowly. A ray of sunlight shone directly onto her face, and she blinked a few times before groggily sitting up. She rubbed her eyes, her mind formulating a thought:

"What… happened last night?"

Her travelled from her messed up bed sheets, to her naked form, to the clothes all over her bedroom floor. 'Are those boxers…?' Suddenly, it all fell into place.

"Oh god!" She looked around for the room's other occupant, to find him on the floor. She prodded him with her toe.

"Wake up. Wake up!" She hissed at him.

"Huh…?" The man slowly opened his eyes. "Oh, what time is it?" He managed to say, yawning in the middle. He sat up, and ran a hand through his tousled brown locks, dark amber eyes still half-lidded.

"Um… it's 7:30, which means if I don't hurry I will be late, and that's really bad, especially for my first day of work." The woman said while wrapping a bed sheet around her, and stood up. "So, uh… yes, I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave. Now."

The man gave her a small grin. "I was hoping we could continue where we left off-" He was interrupted when his pants were thrown at him.

"I'm sorry, but you really have to go, Mr… uh…" The dishevelled woman with fairly short auburn locks and stunningly green eyes stammered.

"You can just call me Syaoran." Syaoran wore an amused smile as he put on his shirt. The name seemed vaguely familiar to the woman but her mind was still fuzzy from the after effects of the tequila from last night, and she brushed it off.

"Oh. Well um, Syaoran, it was nice meeting you. I'm Sakura." They shook hands briefly before Sakura cleared her throat.

"So yes, Syaoran, now that I'm quite sure I'm going to be late, you'll have to go. Goodbye."

After seeing to it that Syaoran had gotten dressed and left, Sakura hurried to the bathroom and dropped her bed sheet. She stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over her muscles, the heat causing her skin to flush. She squeezed an amount of shampoo into her palm and lathered it into her hair.

"Oh god… that was so embarrassing!" Sakura said to herself as she rinsed her hair while brushing her teeth. Deciding there was no time for conditioner (not that she needed it much—her hair had always been blessedly smooth, silky and tangle-free for the most of time). She lathered herself and rinsed quickly before turning off the shower and stepping out. Sakura grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Running into her room, she gave the alarm clock a glance—8:02 AM.

"I am SO fucking going to be late!"

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"Dammit… I was late." Sakura muttered as she got on the elevator. The secretary at the front desk had given her a whole lecture on being punctual. 'Yeesh… it's not even my fault… I would have been on time but that guy had taken forever to get out.' He had been cute, yes, and the sex had been really good, Sakura admitted, but she probably couldn't afford to pull a stunt like getting hammered and then laid by some random guy from a bar before work.

'But he was so hot… and I was really feeling the effects of those drinks. Oh well, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again.'

Starting today, she was the personal secretary of Mr Li (she forgot his first name… it was something that began with an S), the president at Li Enterprises, the current leading corporation in Hong Kong and Japan. She hadn't met him yet, but the interview had gone well and she definitely needed the money right now. Finances had been getting a little tight lately. Hopefully though, this… Mr Li person wasn't some balding 50-year old on Viagra.

The elevator reached the top floor, the 34th, and stepped off. Immediately, she was greeted by a young man in an immaculate suit, with dark blue hair and glasses. 'He's not unfortunately looking… quite the opposite, actually,' Sakura thought. Behind him was a desk, which was currently unoccupied.

"So you must be Sakura Kinomoto… welcome to Li Enterprises." He extended a hand, which Sakura shook. "I'm Eriol Hiiragizawa. Pleased to meet you." Sakura recognized the name—he was the CFO of Li Enterprises.

"Oh, no! The pleasure is mine, Mr Hiiragizawa!" Sakura stammered. The CFO of the company was going to be showing her around? Previous to this job, she had worked in small companies. Becoming secretary to the president of Li Enterprises was definitely a big jump in her career.

"Really, Eriol is fine. May I call you Sakura?" The young green eyed woman nodded fervently.

"Well Sakura, if you would follow me…" Eriol led her down the right branch of the hallway. Paintings and pieces of art decorated the walls. Needless to say, Sakura was quite impressed. In all honesty, she had been expecting drab, plain white.

They came to a stop at a large mahogany desk situated to the left of a pair of double oak doors. "This is your desk, Sakura," Eriol smiled at her. "We have a cafeteria on the 3rd floor, but there is a refreshments room back up the hall, so if you just want a drink or something of the sort, you needn't go all the way back downstairs. We also have a gym, billiard room and lounge on the 2nd floor, which employees can use. Anyway, I occupy this floor too. I'm down the left wing of the hall, so if you have any questions, feel free to come ask me."

Sakura nodded mutely, taking all of it in. A new, black flat screen monitor stood on the desk, and Sakura ran a hand over the smooth, polished wood. She glanced at Eriol, who stood patiently, smiling at her.

"Wait, I have a question." Sakura said. "Actually, I have two."

"Shoot."

"Ok, firstly… why are you, the CFO, giving me the tour?"

Eriol laughed. "Well, your boss and I are actually pretty close friends… normally Rika shows the new employees around, but she's on vacation in the Bahamas right now."

"Rika?"

"Rika Sasaki. She's my personal secretary, too. But she's not here, so Syaoran just asked me to give you the basics-"

Sakura spluttered. "Wait, what? Syaoran?"

"Syaoran Li, your boss," Eriol told her. They heard the double doors click. "And speak of the devil..."

"Hey, Eriol. That my new secretary you're scaring?"

'Are you serious?' Sakura shrieked internally when she heard the voice. She was afraid to look.

"Ah, well Sakura, this is Syaoran Li, your boss as of today."

Sakura turned her head slowly, to find none other than the man she had woken up so rudely this morning. He was staring at her with a mixed expression of surprise and bewilderment. The newly appointed secretary felt her cheeks burn. She wondered exactly how foolish she must have looked at the moment. Syaoran blinked at her.

"S… Sakura? What are you doing here? Wait, you're my new secretary?"

She tried to keep her voice as stable as possible.

"Nice… nice to meet you, Mr Li… I'm Sakura K-Kinomoto."

Eriol looked from Syaoran to Sakura, the latter whose face held remarkable resemblance to a tomato.

"Do you two… know each other?"

Sakura felt like she must have died ten times just then.

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"I can't believe it! He's my boss!"

"Well you didn't know… but you should really stop picking up guys from bars, Sakura. Get yourself a steady boyfriend."

"I don't have time for a steady boyfriend… but that doesn't mean I'm going to be celibate, either."

"Sakura…"

"And it's not like I went just to get laid… I went for some drinks and…" Sakura trailed off.

"… and got drunk, met a hot guy, then took him home. Uh huh, we're all familiar with the drill now."

"Hey, I'm no whore!" the emerald eyed woman hissed into her phone as she typed up her boss's schedule for the day.

"Oh Sakura, I wasn't saying you were," her friend Tomoyo, an up-and-coming designer stated. "I was just saying that you really need to stop this… habit. Which brings us back to the fact that you need a boyfriend—"

"No, I am not getting a boyfriend! I don't need one!" Sakura protested.

"—or maybe you should try hooking up with your boss. Syaoran Li, huh?"

Sakura was flabbergasted. "Tomoyo, I am NOT hooking up with my BOSS!"

"Well from what you told me, he wanted to 'continue' where you had left off, so he must have thought the sex was really good—"

"Tomoyo!"

"So maybe he wouldn't mind hooking up with you! I mean, you're cute, and hardworking, albeit a little ditzy at times—"

Sakura spluttered.

"—and if the sex really was that good, chances are he might ask you o—"

"Hell no! Tomoyo, I refuse to date my boss! And the sex wasn't even that good—"

"Oh, really?" Came a voice to Sakura's right. She jumped and gasped, dropping the phone. "Because from what I could see last night…"

"Mr Li!"

The brown-haired business tycoon gave his secretary a sly grin. "Mr Li? What is this? I thought we were on a first name basis this morning…"

Sakura felt her cheeks redden. "This morning was under a very different set of circumstances."

"Oh, but I insist. None of this 'Mr Li' crap."

Sakura gaped at him.

"No! Just because I slept with you once doesn't change the fact that you're my boss! And I didn't know you were my boss when it happened," Sakura argued. Syaoran raised his eyebrows at her, a coy grin still on his face. The secretary flushed even more.

"And stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you've seen me naked!"

Syaoran laughed. "Oh, Sakura, you're so funny."

Sakura crossed her arms. "I'm serious!"

The amber-eyed, brown-haired male leaned closer to his secretary. "So am I," he whispered in her ear.

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Haha, so how is it? I love Grey's Anatomy, and this idea popped into my head the other day. Anyway... once again, it's not going to follow the show; far from it! But... still, drama is good. Those of you who watch it can probably see a thing or two coming... shhh...

Review, please!