DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NARUTO.
"Itachi..." The way she drawled his name makes him think of overly cloying honey dripping with excessive sweetness -sickening.
Why is it that I always get airheads as secretaries? Itachi wondered, miserably. If it weren't for his façade of indifference, the woman on his lap would've surely seen his true expression and that would've been a dead giveaway of his urge to puke.
"Get off of me," The Uchiha demand in a cold voice.
"Oh Itachi-kun, I know you love me! You don't need to hide your feelings, I love you too," she replied in a sultry voice, her red-stained lips jutting in a little pout. If she thinks she sounds attractive, she is sorely mistaken.
Me, have feelings for her? Thanks, but I'd rather die. Itachi thought, nearly horrified and mostly disgusted that she would even consider that as a possibility.
"You are fired, " The dark-haired man spat in annoyance, narrowing his onyx eyes at her.
"Oh, Itachi-kun~" She whines, completely ignoring his statement and instead starts to rub her derriere against his crotch. It's official: this woman disgusts him.
Unhooking her prying hands from his shirt, Itachi plucked her off his lap and non-too-gently dropped her onto the hard floor.
"You're fired. Get out of my office, now." He growled, standing up abruptly from his chair. He glared at her with angry onyx eyes that nearly left her breathless.
"B-B-But we're destined to be together!" She cried, getting onto her feet.
Damn those piercing whines.
"Get out, now. Don't make me repeat myself again," He reiterated, warningly, his glare intensifying ten-folds.
The blond whimpered and quickly scrambled out of his office, muttering incoherently under her breath and nearly walking into the door in her rush.
Itachi heaved a sigh and dropped into his fancy leather armchair once more. He massaged his temples in frustration and reached to his neck to loosen his tie. Oh, what I would give to have a normal secretary. A secretary who would actually work rather than throw herself at me.
Sakura's left eye visibly twitched as his hand continued to crawl up her thigh, making its way towards her rear.
I swear, if he doesn't remove his filthy hand, he will regret ever hiring me as his secretary. The rosette's whole body stiffened, displaying her disgust and unwillingness.
Her hands balled into fists and she gritted her teeth, trying to bite back the urge to punch his nose in.
"Oh baby, come on, I know what you want," The grey-haired man whispered huskily in her ear, tugging her closer to his body.
"Sir, please remove your hands, this is not appropriate." Sakura ground out from between her clenched teeth, her lips tugging into a fake smile.
"Oh baby, don't worry. Let's have some fun together," he cooed, pulling her down rather roughly against his lap.
A vein popped on her forehead and she's sure it'll explode if she doesn't slap this asshole across his stupid face.
He reaches around her front and grabs her thighs, forcefully parting them.
That's it, fuck the job! Sakura thought, vehemently.
"YOU FUCKING PERVERT!" She screamed in disgust, elbowing him hard and then driving her heel into his shoe with what she hoped was enough force to chop a few of his toes off.
"God, you fucking bitch!" he screeched, his hold on her loosening and his face reddening with fury as he shoved her off his lap and onto the ground.
"You know what?" She spat, sucking in a composing breath, "I resign, you fucking bastard."
She rose to her feet and ran a shaky hand over her black skirt, straightening it before turning away without sparing him a single glance. The rosette picked up her purse from the floor and with that in her hand, she marched towards the door.
She only paused at the exit, satisfied with his shocked silence but needing to give him one last jab, "Good luck finding someone better than me."
"Sak, stop worrying so much. You'll find a better job!" Her long-time best friend Ino tried -in vain- to reassure her.
With her impossibly sapphire eyes and platinum blonde hair, Ino was the definition of beauty -although she was more than just a pretty face. This particular blonde could get rather annoying, but she knows the rosette. As best friends, they loved each other.
"How will I ever get a good job, Ino? I've had seven jobs in the past two years. Seven. Fucking. Jobs! I mean seriously. Why?!" Catching her breath, she plowed onward. "Why does every man I work for turn out to be some stupid pervert? Can't I have a single job where the boss would actually look at my face, rather than ogle idiotically at my chest and rear? Is that really too much to ask for?!" Sakura yelled, tugging at her hair in frustration.
"Like a secretary… hmm..." Sakura caught the tail-end of Ino's incoherent mumbling.
"What the hell, Ino?" She shrieked. "Stop spacing out and help me! I have a problem here, and it's urgent!" Sakura cried out, evidently being rubbed the wrong way.
Registering her voice, the blonde snapped out of her musings and turned to face the pink-head with a smile on her face.
"I know just the right solution to your problem," Ino announced, confidently.
"What is it?" Sakura glanced wearily at her. Truth be told, the rosette was really tired of changing her job every four months. All she wanted now is a secure job -without a motherfucking, perverted boss!
"Let's go shopping!" The blonde suddenly exclaimed, happily, a wide grin spreading across her face as she completely changed the subject.
Hearing her reply, Sakura nearly toppled out of her spot on the couch.
"INO! WE ARE IN A CRISIS HERE AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS SHOPPING? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" The pink-haired girl exploded, her voice rising ten octaves.
"Jeez forehead, stop screaming! We have neighbors, y'know." Ino reprimanded her, but not harshly.
Sakura's mouth abruptly clamped shut. Even if she's having a little mid-life 'crisis', she honestly didn't want to disturb the neighbours.
"Sorry," she mumbled, glancing down at her shoes, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. "But seriously Ino," Sakura huffed, looking up at her again. "Did you already forget that you're supposed to be helping me?"
Ino rolled her eyes and declared, "Of course not, forehead. That's exactly what I'm doing: helping you. Your bosses hit on you because you're an attractive girl who looks hot and sexy all the time. But if we make you look ugly and well… like a weirdo with no fashion sense whatsoever, then your boss won't even spare you a second glance… And then you can work like you want: in a boring way." Ino offered with a satisfied smile.
Her idea isn't half-bad. In fact, it's quite good. It might just work… Sakura scowled, she didn't have to put it that way, though! She didn't have a 'boring life' she just wanted to work sincerely!
Hmm... She mulled over the idea. A secure job surely mattered more than her fashion sense, right? It was definitely better than getting groped -besides, she needed money to pay her shared rent, she really needed a job. If bad fashion choices could guarantee that, then to hell with it.
So finally, she came to a conclusion.
"Okay… we can at least give it a try, huh?" The rosette smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
Ino responded with a devilish grin.
Oh boy, I don't like that look on her face. I don't like it at all.
Suppressing a sigh, Sakura shook her head in dismay: It's too late to back out now.
A/N : ...AND that's it for now :) I Hope you enjoy my new fic :) Also heads-up, characters will be a little OOC.
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