Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Please apply to all chapters here on after so I don't need to keep typing this. Thank you.

Author's notes: Well, this was on my top ten places to have sex, I think. Lawlz. So enjoy this sort of prologue, I guess you would say. Lemons are coming up in the next chapters. I think it's going to include alternate chapters for all your pervs out there, lol. May have yuri, yaoi, and threesomes later. So heads up and get something to wipe up those nosebleeds (I hope). The only thing is that it is going to be centered around Sasuke Uchiha. So if you don't exactly love him, high five because neither do I lawlz. Just using him for that cold, sadistic personality here. Anyway...

Warning: Lemons in later chapters. Rated M.

R&R.

Sasuke idly tapped his pen on the table, impatient with the board meeting. All the executives were sitting in the spacious conference room. The long table stretched from one end of the room to the other, at least twenty plus swivel chairs running down each side. At the moment, he was sitting at the head of the table, bored to death. They were arguing again over some small miniscule detail of the Uchiha family business, and Sasuke was sick of it. Was there really any point in discussing whether the tax rate was raised by 0.0000000001%? They had plenty of money to go around anyway, and the company would not be sinking any time soon.

In reality, he had only shown up to preserve image, the executives were very well capable of solving the problem by themselves. The Uchihas were paying them an absurdly large amount of money after all. And it wasn't as if they were random people pulled off the street. They had brains, usually, when they weren't arguing, at least. He sighed, rubbing his temples, prepared for a very long day.

He heard the sound of approaching footsteps and stared curiously at the door. What the hell? This was a closed board meeting. No one was allowed to come in due to company secrecy. He reminded himself to talk to the secretary that was told specifically not to let anyone in.

The door banged open, and the commotion in the room suddenly died down. A rather frazzled young woman, clutching a sheaf of papers, walked in hurriedly, and grabbed an empty seat.

"Gomen, Mrs. Tachibana had to rush to Shanghai to take care of his mother in the hospital. I'm her personal assistant and will be standing in for her in the next couple of weeks." She tossed over her shoulder, smoothing out her skirt before sitting down in her seat.

Sasuke looked curiously at the newcomer, smirking. She was easy on the eyes and a welcome change. She had dark hair that was pinned up, a few tendrils escaping to frame her heart-shaped face. Pale, violet eyes looked intelligently down at her report, scanning the information on the paper. Her fingers grasped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white, and he supposed it was because she was nervous. Her breasts were straining against the tight, white button-up blouse she had on. The top button of her blouse was unbuttoned, allowing him to get a glimpse down her shirt when she leaned across the table to talk. Sasuke imagined brushing his hand across her ample chest after he took off her strapless blue bra, the outline clearly visible to his astute eyes. He desperately wished that he could see her long legs, tucked under the table.

Needless to say, it was the most attention he had ever given a board meeting.

"Okay, we're done for today," Sasuke snapped out of his trance as all the executives started to rise.

He eyed the young women getting up. Her legs look even better than I thought. Her skirt reached mid-thigh, and it clung to her legs seductively. The tight fabric accentuated her butt, and he eyed her ass appreciatively.

"Let me get that for you," he said smoothly, opening the door for her. "I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch your name when you walked in."

She shot him a grateful smile for the gesture. "Hyuuga, Hinata." She said in a clipped tone.

Sasuke slowed down to match her gait. "Well, I'd like to congratulate you. You managed to keep up with them in there."

"Thank you."

He continued on. "In fact, I'd love to congratulate you personally, later. Say, four in the afternoon in my office? Champagne on me."

And without waiting for an answer, he walked away briskly, heading back to his office.

R&R.

Tell me whatcha think so far. It's gonna get hot later. :D