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Silky raven hair framed a strong but slender face. Eyes full of icy stillness stared down at her. Eyes – deep as midnight – that were accentuated by long, black eyelashes lowered to a contemplative half-mast. Or a simmering half-mast, depending on which way the observer chose to view it. Pale, ivory skin dipped down and disappeared beneath a black, collared shirt without a hint of imperfection. His clean, maroon tie drew her attention to a defined chest…that led her eyes to broad but not bulky shoulders.
Heat climbed up Sakura's neck until she was sure her face was bright red. "I, uh, I'm sorry. What?"
"Hinata Uzumaki. She's Naruto's wife." His voice was liquid baritone yet strong as a rushing river. "Not a woman to be trifled with."
She licked her lips and felt the sudden urge to fan herself. When did the room grow so hot? "I, uh, oh."
If possible, her face only flushed more. How embarrassing to grow so tongue-tied. But it wasn't her fault the man was too blasted pretty for his own good. Made a girl want to either scream from jealousy or run to the bathroom to hide a nosebleed. Sakura was leaning more toward the latter. Her fingers twitched to check her nose to ensure she didn't embarrass herself further, but she clasped them tightly in her lap.
The man tilted his head, just slightly to the left. No expression so much as flickered across his face. "And you are?"
"M-me?"
The smallest twitch of his lips followed her stuttering. "Yes, you."
"S-Sakura. Sakura Haruno. Mr. Uzumaki's new secretary."
"Sakura," he drawled out her name as though tasting every syllable. "How…exquisite it is to meet you."
Apparently her face could grow hotter. And it did. "It's, uh, nice to meet you too."
The dark pools of his eyes drifted down her face and even lower. "Indeed."
To Sakura's immense relief, the door to Naruto Uzumaki's office opened at that moment and her boss stepped out. But then he stopped cold at the sight of the black haired man standing in front of her desk. His blue eyes flickered from the man, to her, and then back again.
The blonde's eyes narrowed. "Mr. Uchiha. Can I help you?"
Every blood vessel in Sakura's body froze. Uchiha? As in Itachi Uchiha? CEO of Uchiha Technology?
She felt herself sink deeper into her chair. She'd been checking out her boss's boss.
She wanted to utterly die from mortification.