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BTW, "quoted italics" means phone conversations. And in case you're wondering, yes the chapter IS supposed to start like so…
Thanks to Beta: Lynn06
[edited 10:12 pm 8/29/2015]
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I moaned and rolled my head back, giving him better access to my neck. Feeling his teeth on my tender skin sent shivers shooting down my spine. He moved to cover my mouth again, pressing his tongue against mine, enticing me to fight back. I moaned again and he leaned further against me, pressing me into the back wall of the club. I knew we were going to end up in a room tonight, the way he kissed me told me exactly what he wanted, and so far, I was willing to give it to him.
I hadn't slept with a man for over two years, so I was a little desperate to get back in the game.
My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, and I groaned. The man I was with pulled back in confusion, his pearl-colored eyes wide and filled with lust. I held up a finger and glanced at the caller ID, Itachi. Sighing, I answered it, "Hello?"
"Ichigo-san, do you have the files from last week?" Was it bad that I knew exactly what he was talking about?
"I'm sorry, boss, I don't."
"Bring them to my house now," Itachi continued like I hadn't said anything.
I suppressed a sigh, and said, "Right away, boss." Flipping my phone shut, I turned to the guy. "I'm sorry, something came up."
My potential fling pouted, "Can't you spare ten minutes?" I shook my head and ducked under his arm to avoid anymore questions.
I waded into the sea of dancing club members, and found Ino and Sakura dancing with the men they had chosen for the night. "Hey, I have to go."
Sakura paused long enough to ask, "Why?"
"Boss wanted something, see ya!" I called over my shoulder as I ran out of the club and hailed a taxi. "Uchiha Corporation, please. And step on it," I told the driver as I shut the door. I could have used the company car, since I had worked there long enough, but all the drivers for the company were probably at home by now. I didn't want to interrupt their night like how Itachi was interrupting mine.
The driver mused from the front seat, "Uchiha Corp, huh? Must be nice working there."
I quirked a smile, "It is, if you don't mind having no life."
The man glanced out of his rear-view mirror at me. "Demanding bosses?"
I shrugged, "You could say that." And like that the driver let the conversation drop. Luckily, we were already pulling into the Uchiha Corp parking lot so there wasn't any awkward silence to deal with. I made him wait for me so that he could drive me to the Uchiha mansion.
Running into office, I took the stairs; the elevator would take to long. Besides, after working for Itachi for seven years, I had grown used to running up and down seventeen flights of stairs in the middle of the night, sometimes only in my pajamas. I zoomed into Itachi's dark office, grabbed the files he wanted plus the ones I knew he would need with them, and ran back down to the taxi just as it started to rain.
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I knocked on the door of the Uchiha mansion while the taxi that carried me here sped off, its driver twenty-five dollars richer. Seiji, the parlor maid, answered the door. She took one look at my dripping self and rushed me in. "Come with me."
I followed the maid down the marble hallway towards Itachi's personal study on the ground floor. Seiji knocked gently and cracked the door open. "Itachi-sama? Ichigo-san is here with the files." I could hear Itachi's low voice say something, but I couldn't make out the words. Seiji opened the door wider and stood aside to let me in. Itachi silently held out his hand, waiting for the file.
I opened my rain-soaked briefcase, which I had thought to grab at the last minute in the office, and pulled out the files from last week. Just as I gave them to him, I sneezed. Itachi flinched and finally met my gaze. I sniffed and shuffled through the briefcase for the other files. "Here are the ones from that file to the present, Itachi-san."
Itachi narrowed his dark eyes and cast a suspicious look at the files in my hand. "You're not sick are you?" Itachi was a major germ freak and wouldn't come near anyone who had so much as the sniffles.
I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Itachi-san, I was caught in the rain on the way here. It's nothing."
To me it may be nothing, but to Itachi, it was the worst thing. "Matsumura!" He called and Matsumura Shizuko, another maid, came in bowing. Itachi waved towards me. "Get her out of here." It would sound rude to anyone else, but I knew he didn't mean it like that. I followed the girl out of Itachi's office, passing Seiji, who was kneeling on the floor, wiping up the water I trailed in. I felt sorry for her, I could only hope that she didn't hold it against me.
As Shizuko lead me back to the front door, Mikoto came out of the parlor. "Ichigo-chan!" She said softly, surprised.
I smiled at her, "Mikoto-san, I was here to give your son something from the office."
Mikoto frowned, she didn't like any of the men in her family bringing work home. Her expression changed when I sneezed again. "Oh dear, you're soaked to the bone! You can't go back out like that. Come."
Silently, I followed her. Though the Uchiha men were closed off, Mikoto was nothing like them. She actually treated me like a human being, and not another robot. "So, how's work been?" She asked as she poured me a glass of hot chocolate.
I rubbed my hands in front of the fire she had ordered to be built for me. "Same old."
The older woman laughed, "I'm sure you don't want to talk about work do you? Not with you living it twenty-four hours a day!" I smiled, I truly liked the Uchiha woman. She seemed to know what I was thinking all the time.
Mikoto handed me the mug filled to the brim with warm chocolate. I blew on it to cool it down, and took a long sip. That was another thing I liked about the older woman; she had many servants, but that didn't make her any more arrogant. In fact, the place you could most often find her was in the kitchen, helping. If only her good nature had been passed on to her sons, even in the smallest amount. Those two took after their father: stern, stoic, and jackasses.
We talked for a good hour until my clothes were dry and I felt better. Mikoto walked me out and called for their personal driver. When I tried to turn her down, she insisted. "It is the least I could do, after Itachi made you come all the way here in the rain and didn't even send for a driver to pick you up. Have a good night and happy birthday!" She said as she closed the door. I shook my head. While it was a surprise for Itachi to remember my birthday since I hadn't mentioned it since I had first started working with him, I always knew Mikoto would remember it simply because she was that kind of person.
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