A/N: Sorry for the forever late update my dears. I've been dealing with finals, and taking in my first few weeks of summer with leisure, hope you aren't too mad! Anyways, chapter three for your enjoyment, get ready for some ridiculous flirting ;)

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Nine AM loomed like spider in the corner. I knew if I left it there and didn't start throwing shoes at it, or in this case face up to talking to someone I didn't know, that it was going to eat me alive. Though, I hoped Naruto wasn't a cannibal. Damn, I'd been watching way too much Hannibal again….Mads Mikkelsen was sexy though…

Oh gosh dangit, get it together Sakura, just go talk to the boy, it's not like he's a leper! My inner chided. Fine, I skulked back to her, and rose from my desk in search of my newest acquaintance.

Stepping from my office, a few paces to my right, an open door waited. I could hear shuffling from inside and was surprised when soft Morrissey song began drifting from said door. I liked this kid already. With renewed confidence I strutted the few steps left to the door and knocked softly on the doorframe.

"Just one sec," a deep muffled voice called from the form bent under the desk, messing with chords.

I took the fleeting moment to check out the office. Orange walls, indie band posters, same desk and MacBook I had. His desk was messy, typical boy. Pictures littered the walls where Band posters weren't. Comfy, plush black recliners and a matching sofa sat in front of his desk for clients, and I could see another table behind the desk that had a mini fridge and a microwave. Underneath the table were at least twelve industrial sized boxes of ramen. Hinata would have had a fit; she hated that stuff. Always complained about how bad it was for your body. Blah blah blah, that shit was delicious.

The Blond God that rose from underneath the chair and turned to me in a green spinney chair, was possibly the most charismatic man I'd ever met.

"Hey, you must be the newbie! Sakura, right? I'm Naruto." He stood, tall and clumsy, and walked over to me, thrusting his hand out in the process. I shook it firmly like my male friends back home taught me. His smile widened, he was pretty adorable...were those whiskers tattooed on his cheeks? He was hot, not like the demon three doors over though….

"Nice to meet you," I managed, thankfully, without a stutter. " Um, my letter said you could help me. I needed to get my computer set up…."I trailed off, hoping Gaara had filled him in on the fact that I would need his help.

"Oh, yeah! Of course. One minute." He smiled, dropped my hand, and strode over to the phone on his desk. A second later he was talking to someone from IT. I took a minute to study him.

He wore frayed khaki cargo shorts, a t-shirt with Bela Lugosi on it (this was definitely my kind of kid), had a shock of bright blonde hair spiking in every direction, and was also shoeless. Hmm. Odd. Were they environmentalists or something? I glanced around and spotted some beat up chucks behind his desk. Well, at least he had shoes….

Before I could contemplate too much more, he was in front of me again. "Come on Sakura-chan, Lee will be on his way shortly."

I smiled not minding the suffix, "Thank you, Naruto." I began to leave his office and he followed. "You don't have to come, I can find my office again." I giggled.

He gave me an amused look. "Well, I would hope so. Lee is a flirt, a very bad flirt. And I don't mean he flirts with everyone, I mean he's just bad at it. And, well, you're hot, he's gonna hit on you….and I'd like to avoid you pressing sexual harassment charges your first day. Most make it through the first week…"

"Seriously?" I was shocked.

He giggled, "No, silly, but I still don't want him bothering you. He's not a threat, just doesn't have any mojo. Good guy though, wouldn't hurt a fly."

That made me feel better, at least. I didn't need a creepy staler. Well, Gaara maybe…

"Sakura, this is Lee. Lee, Sakura. She's not interested, don't get any ideas." The guy I'd just walked into my office to find's, face fell.

Honestly, he flirted with girls? He had to be the biggest fruitcake I'd ever seen. He had a bowl cut, very Spock/Star Trek hair. I resisted the urge to Vulcan salute him, and concentrated instead on smiling and shaking his hand.

When I smiled, his resolve seemed to recover. "Not interested, eh? Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?" He wiggled all too bushy eyebrows, I had some tweezers in my purse….I never trusted anyone with bad eyebrows.

"No, sorry. Not really looking for anyone." I smiled "apologetically" and Naruto winked at me. I damn well was looking for someone, he was two doors over with red hair and eyeliner, and was I seeing things or did he have a tattoo on his forehead. The more I thought about him, the hotter he became.

"Okay, Lee. So how about that laptop?" Naruto rubbed his hands together enthusiastically, attempting to distract Lee from staring at my face, or my boobs. Neither were too disappointing….

I smiled, and studied Lee too, trying to assess him. That's what I did. I assessed people, tried to get in their head. See how they worked, based on how they looked. I found people profoundly interesting, and Lee wasn't lacking in personality.

Aside from the Spock cut, he wore a sickeningly green short suit. As in green suit jacket, lighter green shirt, and green dress shorts. Then came the ungodly orange legwarmers the color of Naruto's walls. This guy was begging for a fashion intervention. Somehow, though, his dorkiness made it work. He too, wasn't wearing shoes…this was becoming more and more interesting.

Naruto pulled my rolling chair out for me and motioned for me to sit while he and Lee stood behind my desk fixing up my computer.

They were done by 10:05 AM, giving me utoplenty of time to fill out the papers that Gaara wanted by 11:00.

Naruto left, dragging Lee out by the ear when he tried to get a date with me, ma Iiking me promise to come to him if I needed anything during the day. I smiled, promised I would, and logged into my fancy new Mac.

This thing was sent from heaven. I loved it. I'd had one in college, but it had gotten stolen a few months ago out of my car during finals week. Thankfully, nothing I hadn't already turned in wasn't on there. Having one back in my possession was a dream.

I logged into my company email. There was a message from corporate with all my forms, and a more recent on from Gaara.

To: Haruno Sakura

From: Sabaku no Gaara

I trust everything is going well. I heard Naruto chastising Lee for hitting on you. I'll talk to him. Let me know if he does it again. I won't have you being harassed, except by me. ;) Now, get to work Mrs. Haruno, I expect those papers in my inbox by 11:00.

Gaara

Did he actually just say he was the only one allowed to harass me? Holy shit. Why did I find that so hot. Because it was…. Oh, yeah, it was.

To: Sabaku no Gaara

From: Haruno Sakura

Yes, sir. They'll be ready. I'd have them done quicker if a certain red head weren't distracting me with his emails…

Sakura

I waited a few minutes, but there was no reply. On to my papers I went. I filled out questionnaires about my personality and ethics, reruns of papers I'd filled out before. There were a few about the type of things I looked for when hiring and I answered them honestly. Others were legal papers, saying it was okay to get a copy of my birth certificate, high school transcripts, and a criminal record. I wasn't worried about any of it in the least.

At 10:45, I emailed them to Gaara. Then I panicked. I was going to have to see him. Like, immediately. I wasn't sure if I could deal with that.

Dutifully, however, I trudged to his office. He looked up when I knocked gently on the doorframe. The crooked smile he gave me was heart-stopping, panty-combusting, and ovary-explodingly beautiful. My breath caught at the mischief in his eyes. I was stunned. I have never been stunned by a smile and a look. I hope my panic didn't register on my face.

The whirr and ding of the printer captured his attention, freeing me for the moment, and I sucked in a ragged breath. Shit he's gorgeous.

He stood with my papers in hand. "If you'd be so kind to sign your soul over now," he said as he looked up. "The dotted line, is waiting."

I nodded mutely and walked to where he'd laid the papers across his desk making it easy for me to sign one right after the other.

"Good," he said once I finished. "You officially belong to Diamond and Dead now, and for all intensive purposes, you currently belong to me." Was I reading too much into this, or was that incredibly sexual?

I didn't care, it was hot. He was hot. Mmmfff.

And he was giving me that crooked, mischievous, get in my bed grin again. Dear God…

"So," he said when I remained obnoxiously mute, "How'd you like Naruto?"

"Oh," I said, thankful for the change of subject. "He's adorable!" Gaara's brow furrowed. Why? "I mean, like a puppy. He's bouncy and sweet. He seems fun, loyal."

"He is," Garaa smiled again; genuinely, this time. "He's my best friend. We've been partners in crime since we were four. His parents adopted me when I was ten, and mine died. I owe him a lot. I'm glad you like him."

The breath whooshed out of me. That was a shock. "That's so sweet." I said, and smiled up at him.

He smirked, "He's a character. He'll annoy the shit out of you too, but he means well. What about Lee, you like him?" He quirked an eyebrow in question as he gathered my papers, stuffed them in a file and sat back down behind his desk. He motioned for me to sit on the red leather sofa in front of his desk before I answered.

I cringed at the question. "He's quite….exuberant, to say the least."

Gaara chuckled lowly. "He's another good friend. Incredibly smart. Ridiculously nerdy. Doesn't have a clue about women."

"Yeah, I can tell." I rolled my eyes, and Gaara gave me a bemused smile.

He glanced down, and then peeked back up at me innocently through thick lashes. He had a pouty face that I knew had gotten him anything he wanted as a child. What I wasn't expecting was the question he asked next.

"So, I distract you Sakura?"

My breath hitched, "Yes," I answered, barely a whisper.

He smirked again, looking all too happy with himself as he leaned back in his chair, hand behind his head. his stomach stretched taut, and from my vantage I could see a peek of pale skin and a dusting of dark red hair leading into his sexy, rugged jeans.

I averted my gaze immediately, cheeks heating. I could sense his smug little grin, when he said, "Good to know. Go to lunch Sakura, I'll collect you for the meeting later."

I flashed out of his office, completely mortified, but not before catching a soft chuckle and the wicked glint in his eye. God, what had I gotten myself into?

To make matters worse, the first thing I though about once safely in my office was that that obnoxious red hair must be natural, if the hair on his stomach was any indication. That led to another blush and near nosebleed and hot flash as I began to muse of wear that cute smattering of tummy hair lead to….

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A/N: So there's your third chapter. Sorry it's still the first day, but I really like them flirting, and Sakura still needs to meet everyone. The next chapter will be the last of the first day and then things will start getting heated, I promise ;) Thank you for reading/reviewing and remaining faithful to the story, I appreciate it more than you know! Hope you enjoyed!