A/N: Hello everybody! What's up? I just want to apologize for the delay of this chapter—I started writing it almost a month ago, but stopped because I had to update my other stories, too. Today, because it was too sunny and too damn cold outside, I decided to simply sit down and continue writing. This is what came out, so enjoy the chapter!

P.S: Thank you so, so much for all your reviews! You guys are great! XD

Summary: When his father asked him to take the lead of the Uchiha enterprises, Sasuke's thoughts would have never led him to a hot, pink secretary who would change his life forever. //SasuSaku//AU//M for lemons.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Warning: Rated M for lemons

English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

All I Ever Wanted
By The Terrorist

Chapter seven
Have Dinner With Me

Sakura sighed contently as she slipped further into the hot water, loving the way it enveloped her whole, relaxing every fiber of her being. She stretched her legs before her, silently congratulating herself for choosing the bathtub to be as large as possible, and rested her head on its edge.

Being so picky when it came to her things, her home, her life, Sakura couldn't have let anybody else decorate her apartment, or even choosing it—she did it all. And she couldn't love it more, really. The bathroom was large, white and cream being the dominant colors. In the corner, it had the huge bathtub she so much adored and a small floor-to-ceiling window next to it, which allowed enough sunlight to stream in the mornings; that, combined with the colors she had chosen, made the entire room glow, and there was nothing she loved more than taking a relaxing, hot bath on weekend mornings.

On the opposite wall, there was a large vanity, which contained probably all her cosmetic products—and she had a lot of them, trust me; in the opposite corner, there was the—of course—large shower. When she didn't have the luxury—time—to take long baths, she loved to take long showers. Yeah, she loved water, in general.

And she loved being like this—she really did. After a tiring day at work, this was the perfect manner in which she could finally relax and let her mind wander far, far away from everything related to folders, contracts and numbers. Of course, in this case, her thoughts didn't actually take her very far, because the one certain person that was constantly present in her mind had, unfortunately, very much to do with work.

Sometimes…sometimes she wondered what would have happened if she had met Sasuke in a different environment, if he had not been her boss. Would something have happened between them already? Would he have actually seen her? Would she have felt the same interest she did now? The last question might have sounded stupid, but there was no denying that she had often found herself thinking about it—did she feel this way for Sasuke because she couldn't have him?

That certainly didn't sound like her, but, in these past few weeks, she had realized just how much people could actually change. And besides, when it came to guys and relationships, it wasn't like she had much experience. Having dated only two guys in her whole life, how could she be sure she wasn't the type of girl that unconsciously yearned for impossible relationships that, even when they miraculously happened, became the worst mistakes those two certain people had ever done?

The answer: she couldn't. She highly doubted it, however. In a way, she knew that what she felt for Sasuke was so much more than just a simple attraction.

'Gosh, this feels so weird,' she thought, closing her eyes. 'I never thought I'd get to live through such an experience'. And she truly hadn't; she had focused so much on her studies, on her career, that she hadn't even had time to look around her, to notice other people than the ones who were close to her, who were her friends, her family. Although having always been a friendly person, she had never been interested in meeting other people—guys, for that matter. She knew that, if something were meant to happen, then it would, no matter what. That's why she never got all excited and giddy over a guy approaching her, talking to her, or looking interested in her, like her friend did. Nah, she was…how should I put it?—too mature for that.

With Sasuke, however, the situation was different. She felt as if she couldn't get close enough to him, as if all the attention she received for him weren't enough. She wanted him to talk to her, to be next to her every minute of every day. Not to mention that she constantly had to stop herself from reaching out to touch him, from jumping on him, from hugging him, from kissing him…

See? Total weirdness. Sure, he was hot, but she had seen a lot of hot guys in her life—probably not as hot as him, but that's beside the point—and none of them had had this effect on her.

With a sigh, she realized she had spent enough time in the bathtub, since the water was already getting cold, and she decided to get out before she caught a cold. The water splashed around her as she stood up, stepping out of the tub; she took a large, fluffy towel from her heated towel rack, and wrapped it around her, before reaching for a smaller one to dry her hair with. After pulling the plug from the tub, she quietly made her way out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.

The room was large, its walls painted a rather dark shade of grey—because she simply thought it was stylish—and, while the color should do its effect and darken the room, the large bay windows and the light-colored decorations provided it with enough light. Opposite the window, which overlooked the whole city, her queen-sized bed was covered in light beige covers, with somewhat gold pillows scattered here and there. Two nightstands were on each side of the bed, and next to one of them, the door that led outside the room.

On the other two opposite walls, there was the door that led to the bathroom and the one that led to her walk-in closet—which was huge, because she truly needed it.

Crossing the room, she turned on the light, as the city lights reflected through the window were not enough for her to actually see where she was walking, then quietly made her way inside her closet. Trying to decided what to wear had always been a problem for her, since it usually took her more than ten minutes; tonight, however, she simply settled for a light-pink hoodie that came down to her mid-thigh and fell off one shoulder. It was large, soft and comfy, and she needed nothing more.

Her hair was still wet, but would dry quickly, so she pulled it up into a messy bun; heh, it wasn't like that would influence it in any way—her unruly hair had always seemed to have a mind of its own. If she didn't take her time to brush and dry it properly after each and every time she washed it, it would get all fluffy and would curl in all directions and, well, she would look like she had a pink furball on top of her head. However, as she didn't have anything planned for tonight, she guessed she could afford to leave it like this and take care of it in the morning.

The sound of her doorbell ringing brought her back from her thoughts, and she frowned slightly, not knowing who it could be; she hadn't invited anybody over, and it wasn't often that her friends appeared at her door unannounced—Ino used to do this but, after a couple of times when she crossed half of the city, only to find out that she was not home, she gave up, choosing instead to use the cell-phone as another mean of annoying her (err, checking up on her).

Although it wasn't like her to be pessimistic, Sakura couldn't help the worry that washed over her—did something happen? Confused, she walked out of the room, not even bothering with throwing another piece of clothing on, and down the hallway, unlocking the front door as soon as she reached it.

"Sasuke?" she breathed as she saw who exactly was on the other side of the door, sounding as shocked as she felt. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her mind immediately running through all the possible scenarios. She was as sure as heck that the Uchiha didn't know—err, hadn't known where she lived, for she had never mentioned—hell, of course she hadn't. Just imagine how that would've sounded—"Hey, Sasuke, let me tell you where I live!" No. Definitely, not good.

Going back to the matter at hand, if she hadn't told him, then how did he find out? And why? Knowing him, he must have a very good reason for which he was in front of her right now. But he could have a thousand reasons, and not all of them were good ones. In fact, very few were what could be classified as 'good'.

There could be: 1—he came to her because he'd just discovered that he had fallen in love with her; he'd take her to bed and make love to her. 2—he came to her because he couldn't keep away from her any longer; and he'd take her up against the wall. 3—…well, I'm sure you understood what her definition of 'good' was and what exactly it included.

And then there could be bad reasons—and those were countless. "Did something happen?" she asked worriedly, taking in his expression. His face was rather blank, as always, void of any emotion, but those dark pools of his were shining with something akin to worry, anticipation or nervousness—maybe a mixture of all that. She couldn't be sure.

"Hn…" he replied a few moments later, and it occurred to her that he might be hesitating for some reason or another. That's what made her understand that nothing bad was going on—because, despite having known him for only a month or so, she knew that he wouldn't hesitate in giving her (or anybody else, for that matter) the bad news. After all, he was always so blunt and straightforward…yes, she was probably right. He wouldn't hesitate when it came to this.

And still, it did nothing to help her justify his presence here. She frowned in confusion, but felt the need to loosen up the tense atmosphere. "I'll take that as a 'nothing happened, I was just missing you so much that I decided to come here'," she teased, smiling lightly.

Although, at that point, she would have liked that to be true more than anything, she knew it wasn't. But her statement served its purpose. "Hn."Somehow, she knew it did.

"Come in," she told him, smiling, and moved out of the way so that he could enter her apartment. At that, he didn't hesitate, and she softly closed the door behind him, before turning to face him. "So, do you have a reason for being here, or were my assumptions true?" she asked as she began moving towards the living room, knowing that he'd follow her.

"Actually," he started, and she heard him take a deep breath before continuing. "I came here to see if you wanted to have dinner with me." And, just like that, she could have sworn her heart stopped beating for a moment. Was it just her, or did the air inside the room suddenly change? Biting her lip, she came to a stop as soon as they were both in the living room, and slowly turned around to face him.

"Go to dinner?" she asked hesitantly, almost afraid that she had heard him wrong. Think of it as stupid, but it seemed incredible. Well, impossible or not, she had a feeling she had just seen him nod. "Are you serious?"

"Hn," he grunted, a small frown gracing his features. "Why not?"

"Why yes?"

He rolled his eyes. "Sakura, if you don't want to go just say so," he stated, sounding annoyed.

"No!" The word was out of her mouth before she even realized. "I want to go." Of course she did. Besides the fact that she hadn't eaten since lunch—and her lunch didn't consist in much food—and that she had just realized that she was as hungry as heck, she would never refuse such an invitation—not one coming from him. But still, that didn't change the fact that it was rather strange that he had decided, just like that, all of a sudden, to take her out for dinner.

"Then what is it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just…" she trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I mean…You gave me the reason for which you came here. But the one for which you want to take me for dinner?" Was it just her, or did he hesitate, yet again? Sauske didn't hesitate—and, if he did, it didn't happen so often.

"To talk about the contract," he replied steadily a few moments later. Along with his words, realization dawned on her, and she inwardly slapped herself. His reasons were so obvious—of course he wanted to talk about the contract. He was rather new here, and he had yet to meet every client, to understand every single contract after simply reading it. Sakura truly doubted that his father had already filled him in with all the information needed, and she had a feeling that Sasuke wouldn't particularly want him to.

Thinking back to the day when they had lunch with Naruto and Hinata, she could say that she was, most probably, right. She didn't know what Sasuke had against his father, and she knew it wasn't her business to even think about it, so she pushed the thought to the back of her mind and decided to focus on more important matters. Like accepting his offer, for example.

"Okay," she said, barely able to contain her smile. "I'll go with you. But you're going to have to wait till I get ready," she continued, biting her lip lightly. Not that she had much experience in this domain, but she was as sure as heck that none of her ex-boyfriends enjoyed waiting for her so much. Sasuke wasn't her boyfriend, yes, she was aware of that, but he was a man, and she had a feeling that all men had this thing in their blood. Sasuke, as unsociable as he might be, was a normal man, just like all others—and she knew this because she'd seen him at the mall, you know?

"Hn."

"Sit," she said, gesturing towards the couch. "You can watch TV if you want," she encouraged, smiling. "Cause this is going to take a while." It would. She knew it would, and she couldn't find a reason for which to deny or try to hide it.

She knew, before she even reached the bathroom that her hair was a total nightmare, and she mentally cursed herself for not taking her time to dry it properly. Making a silent promise to herself that she would never do that again, no matter her plans—or lack thereof—for the day, she let it loose, cringing at the way it cascaded down on her shoulders in messy curls. It didn't look that bad—actually, she knew many women would stuff their hair with hairspray in order to get that look—but she wasn't particularly fond of it.

In other words, she hated it.

But she didn't have time to deal with this now—it usually took her long to straighten it and even longer to curl it the way she wanted to, and she was sure that Sasuke wouldn't appreciate waiting an hour or even more for her. She'd just have to brush it and pull it off like that was the effect she wanted. Damn it. She applied a bit of foundation onto her face, and quickly did her makeup, which consisted of dark-green eyeliner and a light eyeshadow. 'Lip-gloss at the end,' she told herself, knowing that she'd be chewing on her lower lip every five minutes from now on.

Why? Because choosing her clothes always proved to be a difficult decision when the Uchiha was involved. Now, while she desperately wanted to pull on one of those dresses that clung to her every curve and reached no longer than her butt, she was well-aware of the fact that she couldn't do that. Although that was—whether she wanted to admit it or not didn't actually matter—her intention, Sakura didn't want him to think that's she was trying too hard to get his attention. She wanted his attention—that was for sure—but he had no need to know that.

So, after ravaging at least half of her closet, she settled for a black dress that reached down to her mid-thigh, clinging to her lower body, with kimono sleeves and a rather generous cleavage. To that, she added a pair of black, high-heeled shoes and, overall, she could finally say that she liked her appearance. If it weren't for that damned hair, she probably would have said she looked perfect; this way, she so did not.

With a sigh, she took one last look at herself in the mirror, before turning around and exiting her walk-in closet; she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, tossed it into the nearest matching bag she could find, and quickly exited the room. 'I've made him wait enough,' she thought as she made her way towards the living room. As she got there, it was obvious that was true because he was lazily flipping through the TV channels. And because he looked downright bored.

"Sasuke," she called, attracting his attention, and he turned around so that he could see her. "I'm ready." And, although he only grunted and muttered an exasperated 'finally' under his breath, Sakura decided that she rather liked the way he looked at her.

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When he called Keiko to ask her about Sakura's address, Sasuke knew he wasn't actually thinking properly. Because no person in her right mind would do something like that—not in a situation like the one he and Sakura were in. After standing all of Keiko's nonsense about how she—and I quote—"knew it, knew it, knew it", and how he and Sakura were—and again, I quote—"made for each other", which were all over when, after a good ten minutes spent like this, he snapped and told her to fucking give her the address already, Sasuke truly thought of giving it all up.

He went home and took a shower in an effort to clear his mind—err, to make his mind work again. At some point, he thought it had worked. When thoughts of her infiltrated in his brain again, he realized that it hadn't.

So his mind shut down again for the next half an hour, which was more than enough for him to get dressed, get in the car and arrive to Sakura's place. It was only when he pulled into the parking lot that he realized, yet again, what he was about to do. Again, he thought of giving up. At some point—during those fifteen minutes spent in the silence of his car—he even started the engine and almost backed out of the driveway. Almost being the operative word here.

His brain worked like crazy for the next few minutes, as he tried his hardest to make a good decision, until he realized that, damn it, he didn't even care. He wanted to take her for dinner, period. He would deal with the consequences later; in fact, his actions didn't even necessarily have to have consequences—negative ones, that is. After all, it wasn't like he would barge into her apartment, force her to have dinner with him—for all he knew, she could very well turn him down, or simply have other plans—and it wasn't like, afterwards, he would take her up against the nearest wall, either—although, fuck, he wanted that.

Seeing her in that oversized hoodie didn't help with his self-control, either, and it, most definitely, didn't help him understand his—his own, damn it—body's reactions, either. I mean, every day, he saw her at the office, wearing all those tight little dresses that made him want to rip them off her, all those high-heeled fuck-me-shoes that made him wonder how she'd look with only them on; he saw her with her hair carefully styled, in such a way that made it impossibly hard for him to restrain from touching it, he saw her with her eyes darkened by makeup, with her lips pink and glossy and too damn appealing.

Now, he saw her with that baggy shirt that brought out nothing but her long legs, with her hair pulled back and her face wiped of any cosmetic product—and he could have sworn she'd never looked more beautiful. That had never happened to him before; although he didn't like women that were entirely—like, really—made of plastic, or totally covered in makeup, he had to admit that he had always been more drawn to women that actually looked in the mirror in the morning and that were careful with the way they looked.

That had been before, of course. But before he could ask himself, once again, just how much Sakura had changed him, Sasuke remembered that he'd never even seen a woman without makeup on. Because he'd never appeared unannounced at a woman's place—at anybody's place, for that matter. So yes, in conclusion, Sakura really had changed him—a lot.

"Did something happen?" He didn't fail to hear the worry latched to her tone, and he mentally slapped himself for not thinking that him appearing all-of-a-sudden at her door would scare her. Of course it would. And, although he felt rather bad for that, all he managed to get out of his mouth was a grunt. What the fuck, was he nervous? "I'll take that as a 'nothing happened, I was just missing you so much that I decided to come here'." Fuck, he was. And fuck, she was right.

Uchiha Sasuke was nervous. Uchiha Sasuke feared that his fucking secretary wouldn't accept his invitation to dinner. Uchiha Sasuke didn't even have the guts to ask her out for dinner. Uchiha Sasuke had just realized that he was totally under this woman's control—this woman that barely reached his shoulders without her heels on.

Hn. Itachi would probably laugh his head off—non-stop—for a good half an hour and tease him for the rest of his life, if he were here, if he saw him like this.

As he finally worked up the courage to ask her, his voice was strong and steady, giving no outward sign of distress, and he mentally thanked God for this talent of being able to hide whatever he was feeling. When she kept asking why, he truly believed she was going to turn him down; no other woman had ever turned him down before. And, since Sakura was most definitely not just a random woman, there's no denying the fact that, for a moment, he felt panic bubbling up inside him. It was also then when he realized just how much he actually wanted her to accept his offer and have dinner with him.

"I want to go." Thankfully, she did. "You gave me the reason for which you came here. But the one for which you want to take me for dinner?" Aaand…his mind blacked out. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Three hours. Three fucking hours spent thinking about whether he should ask her for dinner or not, three fucking hours spent contemplating whether that was a good decision or not, three fucking hours spent planning everything, and not even once during those three fucking hours did it occur to him that he should have an explanation for which he was asking her out. Besides the standard: "I think you're hot, and I couldn't get you out of my mind ever since I met you".

And then he remembered the incident from earlier today, and it seemed only normal for him to make a connection between it and his sudden dinner invitation. Despite the flicker of disappointment in her eyes—which, he was sure, had been a product of his imagination—she finally accepted his offer. Sasuke could have sworn he'd never felt better—which was, obviously, stupid.

"Sit. You can watch TV if you want. Cause this is going to take a while." Of course. Because she was a woman. And, damn, she was definitely not kidding when she said that. Although he appreciated her sincerity—because, let's admit it, not every woman would admit something like that; most of them would fake shock and deny it, when receiving a comment about that—there's no denying that fact that, after 20 minutes, he was starting to get rather annoyed. Seriously, what could she possibly be doing in such a long time?

Heh, he knew for sure that he couldn't spend so much time in front of a mirror even if his life were on the line.

Despite that, however, when he finally saw her, he could say that it was worth the wait. Without a doubt, it was. Not that she didn't gorgeous every single day. But that's beside the point.

Being in the same car with her and not being able to touch her was torture—like, really. Despite the fact that he liked having her this close more than anything, Sasuke soon found himself praying to get to that damned restaurant as soon as possible, preferably before he did something rather…inappropriate. Thankfully, his wish was granted.

"So, what do you want to know?" she asked after they had sat down and taken a quick look over the menu.

"Honestly," he answered, sighing quietly. "I'm not really interested in whatever that contract means." After all, he wouldn't have liked to spend the entire evening talking about work, and, if he had to answer her questions in order for that not to happen, then he would. Surprisingly, however, she didn't ask anything—she just smirked, shook her head, and changed the subject. Either she wasn't interested in talking about work, or she had known all along that his reasons for taking her out weren't the ones he'd initially given her. Or maybe she simply decided to let it go and enjoy the dat—err, dinner.

Anyhow, they ended up talking about every single little random thing they could find, and the Uchiha happened to get a lot of useful information. "I already know what you favorite season is," she stated at some point during their conversation, a knowing smirk present on her features. "So, what's your favorite vacation?"

"In general?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, though she could tell that he was most likely teasing her.

"No, you idiot," she teased back lightly, rolling her eyes. "I mean, your favorite vacation—a trip with your family or something that you particularly liked," she explained, before taking a sip of her drink.

Sasuke shrugged. "I don't really have one," he said. "My family always went on trips—I never really cared, though." He saw her shake her head, her green eyes shining with amusement, and he interrupted her before she had a chance to reply, knowing that she would comment on his lack of interest. "Yours?" he asked, feeling—yeah, let's admit it—curious.

"Well, unlike you," she said, giving him a meaningful look, to which he responded by rolling his eyes, "I do have one. One winter—I believe I was thirteen or close to that, anyway—I went with my family somewhere in the mountains. And it was snowing and like…everything was so beautiful. I had the fun of my life," she spoke, grinning. "I remember hoping that it snowed very hard, so that we would get stuck in there," she said, laughing at the way her mind functioned at that time. "The way I saw it, that was the best possible scenario—we wouldn't be able to get out of the house, so we'd end up spending more time there."

"You like winter," he stated confidently a few moments later, having no doubts about it.

"Yeah, I do," she replied, not able to deny it. "I'm not really fond of the cold, but I like snow," she said. "And snowflakes—I love them, really."

He smirked at the way she separated snowflakes from snow, but wasn't able to point out that he'd noticed that long before she said it. "Yeah, I can see that," he told her, glancing meaningfully at the piece of jewelry that adorned her hand. It was a silver bracelet, with a single charm dangling off it—a snowflake.

The pinkette followed his line of view, and wasn't quite able to keep the smile off her face at the knowledge that he had noticed even the smallest detail. But, before that thought could develop into something more, she shook it off, deciding, instead to concentrate on other matters. "And stars," she spoke, then clarified, "I love stars."

Sasuke smirked. So, she loved stars, snowflakes and winter. Her favorite vacation was when she went to a cottage in the mountains, and she had hoped that they would get snowed in. Hn. He'd make sure he remembered that.

The conversation continued to flow easily after that; they talked about basically everything, from childhood memories to future plans. Although he would never admit it, Sasuke was surprised at how easy it seemed to talk to her. He was never a person that would enjoy having long, pointless conversations, but it all seemed to change when Sakura was around. And, not that he would ever say that out loud, but he kind of liked it.

At the end of the night, as he took her home, he seriously contemplated kissing her. But he decided not to. When, afterwards, he felt like punching himself in the face for not doing so, he realized that there would be enough time and opportunities for that.

A/N: I planned on having him kiss her. Really, I did. But then I realized that, if I did that, things would move too fast, and that's not what I want for this story. Action will start shortly, though. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

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