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Chapter Ten
-Battle of the Beauties-
Natsumi walked into the front of the building, looking around the massive area. The walls were made of windows and everything was nice and clean, a small sitting area scattered around the lobby. She had made sure to dress conservatively today, since she would be visiting him in his office. She had on an expensive pair of black pumps, a black pencil skirt with a slit up the back, stopping mid-thigh, and a black button up dress shirt. She was even wearing a necklace Akito had gotten for her, that was his family's insignia, made up of a cut ruby and diamond.
Her hair was done perfectly, falling just above her shoulders. Her matching bag hanging in the crook of her arm and the bag holding hers and Akito's homemade lunch in the other. She walked towards the front desk and smiled at the woman. "Hello, I'm Natsumi. I'm here to see my fiancé, Akito."
"Oh my." The elder woman seemed to brighten. "You're a lot prettier than you are in your pictures Miss Natsumi. Yes, Mr. Uchiha is on the fifth floor, that's his office."
"Thank you." She nodded and headed towards the elevator. It had been a little over a week since the news fiasco. She'd actually changed her behavior and was acting like the perfect little wife. It was boring, and somewhat irritating, pretending to be so controlled. But Akito seemed to like it, and he was in a better mood now that she had 'calmed down'. At least he was happy, probably because he thought he didn't force her into the change, when technically he didn't, but it was for him.
They seemed to be getting along better, though she still didn't talk to him the way he wanted her to. But that wouldn't change any time soon. She stepped out of the elevator and looked at the names listed, finding Akito's. It wasn't that he wasn't wonderful, or nice, or anything. She just couldn't get the fact that they were forced to be married out of her head. But still…at times she felt…she stopped when she turned the corner, going wide eyed.
A bit down the hall was a slender, fiery haired woman, who was dressed formally, but her exposed chest seemed to draw every eye, even her own. Natsumi hurried back around the corner and let out a deep breath. Never in her life had she felt challenged by another woman, until now. Did she really work here with Akito? She grimaced, feeling something. She stopped her thoughts and glanced back around the corner. Was she jealous? She shook her head and set down her purse and her bag, undoing a few buttons on her own shirt, to where it was still considered modest but alluring. She pushed up her breasts and messed with her hair a bit before taking her things once more and turning the corner with a confident strut.
She stopped when she was in front of the woman's desk. "I'm here to see my fiancé, Akito, is he in his office?" she asked, trying to seem pleasant, but at the same time threatening.
The woman held up her hand from her spot behind the desk, signaling that she wanted Natsumi to be quiet. Anger flared, and before she could comment about her manners, and how unprofessional she was being, the woman spoke up.
"Yes Mr. Simpson, I will make sure he knows straight away. Next Tuesday at one-thirty, the southern courthouse. Mhmm. Uh huh. Yes. Okay then! You have a great day!" she said perkily, reaching up and clicking the Bluetooth that was connected to her ear, previously hidden by her hair. Her kind look faded and she raised a brow at Natsumi, as if she didn't belong there. "Can I help you?" she asked.
Natsumi had to physically prevent herself from rolling her eyes and giving this woman a piece of her mind. "Yes actually you can. I'm here to see my fiancé. Is he in his office or not." She demanded, becoming all the more irritated with this woman's presence.
"And your fiancé is…?" she asked, her tone insinuating that she thought the woman before her was stupid.
Oh this harlot was just asking for it. "Uchiha Akito." She seethed out.
Unfazed, she pulled out a book and flipped it open. It was a calendar of the week. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked, looking back up at Natsumi.
"Of course I don't have an appointment! I can see him whenever the hell I want to you bimbo!" She froze then. Whoops. That was only supposed to be in her head. "Look." She ground out, holding her hand up, palm out. "Just tell me if he's in there or not, or I'll just go find out myself."
Sighing, Heather stood and leveled her with a glare. "I was not given instructions as to whether or not you are allowed to visit Akito during business hours. On top of that, I cannot have you just wondering around. This is a civilized place, after all." She sneered, somewhat politely. "So if you do not remove yourself from the premises, I will have no other choice but to call security, Miss Sabaku. Though I trust you are familiar with that process."
Natsumi's jaw literally dropped, but the retort only fueled her anger. "Go ahead and call them." She smirked, but it was far from friendly, or even taunting, and did nothing to hide the icy glare she was giving Heather. "By the time they get here, your pretty little face is going to be about as appealing as a seventy-five year old man's ass."
"Is that a threat?" Heather leaned forward.
The pink haired woman scoffed, "Of course it is. And as you have clearly read…I beat the crap out of a man twice my size, you think I can't take you on? I'd snap you like a toothpick."
Before anything more could be said, Akito walked down the hall, wearing black slacks and a white button up shirt, and a pair of reading glasses, looking over a brief. "Hey Heather, I need you to call Donovan and ask him if he can get me those files on the Furguson Case." he ordered, looking up and taking in the scene before him. "Natsumi? What are you doing here?" he asked, slightly confused.
Heather straightened and gave her boss a smile, pushing her chest forward a bit. "Miss Sabaku came to see you sir. I was just directing her to your office, if you are not too busy." She said.
"I'm never too busy for Natsumi." He said, waving her over. "My office is this way." Natsumi turned and followed him, glancing back and sticking her tongue out at the horrible woman. So this woman was his secretary. That didn't bode well. Everyone knew what lawyers did with their attractive secretaries.
They walked down the hall, where there was a large set of oak double doors. He opened one, and held it for her to enter. After he did he shut it and gave her a small smile. "This is a pleasant surprise. Can I ask what it is for?" he asked, looking over her form.
"I, uh," she paused seeming to forget her reason for coming in the first place. "Oh." She blinked and held up the bag. "I made you lunch and thought…I could bring it to you. Is that your secretary?" she asked quickly, staring up at him, locking her gaze with his.
His brow furrowed at her sudden question. "Yes. Why?" he asked.
"I want you to fire her." She said seriously.
He tilted his head to the side, showing his confusion. "Do you have a reason for such a request?"
"Just look at her Akito." She gestured to the door. "She's so gross and dirty, and she obviously wants to have sex with you." Then she froze, her gaze leaving his before quickly returning. "Unless she already has and now is pissed cause' she can't anymore." She felt her stomach drop. She wasn't stupid to think Akito had never done anything with a woman before, but the fact that one of them could possibly be right down the hall, tangible, and right in front of her, made everything seem very surreal.
"Natsumi." He said, halting her train of thought. "Not only has it been a long time since I have been with a woman, but I have never been with one that I work with, whether it is directly or through a client. It just isn't advised. On top of that, you do not need to worry, I will remain faithful to you, and you alone." He smirked slightly. "But, if it would make you happy, I will be sure to hire a new secretary. One that could be my grandmother. How's that?"
"I'd prefer a man." She said softly, looking off, crossing her arms over her chest.
His smirk widened. "Do you want him to be gay or straight?" he asked. "Though I would prefer a straight man."
"I think we both would prefer him to be straight," she pointed at him, glancing back up only to have a light blush dust across her cheeks. "Stop staring at me you weirdo." She huffed, walking over to his desk and pulling out a box. "I made you a tradition Japanese bento box. It's got sushi, rice, some meats, since I know you like steak, and fried vegetables."
He smiled and walked up behind her, looking at everything she had prepared. "Thank you." He murmured, kissing her cheek before moving around his desk and taking a seat, putting away the papers in his hands.
Her blush was only darker now as she placed the box down in front of him and offered him a pair of chop sticks. "Well I didn't have anything else to do, and I'd never been here, so I thought why not." She shrugged, acting as if it were no big deal.
"Feel free to come up for lunch whenever you like." He said, opening his bento and breaking apart his chopsticks. "Your company is preferred over the people here."
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Wow really? People here are worse than your wife who tries to make your life miserable?" she smirked.
He chuckled. "What can I say? They aren't as fetching as you are." He complimented, taking a bite. "This is really good."
Natsumi shrugged, smiling at him. "Thanks." she looked around the office, noting it was very similar to his study at home. "Well, that's really all. So I guess I'll just go ahead and head home now. I don't want to keep you from your work. You sound really busy."
He paused in eating and looked up at her. "You're not going to stay?" he asked. "I mean," realizing that he sounded almost pouty, he tried to phrase it differently. "You don't have to leave, if you don't want to. My lunch break lasts from twelve to one-thirty, so we have time."
"Oh well…" she blushed, leaning her back against the door and gripping one of the knobs. "I dunno. I was going to go shopping and…just…you know what. Yeah, I'd like to stay." She smiled, moving away from the door and sitting down in one of the plush seats in front of his desk. She took out another box that was in the bag before, folding it up and placing it in the seat beside her.
She broke her own chopsticks and started eating, simply looking around once more as if to try and memorize the office. Akito gave her an incredulous look. "You had your own lunch in there, and you weren't initially going to stay and eat with me?" he asked, hiding the slight hurt he had felt that the knowledge.
"I actually made you two…since I didn't know how hungry you would be. And I wanted to make sure you had enough. Since…I've never really cooked for you before and you never have the same appetite so it's been difficult to assess." She blushed, poking at a rice ball.
He blinked, caught completely off guard by her admission. "Oh, well…thank you. Again." He said, moving a few things around in his bento. "So, how has your day been so far?" he asked her.
"It's been ok, nothing to report really. Got up, took a shower, went shopping for supplies to make you lunch, then made it, and then brought it here." She shrugged, beginning to eat, which by now he knew meant she was starting to relax. "But I had an awful run in with that disgusting whore of a secretary. She was going to call security and try and have me removed. I tell you, she does not know who she's dealing with." She huffed, biting angrily into her sushi roll.
He bit back a chuckle. "So that's the commotion I heard." He said, taking a bite of his steak. "You know, when you're angry, you have quite a way with words." He smiled at her.
"I can't help it," she whined, giving him a small pout. "I'm like a puffer fish. I'm cute and adorable but if you make me mad, I'll huff and stab you with my little needles of violent words." She huffed, making a little stab with her chopsticks for emphasis.
Unable to hold it back any longer, he laughed, really and truly laughed. And as he did so, he felt his stress of the day evaporate from his shoulders. Natsumi just blinked, staring at him as if he were crazy. Had what she said really been that funny? "Um…are you ok?" she asked, leaning a bit forward. "Are you on some kind of medication or something?"
"If I say I am, can we play doctor?" he asked, his laughter turning into light chuckles.
She arched a delicate brow, slowly standing and walking around his desk. "Are you trying to instigate something sexual? Mr. Uchiha?" she asked, running her finders across his broad shoulders as she passed behind him and then sat down on the edge of his desk.
His eyes widened slightly in surprise and he looked up at her. He honestly hadn't thought she would do that, brush it off and blush maybe, but not that. And she looked so sexy in her work clothes too. "Possibly. Are you going to indulge me, Doctor Natsumi?" he asked, turning his chair slightly to better face her.
She smirked, touching his lips with her index finger to silence him. "As a doctor no longer in practice, I can only tend to people who are in dire need. Would you qualify?"
"Oh yes, I do believe I am." He said against her finger, the corner of his mouth tilting slightly in a smile.
"Well then," she leaned forward, removing her finger, her lips only a centimeter from his. The door opened, making both of them look over, but not move from how close they were. Heather walked in, taking in the scene.
She did not look happy, but focused her gaze on Akito. "Sir, Donovan is on line one for you."
"Thank you Heather. I will take it shortly." He said. When she didn't leave, he raised a brow. "Was there more you needed to tell me?" he asked.
"N-no sir." She stuttered, quickly exiting the office and shutting the door. Akito sighed, knowing that his moment with Natsumi was probably lost now.
"You were right, I need to fire her." He said.
"Well I think I'm going to head home then, since I don't want to be in your way. I'll see you tonight." She waved, grabbing her purse and heading towards door. "Kick some butt," she smiled as she opened the door, disappearing behind it.
Akito sighed and threw away the trash to both of their lunches. Before the day was over, he swore to himself, he would fire Heather for interrupting him.