Due to an overwhelming desire for this, I present to you: a continuation of my first prompt for Corporate! I left it on kind of a cliffhanger since I'm debating writing this as a full-fledged fanfic once I finish up a couple of my current ones. So please don't kill me for the ending. DX Or the lack of smut.
Prompt: Corporate
Request: Worker Orihime is falling in love with her boss, Kurosaki Ichigo. (Requested by Star-chan!)
Disclaimer: Bleach and all characters, etc. belong to Tite Kubo. All rights reserved.
Glancing up from the stack of papers he was supposed to be going over, Ichigo caught sight of his auburn-haired assistant through the large window in his office wall. At first, he couldn't understand why the architect had decided to put it there in the first place. If he was being completely honest with himself, he was pretty damn pissed when he came home from a lengthy business trip to find a gaping hole in his office's wall. Of course, once he had gotten a good look at his new assistant, his anger had died instantaneously.
Shortly before his business trip, his previous assistant had informed him that she would have to resign from her position due to her husband being transferred to Kyoto. Although he was disappointed to be losing such a dedicated worker, he was happy to hear that she was more than willing to do the interviews for her replacement for him. No doubt to save him the hassle, which he was thankful for.
Although his office walls sufficiently blocked out the noise of phones ringing, keys clacking on computer keyboards and idle chatter of his co-workers, Ichigo could distinctly see that his assistant was struggling with something. Whatever it was, it caused a bright blush to warm her cheeks and Ichigo couldn't stop the thoughts that were now running rampant in his mind.
No matter how hard he tried to squelch those thoughts, his desire to simply pin her to a wall and claim her plump lips in a searing kiss because more and more intense. Of course, the fact that she always came to work wearing form-fitting pencil skirts that showed off her hips and the curve of her ass and blouses that showed off her ample chest didn't help calm his fantasies in the least. Trying to ignore the sudden heating of his blood at the mental image of his assistant crying his name out in the throes of passion, Ichigo turned his attention back to the stack of papers before him. Perhaps some mind-numbing paperwork would get his mind off of her.
Unfortunately, Fate seemed to have other plans.
Just as he was marking something that needed to be re-evaluated on the report, a tentative knock greeted his ears moments before the door opened.
"Kurosaki-san, I've brought those papers you asked for."
Refusing to glance up at the sound of her voice, just on the off-chance that he would give in to his desires, he grunted. "Put it on the table, would you?"
The sound of rustling papers greeted his ears, followed by tentative footsteps headed towards the door. Setting his pen down, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes roving over her rounded bottom as she made to open the door.
Without thinking, he called out to her, "Inoue, wait a second."
As she turned towards him, confusion shining in her wide, brown eyes, Ichigo found himself floundering for something to say. His lips curved upwards as a smirk graced his features as she fidgeted under his gaze; she probably wasn't even aware that she had.
"Y-yes?" she stammered, a faint blush rising in her cheeks.
"Have you heard anything about the Miyazaki account yet?" Ichigo mentally kicked himself. 'Way to sound like a work-crazed jackass.'
"Ah… Not yet, but I'll be sure to inform you when I do."
Seeing the dejected look on her face, Ichigo rose to his feet and slowly closed the distance between them. Without a second thought, he reached up and wound a lock of her hair around his index finger. He noticed her eyes widening as her breath seemed to catch in her throat and her body stiffened slightly, as if she wasn't sure what to do in this sort of situation.
"Thanks for being such a great assistant, Inoue," he murmured. His blood was pounding so loudly in his ears that he almost didn't hear her response.
"I-it's really not a problem, Kurosaki-san. I'm just doing my job," she stammered.
Just as Ichigo was about to say to hell with protocol and capture those sweet lips in a kiss, she took a step backwards, breaking the spell she seemed to have him under.
"I…I should get back to work."
Dropping his hand to his side as if he had suddenly been filled with lead, Ichigo tried to hide his disappointment by replacing his stoic demeanor. "Thanks for gathering those papers for me."
He watched as she nodded jerkily and all but ran out of his office and to her desk. After a moment, Ichigo sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he returned to his chair. Leaning back, he stared absently at the ceiling.
'Inoue, why do you have to be so damn tempting?' he thought miserably. 'You have no idea how badly I want to tell you how I feel about you.'
Frowning, he shook his head as a determined glint shone in his amber eyes. Kurosaki Ichigo hadn't become one of the youngest CEOs in the Tokyo business district for nothing. He knew what he wanted and come hell or high water, he always managed to obtain it.
As he set his gaze on his assistant, a knowing smirk curved his lips. She had no idea what she was in for, but Ichigo couldn't wait to put his plans into motion.