Title: Could this day get any worse?

Pair: Itaoc(ItaYuki)

Commission (for):

Theme: 5. Clip

Genre:Romance

Rating: PG

Warning:

World:AU

Status: Complete

Date started: 10-25-13

Date Finished: 11-5-13

Disclaimer on Art and OC's:

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto copyrighted :iconmasashikishimoto:

Chapters: Drabble

Chapters:
Sequel: Heartrace

Extra:
I know this one took long and so will the other but I couldn't come up with anything at all. First it was Yuki making clips out of flowers. But it was silly so I avoided writing but while watching Doctor who it hit me Itachi and Yuki clipped together. Also I now have an editor :IconAlicia-x-Itachi: stop by on her profile and read some of her stuff ^^

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Yuki blushed as she stared at her boss's muscular chest. He was standing no more
than a few centimeters away. The scent of his cologne and that musky male scent that only belonged to him were making her dizzy.

Itachi, on the other hand was holding on to Yuki's arm, trying to keep the girl from fainting. He was used to this sort of reaction from women. They would normally faint or try to take advantage of the situation of being clipped together with their very sexy boss.

Yuki seemed stuck between both choices; her cheeks were red as her fingers fidgeted, trying to decide what to do next: either try to unclip herself from her boss' tie, or just faint and hope he does it without ruining her outfit.

Itachi sighed. He was already having a bad day as is, and getting tied up with his pretty little secretary was not going to make it better; in fact, it was going to make him late for a meeting with father. Already his father was displeased with him.

Yuki blushed when she felt Itachi raise his hand and pinch the bridge of his nose, brushing her hair in the process. She always liked her boss, but she had never gotten a chance to be this close to him. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. "I guess I will be late," she heard him say. She could feel his warm breath on top of her head, his other hand on her back, holding her in place.

"Sorry," Yuki mumbled. Itachi glanced at her. She was looking down, her hands shaking as she tried unclipping his tie from her name tag. In a way, he felt guilty; he had yet to take out his temper on her, but now that he was relaxing a bit despite being late, he could feel the tension in the room he had created with his foul mood.
"Not your fault," he mumbled.

He moved his hand to help Yuki. When their fingers brushed, both parties finally had to stop and stare at one another.

His red eyes stared into her black eyes, their faces inches apart. "Would you like to join me for lunch after this?" he questioned quietly.

Yuki's cheeks were bright red as she nodded. "Sure,"