The volume was turned up so high that I could feel the bass vibrating through my seat, and I'm positive that the speed we were going could get us arrested. Of course, that didn't really faze me. We were only going about eighty miles per hour...for now.
"I love the speed on this thing", Itachi says proudly. "It can go so much faster than this"
I gave him a full smile, and leaned further back in my chair. I will definitely not regret this decision...I really would've missed out if I'd rejected him!
"Well, you're the driver", I say casually.
A calm smirk creeps onto his face, and I can feel the speed picking up. "Prepare yourself", he warns me.
I give him a look as if I didn't understand what he was planing. Prepare for what? What's going on?
"I'm gonna turn this highway into my own race track"
I nodded at the idea, not seeing any harm in it. It's not like we're going to go over one hundred miles per hour. He's not that crazy. The speedometer went to 83 to 100 in the blink of an eye. Okay so maybe we're gonna go over one hundred…
"I think we should slow down...we might hit some traffic"
The panic in my voice was clear, so I knew that he would slow down. After all, he seems to really like me, so whatever I say, he ought to listen to if he wants another date! I hope he listens to me! Even I wouldn't drive this fast!
He nods his head, and we go back to our regular speed. Thank god there aren't too many cars around us, this really could've been a bad day if we'd crashed.
"Sorry about that", he says with vibrant shame in his voice. "Safety first"
My heart beat begins to slow down, and everything feels safe again. "It's fine"
For a moment, everything feels still, even though the car is going 75mph. Nothing screams "regret" more than a close to death experience.
"So", he says to break the silence. "You must be excited about the news"
Oh right...the news...the news that could change my life forever. The news that could make make my grandfather and I rich...that news...I wasn't really sure on how I'd actually felt about it.
"I am", I say happily. "I just hope everything works out in the end"
"Oh it will", he says a little too confidently. "And you know, I can easily see you as a one of the characters from the first book"
I roll my eyes, unsure of whether I should feel grateful or insulted. "Which one?", I ask dryly.
"Lyle"
I raise my eyebrow, fully aware of the type of character Lyle was. Sweet, innocent Lyle...at least, that's how he was portrayed on the outside. As far as I knew, he was a side character, a very gay one to say the least; a character with a lively sex life and a vengeful spirit...but I only know this because Kiba told me. He read every book in the icha icha series, and couldn't help but give me a summary of each one.
"You have the same blond hair and bright blue eyes as him", he says sweetly. "You're the perfect height and you have the perfect build for his character"
"Really?"
"Yes, if you were old enough, I'd find a way to make my brother put you in that movie"
I snort at the idea. "You wouldn't pay me enough to be in that movie", I retort dryly. "And it's not like I'm movie star material anyways"
He chuckles, and I'm glad that he's slowing down. "But you've got such a cute face"
I scoff at the compliment. "Good to know"
"Don't like being called cute, do you?"
I cross my arms and turn my face towards the window. "No"
He broadcasts a sly smirk and turns the radio down. "You must get called cute a lot, I bet"
"M-maybe!", I say nervously. "A-and I don't like it!"
He chuckles darkly, and I roll my eyes. God, he can be such a pain in the ass!
"I will refrain from calling you that then"
My face remains straight, and his face remains smug as usual. "You speak so formally", I say quietly.
He narrows his eyes at the road in front of him. "I've grown acustom to speaking formally because of my job", he says as he turns his head towards me with the most genuine smile I've ever seen from him.
I'd almost forgot to ask him about his career. The types of jobs this man could possess were endless. A doctor, a lawyer, a business man, an entrepreneur...he's just so sophisticated and well spoken...and probably way smarter than anyone I know well.
"What do you do for a living?"
We pull off the exit slowly, and I can tell that the question made him happy. "Glad you asked", he begins. "I'm a-"
A car horn interrupts our conversation. How long has that light been green?
"Guess I need to keep my eyes on the road", he says without much worry. "And keep my eyes off of you"
I can't come up with a witty remark, so instead I sit there red in the face the whole car ride, wondering why someone like him was so infatuated with someone like me. What bothered me the most was that he never did tell me about his career. Instead, he changed the topic, and I just sat there nodding my head to every word that left his mouth.
"Whoa"
It was the only word I could come up with at the moment. I'd never been in a room that lit up like this. It was so quiet, and peaceful, and the salmon colored walls that surrounded us added a serenity that I couldn't find in my boring hotel room.
"The perfect place to relax", Itachi says softly.
The decor was simple, yet elegant; pictures of flowers hung on the walls, and the blankets on the massage tables looked like they were made for royalty- only worthy for someone of Itachi's status to touch.
"Perfect", I say as I run my fingertips on the headrest. It's exactly like the movies.
The door opens, and two, tall, plainly dressed men walk in. One had dark skin the color of black coffee and dark eyes like Itachi, and the other had fair skin and golden brown eyes that glistened in the dim lighting. Both of them were undeniably attractive and fit.
"Glad to see you again, Itachi", the darker man says with a smile that showed off his pearly white teeth. "And I see you brought a friend", the lighter one adds.
"Yes, this is my boyfriend, Naruto"
I nod my head in agreement, until the words finally clicked in my head. Boyfriend?! What?!
"Wait! That's not true!", I say in defense.
The two men chuckle, and I give Itachi a menacing glare. "Well, future boyfriend", Itachi says proudly.
"It's our first date", I tell the two men.
They look me up and down, analyzing me like I'm an undiscovered species. "You look kinda young. How old are you?"
I look over to Itachi, who only raises his eyebrows at me. What do I even say? Should I tell the truth?
"That is information that will remain disclosed until it is ready to be brought to the public", Itachi says before I can open my mouth.
The darker man shakes his head, and the other lets out an irritated snort. "You know Itachi, they really are taking this age thing seriously these days...remember what happened last year with-"
"We came here for a massage", Itachi says darkly. "Not to discuss my personal life"
His words immediately shut the two up, and they went right to work. I watched from the massage table as they pulled out a variety of oils and lotions, lathering their hands with strange substances that smelled strong and sweet.
"Aren't you going to get comfortable?"
I turn my attention to Itachi, who is now wearing nothing but a tight pair of white underwear, exposing a bulge so large that you'd think he was smuggling something in there. His muscles rippled as he crawled onto the table and into a position that made him look like he was modeling.
"I'm sure someone with a body like yours has nothing to be ashamed of"
"You're so creepy", I murmur as I begin to strip in front of him. In less than half a minute I'm only wearing my black and white briefs.
"Very nice", he purrs.
"Lie down", the masuese orders.
I didn't appreciate his demanding tone, or the irritated look he was giving me. Oh great! What did I did I do now?
I do as I'm told, putting my head on the headrest so my face is facing the floor, and laying my arms by my side. Don't worry about it, whatever he's mad over doesn't matter to me.
And with all honesty, it didn't. His anger wasn't my problem, but what was my problem was the way his hands were treating me. This massage was no where near gentle or relaxing, and my body was beginning to tense up.
"Ouch", I finally hiss out through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, did that hurt you?"
His unapologetic tone made me angry. He's doing this on purpose.
"Yes", I bite back harshly.
"I didn't know you were so sensitive. I will be lighter on my hands from now on"
You better be you big jerk!
"It's fine", I say as if the situation didn't bother me.
This time, he wasn't as rough, and I was beginning to relax. Strong hands dug into tender muscles and loosened them up, making all of my stress die down. Wow...I didn't know that something like this could feel so good.
"Better?", he asked impatiently.
"Mhm", I moan softly.
I look over at Itachi, who is slowly getting off of the table.
"That was refreshing", Itachi says as he stretches"
The masueses left not long ago, and the smell of body oil still haunted the room. "It was", I say softly.
"You know", he begins. "I'm good with my hands too"
I turn towards him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh really?", I grumble.
He nods his head, and he saunters over to where I'm laying. "Just as skilled with my hands as they are", he says seductively. "Want me to prove it?"
I decided not to respond, mainly because I didn't know how to. The suggestive comment could have meant a lot of things, and I winced when he put his hand on my back.
"Don't be scared", he murmurs. "I'm not going to hurt you"
His finger traced a line from the bottom of my neck to the small of my back, and I immediately began to tremble. "Roll over for me"
I didn't bother to object. Why isn't he like his brother? We're now looking at each other, face to face with nothing to hide. Why was he so quick to want me after I got rejected? Their facial features were so similar, so defined, and they both made me feel the same uncertain nervousness in my stomach.
"D-don't get any weird ideas", I warn him. "I'm not-"
My words were cut off by soft lips and hands around my wrists. Damn it! What if he's a total creeper! What if Sasuke warned me to stay away from him for a reason! Well now was certainly not the best time to make all of these realizations. I was stuck with really nowhere to go and a giant stranger on top of me.
"You're skin is so soft and flawless", he says as rubs his nose against my neck.
"Tachi", I hiss at him.
I'd forgotten that our clothes were still on the floor, so when something large and hard pressed against my thigh, something clicked with in my mind. "We shouldn't be doing this", I warn him.
"There are a lot of things people shouldn't do, but do anyways"
Hands run through my hair and I can feel his tongue gliding softly up and down my neck, and before I can say anything more, he bites down, causing an erotic gasp to escape from my lips. What do I do?! Why does he want to do this here?! What if someone walks in on us?! He'll get into so much trouble!
A/N: Not a long chapter, but I left a good cliff hanger and sadly don't plan on writing the next chapter in Naruto's prospective. I hope you enjoyed!