Everything in my life

by Porcelain.Memories

An ORPHAN child with a dark past,HARUNO SAKURA is acclaimed to be the BEST cold-blooded CIA AGENT and ASASSIN, training under OROCHIMARU. But the price she paid was loneliness and inability to love. That, until she is being entrusted with a crucial MISSION:protect SASUKE and his reputed company from a secret exclusive CRIMINAL organization,while posing as his personal MAID.

5. More than just a man - nearly exposed

CHAPTER 4

7.20 a.m, Japan, Tokyo, Uchiha Sasuke`s personal villa

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

His surprisingly calm voice filled the air. If the situation was different, Sakura would have probably been enchanted. His voice was a low baritone, with a smooth, almost seductive note, but filled with venom. He practically spit the words to her. Ok, so he was mad at her.

And this was the exact moment she was pulled out of her frightened induced state of mind and turned around to face him. And when she did, she indeed saw exactly just what kind of man Sasuke Uchiha was. He was not a snobby heir, with bald or pimples or moles or ants. And definitely not a small one either.

There in front of her, stood a God.

And Sakura`s jaw promptly and unceremoniously hit the floor.

"O…..M…G".

Sakura was petrified. She couldn't pull any muscle to move her body, or do something for the matter. She was not sure she was even breathing anymore. Never in her life would she have expected her boss to be…like this!

In her scared and now shocked state, she took her time to study Sasuke Uchiha for the first time in her life ok. Could anyone be so kind to explain to her just how in the world was it possible for a human being to look like her new and angry out of his mind boss and not be declared the eight world wonder?

Dear Lord, was he even human? She began to seriously flirt with the idea of him being an alien or some inter-dimensions traveler. Or maybe he was an angel fallen from the sky. She didn't even know where to start to stare. He was amazing, gorgeous, handsome like no other, even beautiful, he was perfect. It was the only known word to give him credit for how stunning he really looked like. Everything less than absolutely ravishing would be an understatement.

He was tall all right and his height only enhanced the absolutely delicious body he had. He was slim and extremely fit, not bulky like some obsessed gorillas that had a disgusting sense of pride of their pumped with pills and so called muscles. It was blatantly obvious that he was training.

His perfect sculpted muscles, lean and defined, with no trance of fat or misshape, were the best proof of this. His shoulders were broad and sculpted, as well as his hands. God the man gave Adonis a run for his money. The things he could do with those lean and long fingers of his…and those biceps were a sight to behold.

Sakura was not been able to see the rest of his torso for he wore a dark blue T-shirt with a V-neck cut, probably the pajamas, but she sure as hell saw the prominent and trained abs, protruding from the thin cotton fabric. And the man had an eight-pack to add to the breathtaking figure. She felt her mouth started to water and there wasn't any Tiramisu cake involved this time…

He had really long legs, and from what she was able to see, giving the black and tight shorts he wore, it was just as beautifully sculpted as the rest of his body. His defined calves were in perfect balance with his Adductor longus and Rectus femoris muscles.

Sakura was no fool, she knew just how many hours of work and complex moves one needed to have such a perfect figure. One should work all his body properly and all the muscles at the same time. And she had an idea of exactly what moves were required, for she was a black belt fighter herself. Not that her paralyzed brain was able to make the connections at that point…

Then another striking thing about him, was definitely his hair. God Sakura didn't think it was possible for a man or human for the matter, to have such a unique color. And she was almost certain the man was not changing his hair color like some rock star.

His hair was completely black and luscious. It was amazing; it looked exactly like the kind of hair men have in those shampoo commercials. But his was 100% natural. It was like a raven's wing. And it looked soft as silk as well. She suddenly felt the urge to go and run her hands on it to feel the texture. And not only was his hair the darkest and most beautiful shade of black she ever saw, but some locks had a hue of deep blue in it. Like a bolt of lightening.

And the hairstyle was definitely a big plus. In the most natural and nonchalant way possible, his slightly curly hair was sticking upside on the back and some longer asymmetric bangs were framing his perfect sharp face. A little messy, the man probably didn't have time to comb it (she secretly hoped he didn't) but it looked so perfect on him. She met anime obsessed people that were desperately trying to sport such a hairstyle, but he was pulling it like a pro, with no effort whatsoever. It was beautiful.

But probably the most breathtaking part of him was his face. God she only saw something so gorgeous in the portraits of John Singleton Copley, Rembrandt van Rijin or Caravaggio. Maybe one of the oil paintings has come to life. It took a genius to create such features.

Sasuke had a perfect shaped oval face, with strong defined lines. A sharp jaw line, high and defined cheek bones and a small and straight nose, gave him an enchanting and noble aura. My God, Sakura knew Uchihas were some kind of royalty, in terms of a long and glorifying history, but never did it come so shockingly obvious. In terms of regality and noblesse, this man looked like Caesar. She wouldn't be surprised if she was to find out he was the ruler of Rome.

His lips were just as beautiful as the rest. Not to thin and not too large, but full nonetheless and heart shaped. It was such a sensual sight , it made her question just how much would she be able to feel if she were to kiss him right on the spot.

And his eyes. Heavens, if they weren't strikingly gorgeous. They were almond shaped, but surprisingly not the small Asian type. They were big and full of energy. Sakura, as probably as the rest of the 99% of world's population, was honest when admitting that she has never seen natural and real black eyes in her life. She was sure it wasn't even such a color in the world, but a really dark shade of brown. And Sasuke`s were pure black, without any trance of doubt.

For a man, he had a surprisingly white, pale and clear skin. No scratches or blemishes whatsoever. Such a milky and probably soft skin, was exactly what it took for this man to make any woman jealous. Sasuke should be taken in the name of science, and studied under microscope. His genes were probably more miraculous for complexion than a snail` s slime, in terms of collagen, elastin and dermal components that repair the signs of photo aging. This man was the downfall of all cosmetic brands.

A barely visible hue of grey surrounded his irises. And the amount of emotion he was able to portray in those black endless orbs was frightening, but alluring, at the same time. They were basically alive! And to add to the perfect picture, his eyelashes were equally dark and long, perfectly framing his eyes and giving them even more attitude. He also had thin and perfect brows. It was interesting how Sasuke didn't seem to have any defined trait, in terms of belonging to a certain human race. He didn't look Asian, nor European or American. He looked like he had a little from all of them.

Sakura was now in trance. There was absolutely no way not to ogle this man. He was for the lack of better terms: perfect. He was any woman's dream man. Like Prince Charming mothers read about to their little girls. And now Sakura understood exactly that all the rumors of him being really sexy and handsome were not exactly really rumors. It was understatement. She should have studied his file better and damn it should she have take a peak at his photo. She was utterly shocked, she was aware that she was staring like crazy and….omg her mouth was shamefully agape. Please someone tell her she wasn't salivating as well…

For his part, Sasuke was staring at the creature in front of him with just as much interest. But his view on her was the exact opposite. So the little maid finally gained the courage to face him after her more than unpleasant entrance.

Sasuke would be one of the few people that can solemnly admit that no one ever laid a hand on him since he saw the daylight. He had advanced martial arts knowledge and he was definitely not afraid to show it. In his 25 years of existence, no one manage to harm him. At all. Not even Naruto his favorite sparring partner. Naruto has the guts to tell anyone they were equals. The blond idiot thought so high of himself it was disgusting. Uchiha`s ego was not one to mess with.

And this clown stupid looking servant had the guts to throw herself literary on his expensive limited edition glass door, shipped from Thailand, barge into the sacred temple that was his home, successfully pushing him out of her way, like she owned the place. And the fact that he was now harmed was not helping her case. If this was not the last sign of Apocalypse the Mayans were idiots. He hasn't been this angry in a long time. It took really much effort to anger him, he had almost perfect emotional control. Almost. For he was openly glaring at the scared looking woman.

But when he took a better look in her general direction, he began to calm down a little bit. If he was another normal and not always brooding young man, he would have probably been on the floor laughing his mind. What the hell was he looking at?

There, just in front of his eyes, was his maid. And she looked like she fell with her head in Barbie`s toilet. Where did she manage to find such a dye color for her hair , it was beyond his understanding, but in his opinion, it should be banned from commercial purposes. Never in his life did he see such an ugly shade of…was that pink?! Jesus. If that shit was natural, than he found the most unfortunate soul ever. She should have worked as a human lighthouse instead of a servant. In the Bermuda Triangle. No ship was going to be lost on sea anymore. She was visible on 100 km radius. Gosh, she was probably the only thing, except from the Chinese Wall that was visible from the Moon.

Then he took his time to study the way she was dressed. Either the young woman robbed a beggar in her way to him, or she was a walking fashion disaster. If the police fashion would have been something real, they would have had a field day. Her baggy Jeans were ripped, dirty and old. Were there bit marks on them as well? Was she auditioning for Resident Evil? An equally bad looking cardigan was practically drowning her in. And he wasn't sure what she was wearing underneath. It looked like a white now almost grey tight top. But he wasn't quite sure of it. And her muddy dirty sneakers were leaving prints on his expensive red, made of sheep's wool, cotton, camel hair, goat hair, and flax Arabian carpet. That shit took a load of money to be professionally cleansed.

But the funniest part of all was definitely her face. He wasn't really able to see much of her eyes, for she was wearing that ugly pair of glasses, that looked painfully like those of the geeks` he used to bully in high-school (along with Naruto and Suigetsu. Yeah they were bad asses and they knew it) and the bangs that were glued to her forehead. Gosh she looked like an alien. But he caught a glimpse of them, for they were intently watching him. A pair of green, wide like plates eyes was fixed on his face. He was able to read everything in them. An open book that she was. And her mouth was wide agape. She was basically eating him with her staring. She looked like she saw him for the very first time (Sasuke thought she had the decency to check on him when she send her CV).

She looked funny as hell. It was priceless, really. Maybe he should take his phone and record this shit, put it on a social hub and monetize it. His bank account will probably rise like Suigetsu`s dick whenever he spots a red-haired chick. The man had a problem that he was not even aware of. The looser. But friends are not the one to bad mouth.

But…Sasuke was a smart man, with a six sense for details and apparently minor things people usually didn't deem important. There was something about this girl that threw him off. Something he couldn't put a finger on, but was nagging his brain. Now he was not oblivious to the effect he had on the female population. Sasuke was more that aware of the lustful looks he got from women all the times.

But not Sakura. She didn't belong in the category. She looked shocked, but her gaze held a hint of curiousness and…admiration? And to his utter shock, he wasn't uncomfortable or annoyed with the way her little eyes were watching him. It is like she was watching the tomb-chapel of Nebamun at British Museum. It has been a long time since a woman gave him such a deep look. So she was a barbarian when it came to meeting people, but she was deeper and smarter than she looked like. Sasuke unclenched his fists and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Interesting".

He was well aware he was scaring her and making her uncomfortable. He knew he was hard to deal with, especially when he encountered such situations. Contrary to what any would think, he didn't mean to be rude to her on her first day. A poor and probably scared now orphan girl, surrounded by classy people and luxury, was not one he would like mess up more than she already was. He was able to read it in her eyes. She was afraid of him and she looked like she was silently praying for the Earth to swallow her right there and then. She was slightly trembling and she was still glued to the door's knob. She was supporting herself with the other hand that was not resting on her heart anymore on the door. It looked like she tried to blend in with the glass.

He was torn between promptly throwing her outside for such an insolent behavior, or loosening up a bit and listening to whatever would she say in this situation. How would she handle the havoc she has created? That was the Uchiha wanted to find out. If she indeed was a smart and a quick thinker, he was more than willing to give her a chance. But if the woman started to bawl her eyes at him, begging for forgiveness, like her very life depended on him and he was some sort of twisted savior of this pathetic world, he is going to show her just how cold and frightening he truly was.

"Your interview has just started, Haruno. Prove yourself worthy and I shall overlook it…this time."

So, putting up the calm but cold façade he was always portraying, with his arms still crossed and a not angry anymore, but somehow expecting expression on his handsome face, he slightly and almost unnoticeable raised his left eyebrow and waited. Let the fun begins. Did she have the same guts to face him properly, like she displayed when she barged in his home like it was the ultimate salvation, or was she another weakling to add to the already overdose?

If Sakura really though he was going to hire her just because she sent some stupid CV, describing her boring and questionable tragic life she had another thing coming. He didn't fall for her little "My parents owned an organic farm near Naples Italy before they died, but they took a loan from the Bank and couldn't afford to pay back, because, for an unknown reason, the soil became infertile. Apparently, it was poisoned with some substances." He was not considered a genius for nothing. But he will dig into the story later.

This "farm girl" was easy to read, like an ocean breeze in a summer morning. Just because she convinced Juugo to hire her from the others that sent their information (you would be amazed on how far those rabid stupid fangirls were willing to go in order to be in his proximity. From what he heard from his secretary, some even went as far as to completely change their appearance, even laser surgery in order to pose as poor and in need, to be hired. The world was coming to an end), didn't mean he was convinced as well. He had a lot of related business work to do, but he took his time to go over his aspiring to be maid's CV once. It was more than enough to give him a general impression.

But what she did next, was totally unexpected and successfully surprised him, for the second time this morning. And this time, in the good way.

After what seemed like forever, Sakura managed to pull herself out of the Sasuke induced trance and pull herself together. She was the top freaking Sound agent what the hell! Sure the man looked like he came straight from the cover of Men's Fitness magazine, but she had more self control and experience than this.

So, with strikingly professional movements, that rivaled the ones famous actresses from Palais Garnier Theatre are having, she changed her pose and expression in an instant, her CIA agent training now coming into the light. She let go of the knob she held for dear life until then, the trembling now successfully stopping, like it was never there to begin with. She straightened her back, acting more like a Leading Soprano female, than a poor farmer. Her surrounding aura has taken a dramatic turn as well. She pulled out a vibe that felt like she was about to perform La clemenza di Tito by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

She stood out proud and unfaltering. Her eyes were the very embodiment of her soul. She was like an open book all right. And the feelings she was displaying had nothing to do with the little scared for life mouse she showed just some moments ago. She fixed Sasuke`s glare, without any sign of backing off.

She was not trained by Orochimaru for nothing. Among other information she was able to collect about a people's behavior from her assassination experience, was to not bow your head or turn your eyes from the pray. It was the most obvious sign of coward ness one can show. And she knew how bad she screwed things up with her behavior. And her boss surely looked like a man that was expecting the very same aura of confidence he was carrying, from his workers.

She closed her mouth as well. Sure the man was droolicious, but she had more class than this. She was aware of the constant unwanted attention he had from various women that wanted his attention, so she wasn't one to join their club now, wasn't she?

Sasuke wanted her to be his maid, not another attention whore. She had the feeling he felt uneasy having a stranger to be around his personal goods all the times, so she must gather all the feelings of trust and confidence she could muster and silently tell him that she was there to work as a pro and he could relax around her. It was just obvious she hated him, like she hated all the other businessmen from his clique, but it was her mission and she wasn't one to screw it up now.

It slightly surprised Sakura that Sasuke suddenly and unexpectedly dropped the murderous intent, and decided to act more like Senju Tobirama than a serial killer. He was still staring at her, but his eyes were now devoid of emotion, his feelings confided. His pose betrayed nothing. He wore himself like a kokeshi doll. An impenetrable shell. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking about. He was now nonchalant, composed and was eying her expectantly. He had the same polished acting skills like hers. Maybe even better, for he was able to change his attitude so quick, from an extreme to another, without batting an eyelash. Either he was a damn good actor, or the man suffered from a severe case of bipolar affective disorder.

Sure Sakura was in a state similar to a panic attack until now, she knew very well she wasn't dealing unexpected situations very well, she was working hard under Tsunade`s supervision to correct the major drawback. But the results were not promising. It was a mystery to anyone around her, how from an outstanding and strong willed teenager, during the past years she became unsure of herself and with a lack of self-confidence that was often coming into the way of her missions.

Tsunade told her it was coming from the need to constantly seek recognition from the others. She was an orphan so the lack of love and warmth were making it hard for her to develop further feeling and build self-trust. So maybe she was secretly seeking recognition from Sasuke as well. Even though it was in the name of her mission, Sakura secretly wanted him to acknowledge her. But nonetheless, her agent's skills, which were imprinted in the depths of her inner id, were awake and observing things around her. So she knew her boss hurt himself when she collided with him. With a quick glance on her side, her trained eyes took in the main information she needed to know, her sharp mind quickly putting two and two together: a little glass table slightly moved from its place, its leg leaving a little mark on the carpet and a cacti that she identified as an Euphorbia was slightly broken and lacked a little part from the top leaves and some needles. And watching Sasuke`s left hand bleeding told her everything she needed to know.

She was Orochimaru`s student. The master of poisons and a genius in chemistry. She learned many things from his experiments; she was able to properly identify poisons of all sorts as well. It was a very useful skill in her profession. It almost always came in handy when she was in a tight situation. She killed many people with different inflicted with lethal poisons objects, such us needles or pins. And Orochimaru successfully perfected an extremely dangerous poison he pulled from snake's venom, and managed to custom it into nail extensions. With this newfound information in mind, she proceeded forward in her boss's direction. If Sasuke was confused of her reaction, he didn't show it on the surface. Although she was able to catch a flick in his eyes when she took small steps forward that told her she was having some kind of impact on him.

But it was gone in an instant. In three baby steps, she was exactly in front of him. She wished she was a little higher or wearing high heels. The difference in height between them was overwhelming. He was basically shadowing her. At mostly she managed to reach his shoulders. Ok, so he was an even more intimidating man when watched closer, but she couldn't back away now. It would be the end of her. She would handle it, like she did so many times before. She put on a barely there and practiced smile on her face, her full rosy lips slightly curved upwards, raised her right small hand and gracefully got a hold of his injured left one. He shockingly didn't push his hand away from her or tell her to get lost and don't touch him. And she didn't even stutter when she opened her mouth and addressed him, for the second time that day, in the most serene and confident way possible:

"Sir, that was a Euphorbia candelabrum Trémaux ex Kotschy. It is a very dangerous species of cacti people tend to grow on houses, but are not aware of how poisonous it can be. Its latex contains highly irritant ingenol diterpene esters. Ingenol and its derivatives show tumour-promoting activity, but also anti-HIV and anti-leukaemia activities. If I don't clean your cut properly and pull out the needless, you might risk serious effects. It can become quite dangerous if handled carelessly. And I am quite certain you are in a serious pain as well. I have seen people dying from severe inflammation of the walls of the stomach and intestine because of the toxin. So if you would be so kind to show me the bathroom, I am going to handle this?"

And she said all of this without even breathing. In a smooth, calm and professional tone. But serious enough to not let room for further questioning. She had caused a scene, so she was going to handle it the best she could. Sakura mentally applauded herself. Her inner self was dancing and tumbling of happiness. Ok, so she did her part. Now she was about to wait and see Sasuke`s reaction. If she was going to face rejection it was ok. She wasn't looking for one of course, but it was not like they were dating or something. She could always find ways to reach him after all. She was an agent, this kind of problems were common in the job.

Sasuke had no reaction whatsoever. Not that he intended to. He was truly impressed and he had no problem admitting it to anyone. It was exactly how he guessed. This little woman that barely reached his shoulder was a little spitfire. And a smart woman, all right. The way she composed herself in an uncomfortable situation, revealing tact and confidence she didn't seem to posses was indeed amazing. Apparently he wasn't scaring her that much anymore, for she was fixing his staring with an equally amount of energy. This woman had a strong personality all right. Sakura was indeed a character. And her knowledge was not something to overlook. But if there was a thing that caught him out of guard was the fact that she had no problem touching him.

Without proper introduction. Usually this might not be such a dramatically high problem. When he went outside having fun, usually women had absolutely no restrain in hooking him up. If he was in a mood for a quick fuck, Sasuke didn't even bother to ask for a name or anything for the matter. He didn't care nor did he want to meet any of those women. Sure they were all model like, a man like him was not satisfied with anything less than gorgeous, but they were all brainless sluts that only served for his pleasure and release. He wasn't going to play chess with them or share opinions about Shakespeare's hamlet or Schopenhauer. But they were daring with their hands and movements and quite good in what they did. And he was a young and healthy man with needs. But nevertheless he was surprised to see Sakura making a move on him. But she wasn't looking at him like that and her touch was not lustful or daring. And what she told him threw him off for real.

But the fact that Sakura, the supposed farmer girl had such advanced knowledge about plants and medicine was not the thing that set him off. It was the fact that she said it like it was the most natural thing for her. Like dealing with blood and scratches and poisons was something she did on daily basis. And Sasuke lived up to his reputation. He dealt with all types of people so he was aware about what kind of details should he look for in people. And her eloquence and calm demeanor were traits an educated woman like Hyuga Hinata possessed, not a poor girl like Sakura. Such elegance and grace in attitude was something that is to be accomplished after years of proper training. Apparently not in this case.

She was expecting him to say something, probably a rude or harsh comment given the circumstance. And the vibe she had was silently asking him to have a reaction of some sorts. Like daring him to push her aside. Sakura was well aware of what she was doing. This was the test she had to pass and prove herself. It was all or nothing. And the fact that Sasuke had no reaction to give his thoughts away and that was making it harder. But she found no other better way to prove herself worthy than gaining back her sanity and help the man when in pain. After all, she was supposed to be his maid wasn't she? Sakura had a good soul and she didn't like to see people suffering, especially is she was the one that caused it.

"Hn, come."

Surprisingly, Sasuke wanted her to follow him. Was he truly not mad at her anymore? Was he giving her a chance? Oh well...there was no other way to find out but follow him. So Sakura promptly followed his soon to be boss. They were probably heading to the bathroom or so she hoped. Sasuke' hand needed treatment. She knew the kind of poison. Sasuke was probably hurting, but he wasn't showing it. That looked a little suspicious to Sakura. Of course she knew Uchiha had an ego the size of Rome Coliseum, one would probably not find him whining or god forbid crying, but he wasn't faltering at all. Not even a muscle moving or any sort of reaction at all. The man had a bleeding hand, with needles painfully piercing the soft skin and a burning pain. And he looked like he wasn't even aware of it. It couldn't be adrenaline rush either.

"Pfff...show off...quite the man".

While following her boss, Sakura was having very intellectual activities: she was studying Sasuke's back. And she was well aware of what she was doing. But she couldn't help herself. The man had confident steps, he walked proud and bossy, like a real gentleman, his back straight. She could see his straight spine, a little curved in the lower region. And she couldn't help her eyes roaming on his ass. It was well toned just like the rest of his well muscled body. Sakura mentally slapped herself. What in the world was she thinking about? She was in the middle of the toughest mission; she was not supposed to ogle his boss. But Sakura couldn't explain what she was feeling. This man had a magnetic affect on her; she couldn't help herself around him. She was not that innocent and oblivious when it came to the opposite sex, she new she felt attracted to Sasuke, it was impossible not to. Any straight woman would find him sexy.

But she was slightly scared of the fact that she felt like this for no other man until now. And Sakura has dealt with many men during her missions. Sure, she wasn't conducting seduction missions like Karin, but she had a certain level of contact nonetheless.

In front of her, Sasuke was having a hard time suppressing a smirk. He was right when he said she was easy to read like an open book. He knew she was staring at his ass. But again just like before, he was not bothered by it. Sakura was trying her best to be discreet. Something he hardly found in women nowadays. Maybe this was one of the reasons he was truly considering to hire her. The woman passed the first stage of the interview flying colors. Of course he knew what kind of plants he had in his very home, he was not a rich snob that couldn't even draw smoke from his cigarette without the help of his advisors or secretary.

But hearing Sakura giving him a summary of the plant's effects, like a true botanist, was nevertheless impressive. So she had a brain under that hideous hair. And he found himself slightly curious of how far was she going to push his limits. She hasn't even started with a proper and well deserved excuse or introduction. No, the first thing Sakura did was to enter in full maid mode. Like she was already worked for him and their little unexpected and unfortunate encounter hasn't happened at all. Now Sasuke was not going to be a hypocrite and act like a bitch in hysterics. Sakura`s entrance was nothing that big after all. Sure it was weird and inappropriate and impolite and tactless, but he was not the kind of man to give a damn about this stuff.

Playing the almighty heir, with a constant disapproving attitude towards the others and a constant need to remind them how unmannered and primitive they were, was Neji Hyuga`s job. But Sakura wasn't the one to find out that anytime soon. She was here as a servant, not his equal, so she needed to know exactly what her place was. After taking some more turns (the villa was big all right) they finally reached an white marble wall with a glass pale blue door. Sakura saw no knob, but there was a little LCD screen beside it. Sasuke touched the screen, tasted a code and the door glided, revealing the bathroom. He turned his head slightly towards her, silently asking her to follow him. And so she did.

Now Sakura was no new to the life of luxury for she was a millionaire herself. But this was ridiculous! First of all, what they entered was not a bathroom, but a freaking room. It was huge! It was just like the ones the luxury spa hotels have. She truly considered the design being copied from some high class Dubai hotels. It was that awesome! Everything was covered in golden marble and the light warm lightning gave the impression of gold. It was basically glowing. In the middle was a little pool, with a crystal green water, some rose petals flowing and two pieces of white lotus (who knew the man had a taste for such things) and blue towels, resting on a bamboo tatami. There small fountains on the corners and small Buddhist statues, made of granite with blue eyes.

There were many Mosaic Handcrafted mirrors, enhanced by silver and gold leaf beaded edges, giving an impression of an endless room if she was to watch in them. And the room was packed with candles of all shapes and sizes. It was like an Arabian story. She spotted an Opalia whirlpool wood Jacuzzi bathtub, with underwater pink light. It was gorgeous and not in the cheap or exaggerated way. Everything was placed with refinement and taste. Give the man credit, he had taste all right. But she was abruptly pulled out from her reverie by Sasuke`s smooth but commanding voice:

"Are you done staring? If so, here".

He shoved a first aid kit at her and stared expectantly. He didn't have time for Sakura to stare in wonder at his bathroom. She looked like Alice in Wonderland. He had a lot of work to do today and he knew a certain obnoxious Naruto was arriving in Tokyo. He needed to preserve as much energy as possible. The very idea was giving him headaches.

"Yes Sir!"

Great, she was caught staring like a little child in the candy stores on Christmas. Second time that day. She was acting like a freak. And this man was rude and unmannered and was giving him orders like she was some kind of pest. Screw the fact that he was acting like a God and had a godlike lifestyle: she was contemplating the very idea of planting her shoe on his handsome face. Or anywhere would do the job. This was another reason why she despised businessmen. They thought so high of themselves, like they have invented gravity or something. Fucking bastard.

Without anymore delay, Sakura took the kit, motioned for Sasuke to stay on the edge of the bath tube (damn what kind of wood was that, it was so confy!), opened it, took a quick look on the contents, mentally listing what she was going to need and proceeded to work. Not until she quickly washed her hands and took a pair of white surgical gloves. She didn't want to risk an infection. She gently took Sasuke`s left hand and examined it. It looked pretty bad: the cut was deeper than she thought, it was still bleeding and now some blood started to dry, making it more difficult to extract the little needles. And it started to slightly inflame as well. God. Better make it quick.

So Sakura, like a true nurse, took a hold of Sasuke`s hand and carefully placed his elbow in between her legs (if only she wasn't that much of an oblivious virgin, the position was truly suggestive), in order to have both her hands free to work.

She took a tweezer in her right hand, held Sasuke`s left one with her left (oh the sweet coincidence) and started to pull the small cacti needless from the cut. She didn't find any anesthetic, but that was the situation, her boss should take it like a man. And he damn well did! Gosh, as Sakura was doing her job, she threw some glances at Sasuke to look for any sign of pain and she found none. The man was just staring casually at a certain point behind her. Probably pink unicorns. And then his gaze shifted to her. Ok, that was scary as fuck. Why was he looking at her like that….

After she successfully removed any sign of cactus needle, Sakura took an antiseptic cotton wool, applied antiseptic on it and as gently as she could she started to clean the cut. Again she was surprised that Sasuke hasn't moved a muscle. Before that, she addressed to the said man, promptly trying to make him aware for the pain that was about to come.

"Mr. Uchiha, this is going to hurt, but please try to bear with it for a while."

Did this man even know now pain felt like or he had absolutely no nerve into his body? She knew from experience how stingy that shit can be, then how come he looked like he was floating on clouds? Her boss was a vampire, she decided.

She was applying that shit on an open cut, after removing cacti needle and he was just looking at her, with those impossible black orbs as if trying to pierce into her very soul. It was frightening, it was throwing her off, it was making her uncomfortable and…it was turning her on. Oh god, not again, why was she having this kind of reactions whenever he was looking at her like that?

She couldn't even stand being in the same planet as him, she hated his guts and character with burning passion, but apparently her body had a mind of its own. She didn't know what was happening to her, she felt things she didn't know what were and she didn't have a word for the bothersome twisting of the stomach she was having while holding his hand. Of course, she did it solely for firs aid purpose, but she couldn't help but notice how warm it was, how delicate his long fingers were or how soft the skin from his palm felt under her digits. God it was alluring. He did things to her without even doing anything. Was there a term to describe what she was feeling?

Sakura decided she needed to put more effort in trying to gain control over herself in front of him. Apparently this evil smartass heir was unleashing his maleficent powers on her poor innocent soul. Maybe she should start looking for magic concoctions to keep herself away from his magic. Maybe some garlic would be helpful and…was there a crucifix as well? She decided to push this thoughts or whatever they were in the back of her mind and focus on her task in a desperate attempt to block Sasuke`s influence.

After she was content with the now clean cut, she took a bandage and professional wrapped his wound. She held his hand 10 more seconds before she let it go. She was Tsunade`s pupil all right.

"Ok, I guess this is it. I suggest some Ibuprofen or Naproxen as a pain killer."

She raised her head and she was now looking into his eyes, waiting. This was it. The end of her test. Was he going to throw her right on the very door she barged in, or was he going to acknowledge her work and give her some trust? She wanted to laugh at the thought. She felt like she was auditioning for the national ballet team, not for a maid job. Apparently, people like Sasuke had really twisted standards.

Sasuke was staring at Sakura. Then he was staring at his hand. Then back to Sakura. He played ping-pong with his eyes. He was impressed. The way she worked, like a total pro, she knew exactly what she was doing. And she was well aware of it too. Sakura now had an aura of confidence and contentment that was making his decision easier. Sasuke didn't want to admit it loud, but he really needed someone like this in his crazy life. Someone to be around him for little tasks like this. He thought of it as a maid's work, but he was no fool. Sakura was worthy of more than just cleansing his underwear or peeling him apples. And he couldn't help but wonder, just why in hell was she applying for such a job? He was sure she could have found a more appropriate job if she wanted too.

"You lied to me." He replied in a smooth tone.

Those four words almost made Sakura fall of the edge of the tube. WHAT THE FREAKING HELL?! What was he saying such things to her now?! God this man was going to be the death of her. From all the things he could have said, he chose to accuse her of laying to him. Now that made Sakura to slightly panic. Just what exactly was he trying to prove? He couldn't have discovered she was a Sound agent, it was utterly impossible. Then what…

"I am afraid I don't understand, Sir…" Oh good, she started to sound like she did earlier: scared and edgy. And it was Sasuke`s fault for messing her brains like a freaking psychologist. He should change professions; apparently he had more skills in other fields than business.

"You are not a farmer's daughter." He got her now. Sasuke restrained himself for screaming "EURIKA' to her shocked face. It was amusing him to no end, the way she reacted, her posture was giving her away, she tried in vain to maintain her composure in front of him. Apparently, he was breaking her walls without even putting effort into it. And here he thought she was more of a challenge.

"Mr. Uchiha, I wrote in the CV I sent to you that I own a farm in…"

"…Naples Italy? This is bullshit. There are no farmers there, because the economic crises that stroke 8 years ago successfully put an end to the unproductive vegetable's growing. Farmers were not able to send the necessary quantity of products to the big company clients. And besides…" Sasuke made a little pause in his speech for the dramatic effect and to make things even more interesting, he put up his famous devilish smirk on his beautiful face. Sakura looked like she was about to chock on air. "You said you didn't discover what kind of poison spoiled the soil, but you seem an expert in toxins."

"I…I….I am not…" God Sakura was going to have a panic attack. Just how much of a freaking genius this man was? Was he been able to see through her deception with just so little piece of information? It was impossible, his analytical skills rivaled even Orochimaru`s! She met him half an hour ago and he was already reading her like an open book! Those eyes…those impenetrable and vivid black eyes…they were watching her, almost scanning her, trying to discover her most sacred secrets. Sasuke was not an ordinary businessman, Sakura realized to her utter stupor. Someone should have warned her beforehand. Maybe she should have called Uchiha Itachi and ask him for some more details about Sasuke. Apparently, this little brother was not that foolish.

"Don't worry. I am not going to ask you why you chose to lie. But you cannot expect to gain my trust throwing me false information about you. Do not think so low of me."

He said the last words a little too harsh that he wanted, but it was the truth. He wasn't about to stay like a dummy in the shadows, watching her taking him for a fool. And besides, if Sakura truly wanted to work for him, she might come out clean. He was in a very delicate position, there were people outside that wanted him gone, he couldn't risk mistrust in his very home, from his personal maid nonetheless.

"You are right when you say the farming is almost non-existent now, because of the economic crises, but I told you I stopped working when my parents died. And I didn't tell you when they did. I have become an orphan eight years ago, when the crisis stroke. So, I wasn't lying to you on the matter, Sir."

Sakura wasn't about to back up from this psychological battle. Sure, she was caught of guard by his intuition, but she realized he was just taking guesses. And the fact that he was watching her every reaction like a hawk was the best proof that he was playing mind games, for he was studying her reaction intently. So he managed to find a loophole in the story (she was going to strangle Anko when they meet again for not building up a credible story about her, she should have wrote the damn CV by herself), but two can play the game. She was not stupid, not at all and nonetheless trained to face such situations.

After all, it was just like Sasuke said: she was not a poor farmer. But he didn't need to know this.

Sasuke, after hearing Sakura`s comeback, couldn't help but smirk again. Gosh wasn't this ugly looking woman interesting. And she told him exactly what he would expect to hear. Of course he knew she didn't mention her parent's dead in her curriculum vitae, but her reply was good and smart. She was a smart woman and it was a fact. And she managed to compose herself and not give a lame excuse. Again. So he realized the earlier events were no coincidence. She was more than she was portraying. And Sasuke couldn't help but have the feeling that Sakura was desperately trying to play the maid's role as good as she could. She was basically fighting for the job. That was indeed suspicious. And for the grand ending, Sasuke decided to make one last move on her.

It was probably around 8 a.m by now and he had an important business meeting today. The annual companies ball was coming in 3 weeks from then and there were details to be discussed. He didn't have time to play with the maid. So, he abruptly stood up (Sakura was still glued to the edge of the bath tube), came in front of Sakura and without any further notice he lowered his injured left hand, placed a finger under her little chin and successfully pulled her to him, making her stand up as well. When she was just in front of him and both of them standing, faces only inches apart, Sasuke asked her one more question, but in a low and almost seductive tone:

"Tell me where are you really from, Sakura?"

And he was well aware of the fact that he was calling her by her name from the first time since they met. Calling someone's name meant you have some kind of power over that person, like you were entitled to be demanding and in control. And it was what Sasuke did best. Control and manipulation. It was in his very Uchiha genes, it was natural, it was something beyond control. A frightening skill for an intimidating man like he was. Sakura for her part, was shocked again. This man was unpredictable and cunning, she felt like she was walking on coals. Sasuke made her feel on edges all the times. Was it funny for him? She wasn't even able to tell, he was impossible to read. And OMG his hands on her…

When he grabbed her chin she expected him to truly slap her of something. He was firm, but surprisingly gentle. He didn't want to hurt her or anything. And when she came right in front of him she realized just how close they were. She could basically feel his hot breath on her lips and it was amazing. Sakura could clearly smell him and even though the man probably didn't have time to take a morning shower, he smelt amazing.

No perfume involved, just his natural scent, and it was the manliest and delectable thing she ever smelt. Sasuke was a unique combination of ocean, fire and forest. It was enchanting; she unconsciously felt her legs turning into jelly. And she could feel the heat radiating from his hard body, surrounding her like a big fire camp, embracing it with his warmth. Sakura was fighting the urge to get even closer to him and lose herself into the heat. It was a mix of sensation she didn't knew she could feel. She was trapped under his spell and he successfully got her under his skin. And before she could stop herself and revise, she answered him:

"Ravenna, Italy. I'm from Ravenna Italy…Mr. Uchiha".

Great, she might as well started to tell him how she worked as a CIA agent for Sound, while she was at it. She was utterly stupid. And she didn't like how weak her voice sounded. She practically whispered the words. And judging after that omg-should-be-forbidden gorgeous smirk of his, Sasuke looked like he was expecting her answer. Jerk. She hated him, she hated him she so much and she wanted nothing more than to turn around and run straight to her house in Italy…that or hug him, her hormones were on fire.

"Hn, Ravenna…this is where Itachi was working for the past months as an insurance agent. Quite the coincidence. Might as well ask him more about Sakura, for she was probably using the company he was working at to insure her farm. "

But watching her emerald eyes, he was able to tell she wasn't lying to him this time anymore. Or the first time, she was being honest and he appreciated it. If she told him another well placed and smart lie he should have ended the charade and promptly throw her ass out of his house and out of his life. But she smartly chose to be honest with him. And this was it. He wanted to see how far was she able to go, so why not give the woman a chance then? He let go of her chin (the proximity was making him uncomfortable and he didn't know why, but it was bothering him) just as sudden, turned his back on her and spoke, without even looking at her:

"I have a business related meeting at 9. I want something to eat and a strong black coffee. I like to eat tomatoes, the rest doesn't really matter. You can have the room from the end of this hall. The one with the light pink door, engraved with leaves. The other one is mine. "

And this time he threw her a glance over his broad shoulder when he told her his final words:

"Don't screw it up, Haruno".

And he left her. Just like that. And Sakura couldn't be happier. She did it! He accepted her as his maid; the mission could officially start now! She wanted to cry happy tears like the lame cartoons characters. But then she remembered she was dirty and wet and her luggage was lost on the paths of life. She bolted out of the bathroom. She needed to collect her luggage, the hell with the ugly clothing, she had her Sound equipment there. And her boss gave her a task.

"Tomatoes? Is he Dracula or he does creepy on daily basis?" Weirdo.

Sakura really hoped Sasuke didn't sleep in a coffin. But then she realized…she had no idea how to make black coffee…