Honestly, she couldn't have possibly waited longer for this to happen. She wanted to so much to get away from all the drama of her life. For once, she wanted to be able to drown her woes in a bottle of champagne and possibly vodka. Sakura would be there to hold her hair out of her face when she threw up and there was always the possibility of meeting him again.

Her heart thrashed about her in chest as she placed her redden cheeks in her hands, staring out the windows of her office. Gaara was going to be there for his sister's wedding. Meaning she had a whole four months to get to know him even better. A week wasn't enough. She needed more.

The mere mention of him was enough to have her high on (what she thought was) love. All day, she could float about the office; barely noticing the rest as the people as she went about her business. It wasn't every day she met a man who would treat her with respect and not think with his penis.

Speaking of penises, she thinned her lips at the door as Sasuke walked, head bowed as he read a folder. It was obvious he was ready to start something from the look on his face and today just wasn't the day. In a few weeks, she'd be going to a high-school-reunion-slash-engagement-party and he was going to be there as well. Wasn't he satisfied enough?

"Is there something I can help you with?" she said, lacing her fingers together on her desk and crossing her legs in her black tube skirt and gray wool tights. Her indigo hair was wound into a tight bun around a pair of black decorative chopsticks and her plum-colored cashmere cowl-neck was starting to itch.

Sasuke dropped the file on her desk, crossing his arms over his caramel-brown turtleneck, his obsidian eyes flat and emotionless. "I need you to copy this and send it to Subaku. He'll want to see that."

"What is it?" she asked, reaching for the file. But he gently slapped her fingers away, still emotionless as ever. "Don't touch it. Just do as I say and we won't have any problems."

She thinned her lips in frustration but nodded anyways, watching his retreating back. They had only been home two weeks and he was an even bigger jerk with a fading tan. Her pale eyes fell on the manila folder. And to top it off, he had secret business with Gaara.

Her Gaara!

What could they possibly be talking about anyways? Especially since he didn't want her to see it.

Her laser-treated teeth bit down on her full red lip and she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her air. The small diamond stud glinted in the gray light of the foggy fall evening and she pulled the file towards her. Whatever it was, it was her business too. He couldn't hide everything from her-

"What did I just say?" Sasuke leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as he stared her down from across the room.

She jumped about five feet in the air at his voice, her face exploding into the color of tomatoes when most ripe. Instinctively, she clutched the folder to her chest, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm herself.

"S-sasuke," she stammered angrily, standing up and walking towards him. "You h-have no right t-to walk into my o-office and o-order me a-around!"

He rolled his eyes and took the folder back. "Since you're too nosy about my business with your boy toy, I'll have Yuki do it." He turned his back to her as her mouth dropped open.

She crossed her arms, her cheeks hot. "D-don't say that! It's my business as much as yours, Uchiha-san."

He glanced over his shoulder at her, before snorting and walking away. "Please Hyuga. From day one, you made it perfectly clear I was going to have to become a very mean person so that I would fit in."

Her mouth flapped open for a good come back, but all she got out was, "You were already a mean person."

Her door closed and she huffed, flopping back onto her leather swivel chair. She should have realized a long time ago Uchiha Sasuke was nothing but bad news. With him, there was always something wrong, always something that needed to be perfected. Hell, not even she wasn't as perfectionist as he was.

Iris eyes look to the ceiling as she sighs again, her butt practically falling of the edge of the chair. What was it with everything these days? Before, when they weren't having an affair, everything was okay. Well, maybe not "okay" okay what with the fights, but that was normal for those days. Now there was nothing but tension and more arguments.

The door to her room busted open and she gasped, sitting up quickly. Hanabi broke into her bubbly laughter, her large black Dior butterfly sunglasses resting on top of her head, a black quilted Gucci tote dangling from the shoulder of her black leather Chanel trench coat.

"Hanabi!" Hinata jumped up and wrapped her younger sister in a hug. "How did you get in here?"

Hanabi smiled, her glossy red lips curving up in a knowing smile. "That hot Uchiha guy you were talking about made the guard let me in."

Hinata blinked. "Uchiha Sasuke?"

"Yeah, him," Hanabi brushed her silky Japanese-permed hair back over her shoulder with a French-manicured hand. "You can let go of me now."

Hinata dropped her arms, blushing happily. "I didn't think you came in today! What with your flight being cancelled and all."

She smiled, dropping her bag on the couch and undoing her jacket. "I was worried about that too! I heard about the reunion for pineapple-head and thought I had to get down here fast. But damn airports are never any good, you know?"

Hinata nodded, her mind transferring back to the week in Honolulu. Airports were all right in her book until that disastrous flight.

Hanabi slipped her coat off to reveal an art-deco looking flutter sleeve tunic dress that went past her knees. Her black ankle boots went surprisingly well with the dress. Hinata laughed as her sister paraded around the room in her stiletto heeled boots, one hand on her hip, the other swinging wildly beside her.

"I missed you," Hinata smiled as she sat on the couch, tucking her right ankle behind her leg. "You don't know how hard it is running a business with three of the worst men on earth breathing down your neck about every little thing."

Hanabi collapsed beside her, rubbing her sister's hand. "Ohhh, poor onee-san. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Hinata cocked her head playfully. "A backrub would be nice."

Hanabi wrinkled her dainty ski-slope nose and recoiled. "Um, I don't know about you, but that's what boyfriends are for."

Hinata giggled and stretched her legs out, fatigue suddenly enveloping her body. It was only five in the evening, not even a full day in her standards. But she felt the urge to go home and sleep. And possibly, never wake up.

-

"Hinata," Sakura's soft voice drifted into her senses and Hinata snapped up, only to slump down dizzily.

The sound of muffled giggling met her ears and she looked up to see her friends, Sakura, TenTen, Ino and another blonde with sea-foam green eyes and four spiky pigtails who she recognized as Temari surrounded her desk.

Wait.

Her desk? Not her large queen-sized four-poster cherry wood bed with the soft iris sheets and duvet set?

She sat up quickly, wiping drool from the side of her mouth. "Did I . . . did I fall asleep at my desk?"

Hanabi giggled, nodding. "Sure did. Never have I seen that happen before. I'm so glad I got a picture!"

The girls broke into loud laughter as Hinata's face turned the shade of ripe tomatoes. "Hanabi! Please say you didn't!"

Hanabi is back! Temari is involved! Sasuke's got secrets with Gaara! Oooooooooh, that DRAMA!

So yeah, I bet you're all wondering, what's gonna happen next . . .

. . . .

I have no clue. Yall gonna have to wait a week on this one, maybe a little less XDDD (No worries! I'm working on it!)