The knight in shining armour

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Satsuki was torn. A part of her was feeling very grateful towards the actor who had just saved her from the greedy clutches of the reporters, while another part of her was groaning at the fact of why – out of all the people in the world – her knight in shining armour had to be no other than Narita Ken.

Her suspicions started to win the inner battle, only fuelling as she noticed in passing that his arm was still tightly wrapped around her shoulders, her brown eyes narrowed as she glanced at the dark-haired man out of the corner of her eye.

"Why did you come?" she asked, realising too late how sullen the tone of her voice sounded.

A single eyebrow curved up in his trademark gesture.

"You looked like you could have used some help," he replied simply, an amused smile tugging the corner of his lips.

"Well, I didn't ask for your help!" she huffed irritably. She really didn't like the idea of being indebted to the womanizing jerk.

"Indeed," he intoned with a small chuckle.

Narita Ken had all along been aware that the young vixen known as Yukino Satsuki did not really like him. It was that particular feature of hers that had first caught his attention – Ken had not encountered a single woman in his life who would not have liked him. Even those who had initially disliked him had been won over in a short time.

But not Satsuki.

The actress quite frankly intrigued him. She was still fairly young, 4 years younger than he was, but she was very talented. She lacked professionalism at times, but he was aware that she was a newcomer to the industry. She usually hung out with Mitsuo – the two of them running amok on the set wreaking havoc wherever they went. She was mischievous and entertaining, and didn't really bother with dressing up: usually she was casually clad in simple jeans and t-shirt. Despite her obvious lack of interest to all things girly, she was quite attractive. There was something about the playful glimmer in her brown eyes and the impish smile often playing on her lips that drew him to her.

His interest in her had perked the previous day, when to his surprise he had witnessed the actress chatting amiably with Akio-kun. The boy who had been cast to play 'Kohaku' usually preferred solitude and often carried a serious expression not quite befitting his young face – but yesterday, Satsuki had managed to make the boy crack a smile.

Turning his charms on to full gear, Ken leaned closer to the woman.

"Shouldn't I get a reward for saving you," he breathed into her ear.

The sudden contact made Satsuki flush in embarrassment, and suddenly she felt very aware of the muscular chest her back was gently pressed against. Glancing at him from the corner of her eye and registering his dark jeans and white sweater, the words of the reporters played in her mind.

She noticed his charming smirk, and the sight made her recollect her wits.

Ire flashed in her brown eyes.

"I don't think so, Mr. Top 3 eligible bachelor," she snapped and then finally shrugged his arm off her shoulders. She swiftly stomped away, her head proudly held up.

He chuckled as his dark eyes keenly followed her retreat, as well as the curve of her ass swaying with the angry rhythm of her steps.

This one might be a keeper.