When an average-not-so-good-looking man, you don't particularly like, takes you out for coffee and says he will call and then doesn't, it kind of sucks. You have just been rejected by Mr-looks-like-an-old-shoe. When a hot specimen of man takes you out for dinner then almost nails you against a wall, says sorry and then walks away from you without calling you later…that doesn't 'kind of sucks'. Not even close. It's the worst feeling ever. Not only does it affect your esteem as a woman but also makes you feel kind of small and cheap that you put yourself out there. It stings and feels like you got kicked in the vagina by a kangaroo. It weighs you down and every idle second you have brings back those memories and it stings even more.

After Kakashi woke up my body, turned on the fire inside of me and then walked away like a freaked out weirdo, I'd gone back inside and with a confused face, I explained everything to Ino. She concluded that it was because I hadn't worn her fuck-me-heels. For a second, I'd kind of believed her.

I'd found it hard to sleep that night. I tossed and turned and kept replaying that scene in my mind. The feel of his hands on my body and how he drove me insane with need still ignited me up and brought my nether regions to a total wet-fest. Kakashi walking away was unexpected and I desired to know what was wrong. What had I done that had made him act like that?

The following day when I was heading to the office to give Itachi the papers he needed, I still kept thinking about it. It was my day off and I wasn't in the mood for dressing fancy so I was in an old pencil skirt and a yellow top with a white collar. Nothing too sexy.

I looked at my phone.

Still no phone call from Kakashi. Not even a text. What was wrong with him? You don't pin someone against a wall, hike up their dress and kiss them like it's your last day on earth and then simply walk away with a sorry and nothing else. No explanation, no phone call and not even a simple text. I'd have accepted a poke on Facebook if only to know that he was thinking about our almost wall-fuck.

The silence was torture.

I started hating myself for letting him in. Then I found myself hating him for being so good to me and then leaving me out the cold. I was fine before I met him and now that I knew what I was missing out on, I hated him even more for making me see it.

~xoxo~

"Took you long enough. With you as my assistant, I always feel like I do all the work myself. I could have hired a damn chimpanzee and one wouldn't tell the difference." Itachi said from his desk without even looking at me. Ouch. A chimpanzee? I knew I'd messed up with the rooms in Suna but that was a bit much. Even for him. I'd just put the papers on the desk and he grabbed them without even looking at me. Well screw him. It wasn't my fault he'd forgotten to get back the stupid papers.

I wanted to say something but I knew once I let out the first word, a whole lot of bad would follow. I didn't want to lose my job.

"Any reason why you're still gawking at me and standing there like a creep?" he asked. His eyes were still not on me. He was concentrated on a folder in front of him. He sounded upset. Whether it was because of me or something else, I couldn't really tell.

I bit down my tongue and prepared to leave. Then I heard him scoff and I turned back. What was up with the men in my life? This whole hot-and-cold routine was starting to piss me off.

"I can feel your eyes on me Miss Haruno. If you have something on your mind, now is a good time to let it all out." He was still not looking at me.

I cleared my throat, "Did I do something wrong?" he was always a serious boss and I found it hard to believe that he was the jerk from the hot dog stand at times. Within this building he was a badass lawyer god. So, this coldness and being a dick to me was very surprising. Yes, he worked me like a mule and expected the greatest of performances from me. Sure, he always looked down at me when I was in any one of my outfits and always acted overconfident and smug, but he was never downright mean. Never like this.

"Wrong?" I could see his mouth curve upward from where I stood. Was he actually smirking? "If I wrote down just how many things you do wrong, I'd end up with a book bigger than a goddamn encyclopaedia."

"Now that's just not right." I'd made one mistake. One. And it wasn't my fault. Would the Suna incident haunt me for the rest of my life like some annoying STD?

"What do you want me to tell you Miss Haruno? Mmh?" the guy was still not looking at me. He was talking to me but was still going about his business like I wasn't even in the room. "Do I need to remind you that I can do your job with my eyes closed? And you standing there all clueless and naïve just makes my decision about you all the more final."

Ah, screw it.

"Oh, please do. Remind me. Tell me just how much I suck and how I'm not good enough. It's not like you haven't been repeating it over and over and over again from the first moment I met you." I spat it out and hoped he got the sarcasm. It was my day off and yet here I was, standing in his huge office listening to him put me down yet again. I remembered the first time we met and my blood heated up. How could he act so calm, confident, smug and be such a gigantic jerk all at the same time?

"I tell you that because it's the truth, Miss Haruno. From the moment you walked into this office, you have been doing nothing but get under my skin."

"I do the best I can under the circumstances. You aren't exactly the world's best employer and if I'm being honest, you kind of suck. You are rude, demeaning, a slave driver and quite frankly you get under my skin too." By that point, I was fuming. "Sir." I added.

"Tch." Still he kept on studying his freaking notes.

"Look at me goddammit!" I threw it out. I wanted to take it back but I just let it hover in the air and I knew I was so getting a warning for my lack of respect. "If you're going to be acting like that, the least you can do is look at me."

He lifted his head and his eyes alone almost broke me. He leaned back casually into his seat. He didn't smile. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me and I sucked in a breath. The air became electric and I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. The moment dragged on and I swallowed hard.

"Are you done?" he finally spoke. "Because from where I'm sitting, it's looking like I'm the boss and you're the assistant in a weird outfit." His eyes were intense as he looked at me from head to toe. I felt more exposed than when he saw me in nothing but my lace undies. How could his stare alone reduce me to that? "So, are you done?"

I wanted to say yes. I needed to say yes so that I can keep my job. "No, I'm not done." I broke down. I couldn't believe I'd been calling him 'sir' this whole time. I couldn't believe I'd feigned not being hurt each time he made fun of my dresses. I wasn't rich. I was just starting out. He didn't really expect me to be affording designer outfits? "But I'll end there for now. You obviously woke up on the jerk side of the bed today."

He raised his brow and looked like he was gritting his teeth.

I shook my head. "Enjoy your day, Mr Uchiha." I needed to get out of there. I needed some air.

"Miss Haruno?"

"Yes." I turned.

"You can't work here anymore." He said it matter-of-factly.

"I-I d-don't understand." He wasn't saying what I thought he was saying, was he? He couldn't let me go just like that, could he? I had rights and stuff, right?

"I think you know, damn well what I mean. I know you're smart, despite your…short comings. You're a strong, smart woman. That I can give you."

Awkward? Maybe. Strong? Highly doubtful.

"Then why?" I didn't want to be a grovelling idiot and I wasn't going to beg for a job if he indeed was firing me. But I needed to know why? I knew the Suna incidence was a huge factor in all this but still, I needed to understand.

"The 'why' isn't important. If you read your contract, you would know that I hold all the cards and have the right to dismiss you when I see fit. You have done many things that go against the stipulated terms of our agreement and I can't keep letting them pass." He paused for a second, "just do us both a favour and walk out of here before an uncomfortable situation occurs that we both would rather afford. I won't be held responsible for anything that happens after this."

I just stared at him. I wasn't even shocked. The way my life was, I'd been shocked that I got the job in the first place. It was bound to come crushing down on me eventually. The best part was that, I'd been bottling up so much that now was a good as any time to let it out. I didn't want to be one of those people who come up with great retorts only after an argument was already lost. I wasn't going to be in my room, high on cheap wine and cursing Itachi when he wasn't even there to hear the insults I had for him. If he'd been an ex, this was the part where I got to tell him he had a small penis or that I faked all the orgasms. But looking at him I doubted women did a lot of faking when it came to his skills.

What the hell? Was I just admitting that he was good looking when the dickhead was firing me? I needed to have my head examined.

Sure, he was kind of a hot man. Okay, fine…not 'kinda', it was a freaking fact. He was beyond hot. Sure, he had charm and a sexual appeal that would rival Ian Somerhalder. Sure, if he wasn't my boss I would have been trying to board that particular train and ride it till my legs gave out or my heart stopped dead in my chest. I'd never thought I'd find a ponytail attractive but on him it worked out so well. However, looks aside, it didn't give him the right to act like Sir-Dick-a lot.

I didn't care that any woman in my situation would have just walked out of there with their head hanging low. I was going to give that jerk a piece of my mind, screw his good looks and the asshole horse they rode in on.

"So, you made me wake up early and bring the documents so that you can fire me? How nice of you." I told him. "I knew from the second I met you that you were the asshole to rule all assholes but not even I expected this level of cruelty."

He scoffed, "Cruelty?" he got up slowly from his seat and even though he was a distance away from me, he looked just as domineering. Just as magnificent.

Goddammit. Get a hold of yourself. If I could punch myself, I would have. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about how perfectly right his suit fit him or how his silky black hair fell and shaped his handsome face. It wasn't even the time to think about just how captivating his eyes were or how when they look at you-right into you- you almost feel and believe that they transport you to a whole new world…almost like his stare alone can open you up and make you see the world in a whole new amazing light. His eyes alone gave me visions.

Sweet baby in a manger with a bunch of smelly animals! What was up with me? I knew I should have rinsed my brain and gotten rid of the image of him in nothing but low hanging jammies. Now my brain was all messed up.

He walked around his desk and then leaned back into it. "If you can't handle a little honesty then I don't think the law business is where you belong. Go and join Sesame Street if you expect the world to be all cookies and sunshine. Look around, you don't belong in this world."

In that moment, he looked like Agent 008- licensed to be a douchebag. After the night I'd had, this wasn't how I wanted to spend my morning. The men in my life sucked. I sure knew how to pick them. 10 seconds Tanaka. Jackhammer Lee. Almost-fucked-me-against-a-wall-and-then-bolted Kakashi. Hot-and-cold smug Itachi. Clap for me guys. I'm a weird guy magnet. Next on my list, Fred Kruger and Christian Grey.

I shook my head in disbelief. "Well congratulations, you're officially the worst person I've ever met. And that's counting that one homeless man who flashed me." The image of his unkempt bush and ginormous penis still stalked my brain. The thing looked like a cross between a hosepipe and rugby ball. Maybe he had elephantitis of the dick. I will never understand the people who feel compelled to show their junk to random strangers in the street. What did he expect? - Me to get on my knees and worship his royal hugeness? Suck it, like it held all the solutions to my life problems?

"I guess I was right with my first assumption about you. You rich people are all the same. No time to think about the small people. Up here in your glass offices I bet you feel like gods. Well, newsflash, nobody lik-"

My words were cut short as he stalked towards me and pulled me against his body and kissed me with all he had. Any other time I would have pushed him off of me. Bit him, scratched him, but somehow my body had plans of its own. My mind was saying no but my body wanted him. I found myself opening up to him and letting his proficient tongue and lips explore me. Yep, there would be no faking with a man this skilled. I let his hands work my body like he was the master and I the puppet.

What the hell was going on?

His hands trailed on the small of my back and he held me even closer. I don't know if it was the anger, the shock or how everything from the night before still left me in need. Or maybe it was because Itachi was a yummy piece of man and deep down I knew it, but I realised I'd moved my hands to take in a fistful of his hair and when his tongue met with mine and he gently squeezed my ass, I whimpered softly and discovered I was starting to pant. I was being reduced to a needy woman and I liked it.

My boss was kissing me and I was enjoying it. Itachi was setting me ablaze and I wasn't thinking of stopping him. Oh boy.

The kiss was becoming desperate and I knew in my heart of hearts, I didn't have what it would take to stop this dangerous ride we were on. If we didn't put an end to it, there was a chance I'd let him bend me over the hard desk and ram into me like a beast. If he asked me of it, I would give it to him. I knew I was going wild and my thoughts were less than pure. He slowly broke the kiss and trailed butterfly kisses on my face. His breathing was just as insane as mine. Then he rested his forehead on mine.

"Do you understand now?" he asked slowly. His voice was like something I'd never heard. It was laced with a sexuality that was uncompelled and I knew I was in trouble. I willed my eyes to open slowly and they made contact with his dark ones. His lips were went and slightly open. "Do you see now, just how messed up the situation has gotten?"

"W-what?" my mind was a bit foggy. What was he trying to tell me?

"Fighting the urge to touch you has been torturous for me. Being mean to you was all I could do to hide just how much you got to me. Seeing you in Suna, in nothing but my shirt and your heels almost drove me mad. It took everything I had not to make you mine that night. To brand you. I can't fight…this…anymore."

All I could smell was him. This close proximity was messing with my thought process. "What are you saying?" I was still in my kissing high.

He gave a dry chuckle, "You're a bit on the slow side today, huh?" he kissed me softly on the lips and I imagined that was it. But, the kiss deepened and I was kissing him once more. Open mouth kisses that left me confused and anyone looking at us wouldn't know where he began and I ended. I moved my hands to touch his chest and he groaned.

"Damn it!" he broke the kiss again and his eyes looked darker, I didn't know how that was possible. "I can't have you working for me when each time you pass by all I want to do is push you against a wall and take you. I'm usually a composed man, but somehow all reason goes out the window each time you show up for work in your pink hair and your tight little dresses." He was still holding onto my waist as he spoke. His fingers making small circles that made me suck in a hot breath. "I love your fire, but I never expected to be consumed by its flames and be reduced to this craving buffoon. I don't want to feel like this anymore." He finished.

My mind was still trying to process what the hell he was saying. Was he firing me because I turned him on and he hated it?

"This…isn't happening." I said, still breathless. I was dreaming. Yes. That had to be it. "This can't be real." How had it turned out like this?

He smiled and let go of me. He leaned back and rested on his large desk. His arms folded. The loss of his hands on me could be felt down to my core and I was surprised that I didn't fall to the floor. I had to talk to my legs later. They were doing a good job of supporting me, despite being turned to mush. My heroes.

Crap! Now I'm talking to body parts.

"Real, you say." He looked at me and I knew I still looked like I was in a lust induced haze, my eyes were probably the incarnation of Do-Me eyes. "People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define 'reality'. But what does it mean to be 'correct and 'true'? Merely vague concepts...'reality' may be a mirage, Miss Haruno. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?"

Huh? What the hell was he trying to tell me? He smiled again when he saw my confusion.

"Real is what you make of it, Sakura." Hearing him say my name came as a shock to me. I guess him shoving his tongue in me meant we were now on a first name basis. Good to know. "I refuse to be controlled by my most basic of needs and emotions. I want to live in a reality where I don't come off as unprofessional because I keep thinking about making love to my assistant. Do you know how many different ways and on how many different surfaces I can have you in this very office? Twenty one. I've counted. That's not a normal thing to know, Miss Haruno, or to think of. That's not the kind of man I am. I meant what I said. Nothing good ever comes out of mixing pleasure with business."

A memory of the time he told me those words came back to mind. It was after Kakashi had just left the office and Itachi was scolding me for acting like a horny teen.

Wait? Twenty one ways? How? I could count like 5. Tops. Oh my inexperienced sex life. Curse you. I shook my head to clear it and seem more in control.

"Then you're a coward."

"Excuse me?" he looked shocked.

"You heard me. You're a coward." I said it again. "So, because you can't keep it in your pants I have to suffer and lose my job? That sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen. It would make a great news headline as well. I can see it already, 'successful horndog lawyer gets disbarred for firing assistant he wanted to screw.'"

He laughed out, "Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm not. I'm simply saying the facts. You know better than I do, you went to law school. You can't fire someone because you want to do the nasty with them."

Another laugh escaped him, "The nasty?" he was enjoying this, "what are you? 12?"

I ignored him. Now wasn't a time to be getting a lesson on all the adult ways I could have phrased, 'having sex'. The smug bastard was planning on firing me because he found me attractive. Oh god. Itachi found me attractive! What? It finally hit me. I felt the air thin out.

"I have three simple rules that I go by. They make me. One, I never let my little brother down. Ever. I'd sacrifice all that I have and all that I'm for that foolish little pipsqueak." The way he said it made me believe him. His little brother must be something if that was how strongly Itachi could express himself. "Two, I never shit where I eat. I'm not a damn animal. And three, listen carefully because this one concerns you. I never, ever fuck where I work."

"Then control yourself. You just said you're not an animal. Prove it." I couldn't believe I still had the power to say stuff like that. Somehow challenging him and saying the first thing that pops in my mind was how I found myself interacting with him.

"You underestimate just how much I want you."

My kitty-cat took a dive into an ocean.

"I-I have to go." I told him, "And you can't fire me. Your reason stinks and you know it." I turned and started walking away before he could say anything. I walked out of that office and made my way to the elevator. As soon as I made it and it closed behind me, I sunk to the floor and started hyperventilating.

Holy shit snacks. Sweet mother of fucking fuckery of fucks and noodles!

Itachi kissed me. He admitted to wanting me. I'd actually liked the experience.

I suddenly felt an overwhelming guilt to a man I didn't even have a commitment with. Why did I feel like such a slut for letting Itachi kiss me? I didn't owe Kakashi anything. Least of all now. He obviously didn't think I was worth it. Otherwise he would have called me.

~xoxo~

"You lucky slut." Ino shouted at me once I'd narrated the occurrence. Obviously she found it great that two guys wanted me.

"Lucky? What the hell have you been smoking?" Luck is walking down the street and finding a suitcase full of money. Luck is finding out that you won an all expenses trip to the Bahamas for a competition you didn't even enter for. This wasn't luck. This was effed beyond belief.

"Just admit it, Saks. You're enjoying this. If you say otherwise, then you aren't just lying to me but to yourself as well."

Was I really enjoying the attention? Did I really like the fact that two hot men were showing an interest in me?

"I feel like a whore."

"Why because you let two guys kiss you in the span of two days?" she got up to go and refill our glasses with more juice. I would have opened up a bottle of wine and gotten myself high but I wanted to have my wits about me a lot longer. Alcohol would help mask the problem but it wasn't going to solve anything. "Give me a fucking break. It's the 21st century." Ino shouted from the kitchen. "I refuse to accept that it's okay for a man to dangle a chain of different women and be called a legend, but when a woman tries the same, she's suddenly labeled a slut. You aren't even dating these guys. You kissed them. Big fucking deal. You've been celibate forever and the one time you let loose, you want to feel guilt? Don't do that to yourself."

She walked back and sat down next to me, handed over my glass and looked at me. "Don't beat yourself up too much. You're a modern day woman. You're allowed to explore your options before you decide what you truly want."

"You make it seem so simple."

"That's because it is." She held my hand and squeezed it. What would I do without her? "Now, should we talk some more about how much of an ass Kakashi is or would you rather explain to me just how hot Itachi made you feel?" she snickered.

"That's not funny." I scowled. Kakashi was still a sensitive topic. He still hadn't called.

"I know. I'm just trying to lighten the mood. We're both desirable women and we're spending lover's day alone."

"Well at least you have a man that loves you." I told her. We weren't exactly in the same boat on this one. Sai loved her and they were a match made in heaven. What did I have? A boss who'd kissed me senseless and a silver-haired hottie who was playing hide and seek…with all the hiding and none of the seeking.

"Yeah, but he's not here now is he? Don't get me wrong. I would have liked to be with him but the meeting he's having today is very good for him. I wouldn't forgive myself if he missed out on such an important opportunity just so we can hang out." She explained. The thing I admired about their relationship was that they always expressed how they felt about each other every day. They didn't wait for one day in the year to prove their love. That was the kind of relationship I wanted. One where a man got me flowers on a Tuesday simply because he wanted to and not because it was some 'special' day when people dressed up and imitated tomatoes.

"You're so lucky." I pointed out.

"And you will have your time too. Just don't rush into making a decision."

"Yeah. I guess."

"Nothing for guessing. I know it will work out." She smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Thank you."

"Pssh, don't be weird." She brushed it off, "Now are we going to see that erotic movie or not?" she beamed as she thought about the movie that was being released. Months ago, I'd been in her shoes and was looking forward to it. But in that moment, the last thing I wanted to do was watch a movie about a super attractive, billionaire with mommy issues who blindfolds and ties up women, right before he fucks their virginities and all sense away from them.

"Do we really have to?" I asked. I wasn't in the mood.

"Do we have to? Do we have to?" she screeched. "Do we have to breathe? Do we have to bath at least once a day? Do we have to drink liquids? Saks, get real."

I sighed as I finished my juice. "Fine. Here's to spending the evening in a dark cinema full of middle aged women with wet panties and throbbing clits." Gross.

"Don't forget the boners." She laughed, "Not from the women, but from the guys who will be brave enough to buy tickets." Double gross. I could practically smell the sexual frustration and need that would fill the cinema to the brink.

I shook my head. "Can't we just watch Avengers again?"

"No." she said flatly and got up.

~xoxo~

The Monday I went back for work, I felt like I was walking to the gallows. How awkward was it going to be facing Itachi again? Maybe I should have just quit. Maybe his plan of firing me wasn't so bad. The dreams I had about him would make a pornstar blush. Who knew how I would handle seeing him again. Now that I knew how he felt on my skin and just how good a kisser he was, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind.

I don't care how Ino made it sound. In my heart I still felt like I was cheating. Like I was a slut.

There was still no word from Kakashi.

None.

Zilch.

It was like he'd just vanished off the face of the earth. I'd stopped trying to reach him after my 10th try. I wanted to know what was up but I wasn't a psycho.

"Good morning." I said as soon as peeped through Itachi's office.

"Good morning." He said. He acted like he normally did.

There was no sound of a cricket in the room. That was good.

There was no awkwardness, well, except from me expecting him to rip off my clothes and bang me on the floor. I don't know why I was imagining the worst. I smiled to myself. Okay, fine. A part of me was disappointed that he was being his usual self. I kind of expected some sexual tension. Stares of longing. Unintentional intentional touches. Anything.

"Is there something else, Sakura." He looked up at me.

"Uh, no." I prepared to walk away. So much for him not being able to control himself. He looked pretty in control to me.

"Oh. Kakashi will be here after 10. I want you to be in the meeting again."

My heart stopped.

I couldn't believe I'd forgotten we were helping him with his secret club. I was going to see him again. The three of us were going to be in the same room. How was I going to handle that? I should have taken a shot before I got to work.

"Sakura?"

"Yes." I pretended to be okay.

"Is something wrong?"

"No. I mean yes. I just remembered I didn't turn off the iron at my apartment." I lied.

He raised his brow in a quizzical manner. Yep. He didn't buy the lame ass lie.

I had to back away slowly. "Sakura?" he called again, "I trust you remember our discussion the last time Kakashi was here."

"Yes, I remember." Who would forget such a conversation?

"Good." he switched his attention to his laptop, "that would be all."

I finally left his office and returned to my desk. Kakashi was coming and I didn't know what I would say. Itachi had kissed and was acting like it hadn't even happened.

Men. I slumped on my seat and felt the walls close in on me. I wasn't ready for this.

My eyes widened and my heart raced. He'd called me Sakura the entire time I'd been talking to him.

~xoxo~

Author's Note: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY you beautiful, awesome people. How was it for you? Did you get some roses and chocolates? I hear that's the norm. Well, that and lots of hot, wild sex. Eew, no. I'm not asking about your sex life. Don't get me wrong. I just mean that…ah fuck it. Ignore the last 6 sentences. Cool.

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