Office Hours

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A/N: After the "Playing Trilogy" here comes office hours. It's not a sequel but it will contain LEMON in the further chapters… you have been warned…

Chapter 1: First Impression Never Lasts

"I will send you secretary to assist you," the female voice on the other line hung-up soon after this statement. A man with flaming red hair replaced the receiver and then exhaled painfully. "Here we go again," he said to himself as ran his fingers through his short hair.

Within thirty minutes, a woman wearing a formal female office suit, which is to say the female button-up white shirt with neck tie plus a black coat together with black slacks, walked into the room.

Placing her numerous held folders on her boss' table, she adjusted her eyeglasses that hid her emerald-green eyes and then acknowledged her boss. "Gaara-sama, here are today's agenda," Gaara rolled his eyes as he listened to the several meetings and other less important matters recited by his secretary.

It had been a month since his secretary started working. His brother had insisted that Sakura was the appropriate lady for the job since they're practically on the same age group. Unlike his former secretary which is like twenty years older than him.

In truth, he accepted the offer hearing that the girl was only two years younger than him but he was disappointed… and that's an understatement… upon seeing the woman he hired. Not only did she look way older than him, she acts as if she knows everything. Not that he has anything to complain about her work, she's perfect down to the very last period about her paper work but her fashion statement and everything that goes with it is another story.

She's not fat and she's not thin but neither is she sexy. That's Gaara's impression as he saw her. He had his share of women and he can very well define what sexy is and he trusts his instincts that say this woman is well… plain NORMAL. Yup normal, the kind of girls who you would pass by without even sparing a glance; the kind of girls who would wear a very revealing dress yet not one spares her a look.

Her hair though it was in a really unique color, was always arranged in a neat bun making her look like an old woman. That hair has been like that ever since, he never saw it undone or even change it's usual position it's always there three inches above her nape.

She's so fond of wearing those old fashioned eye-glasses. Sometimes he would look at her eyes while she's explaining something intricate just to see her eyes but all he saw was her eyebrow raised in both confusion and annoyance at his arrogant stare.

How he pitied her sometimes… but he hated her ever since she started working.

She meant business that's for sure. One time when he skipped work just to watch a movie, she daringly stood in the middle of the screen, asked the lights to be turned on just to search for him and to drag him back to office. He had no choice if he refused she would stay there rooted in the middle of the screen as the movie continues plus the fact that the movie audience were getting cranky with her interruption.

On another neck-wrangling moment, he didn't notice that he already exceeded his leisure time by two hours playing basketball. The ball was passed then it landed on the hands of a woman in the middle of the court wearing her usual conservative attire saying "Gaara-sama, it's time to get to work," his secretary said as she held the ball. Seeing this, he gave up.

This woman is down right serious when it comes to business. After that incident, he never dared to skip work or even loss track of his leisure time.

"Make him straight or else find yourself another job!" this was her welcoming greeting from the director of the company. Apparently, she was now the secretary of the president of the company and from what she heard, he already sent out three grown woman crying out of frustration with his childish behaviors.

Sakura needed to be serious. This was the only job that can support her living standards plus the fact that she can attend to her other matters without question as soon as she's done with what was assigned for her today. Upon her first day, she was surprised to have such a good-looking boss but then she slapped herself awake mentally. Saying… What are you doing Sakura! I thought you were done with boys. Besides, he doesn't look like a guy who would give a damn about you especially with the apparel you have chosen to live in. The voice in side her head detailed in. With that, she blocked out any illusions of her with her boss or any other guy. That's right… this is the life I've chosen… I have to play my part.

He sat there in the middle of a meeting with his siblings and other co-companies. His gaze slowly traveled to the woman beside him. Sakura was silently taking notes as usual unaware of her observer.

"I'm glad to inform you that the company has made a contract with the Uchiha Company. Tomorrow, President Gaara and his secretary will meet the president of said company, President Uchiha, Sasuke." His brother announced garnering a loud applause.

"What?" Sakura immediately exclaimed. Shit! The old me resurfaced! What do I do!... Okay… okay… act cool. Everyone including his red headed boss looked at her in confusion. Sakura had never done anything like this ever since she started working. She was perfect… not a single erasure on her documents and not a wrong sneeze inside a meeting but now… her perfection stands corrected.

"Sorry," she bowed her head in embarrassment then everyone resumed on with the meeting. That was smooth… real smooth. She punched herself mentally as she struggled with her inner conflicts.

Of all the companies to have a contract with, they chose 'his' company. Not only that, I'll be meeting 'him' tomorrow. What the hell am I supposed to do! So much about keeping my past a secret… it's coming right after me like a cat with a cat nip… I know! She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

The next day…

"What do mean she's absent?" Gaara looked up from the papers he was reviewing. "She called in sick this morning. I will be her replacement," a woman about her forties. She's sick? He remembered a time in which he felt that Sakura had a high fever. He insisted that she should go home but then all she said was "It's just the hormones' I'll be fine." She would even crawl just to get to work. He even suspected that she loves working so much it had become her hobby. Something was up and he can't put a finger to it.

"Sakura-san there will be another meeting tomorrow with the Uchiha Company. If you can't make it tomorrow just inform me," the voice message said. "What? Another meeting! Guess I'll be having another free day tomorrow," Sakura handed a glass of whisky to her blond friend.

"Girl, I don't know what you're doing with yourself-acting all professional and looking all conservative and all. Why the hell are you torturing yourself! I mean MY BESTFRIEND before could get a guy to invite her to dinner with a single glance and I am most definitely sure that you're not my best friend right now. So tell me Ms. Secretary… who are you?" Ino said as she fingered the rim of her whisky glass.

"I'm a girl who's trying to live my life…" Sakura replied flatly as she sat beside her on the couch. "Ooohhh, a girl trying to live her life huh. Well tell me little girl, if you're trying to live your life why are you trying to avoid your ex?" Bingo! That hit the target. Sakura stammered for an answer while Ino raised an eyebrow asking for her reply.

"Just face it Sakura. You're acting like this professional and all because that's your defense mechanism against your past break up. Not because you're trying to make ends met or… don't me make say things I'll regret later," she winked at her friend. The pink haired lady sighed in defeat. "Sakura… move on. He's a bastard. Don't hide your true self. Show him what he's been missing. And just maybe you'll be able to make your boss look at you as a woman… not as a lamp post." The blond started digging into her closet.

"I am not bitter over our break up. I just though of considering a make-over…" this was her lame response as she stared at her best friend that was currently making her conservative office suits fly out of her closet. "Alright, Ms. Secretary, prove it! If you're not bitter and all, you're going to wear this tomorrow." She held up a black miniskirt with a tight button up shirt that has a very revealing cleavage and the fact that upon wearing it, when she raised her hands, her flat tummy's saying hello.

"This is ridiculous. What am I doing this for again?" Sakura tried on her old clothes. "If you'll be able to do it. You proved me wrong but if you can't do it I'm right." Ino looked at her best friend as Sakura inspected herself in her huge body mirror.

The next day…

"What happened yesterday?" his brother and sister asked as they sat down for coffee in his office. "Nothing much…" Gaara replied as he sipped his coffee. "As usual a lame reply. Guess I'll have to ask Sakura for a full report then," his blond sister said she put her cup on the table. "She can't," the two looked at him questionably. "Why the hell not? She's your secretary," Kankuro said incredulously. "She was absent. She called in sick." "Really?" his brother asked as if it was impossible. "Yeah," Gaara smirked upon seeing his siblings' reactions. He was glad he wasn't the only one wondering.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Judging from the knock, Gaara knew it was his secretary. "Sakura come in," he ordered. The door opened to reveal a very captivating woman.

The two men stared at her so hard she feared she would melt. The lady in front of them was… no other word for it… H-O-T. Her long wavy pink hair was artistically designed by a single hair clip that made them have a good look at her mesmerizing forest green eyes. And her lips… just by staring at it makes Gaara want to slam her on the wall and kiss her crazy.

Her shirt though topped by a black coat was hugging her curves deliciously. Letting them, see her well sculpted body. Gaara's gaze traveled to her neckline. Her shirt was unbuttoned at the two top buttons above her bust letting them have a peek at her luscious cleavage. His green eyes wandered lower to her hips… it was hugged by a black mini skirt that was only about five inches below her bottom. She had long flawless legs and…

Sakura smirked inertly as she saw their reaction. It had been a while that she hasn't experience such attention but business is business so she gave them a little of her time while their eyes scanned her body. Alright time's up! She let her hand fall in her side then gestured their eyes to look at her face.

"Are you Sakura's replacement?" Temari was of course the first to make the first statement since the two were too busy slapping themselves awake from her spell. "Temari-sama… I AM Sakura," Sakura smiled at their reactions as she placed her folders at her desk.

Gaara's eyes became as wide as plates. True that voice did belong to his conservative old-fashioned secretary but…. That body can't be hers. He denied it so many times… Sakura never had this effect on me. Gaara fidgeted unnoticeably feeling himself grow hard with just staring at her. But when she smiled at them, he felt his heart stopped for a moment just before it slammed hard against his rib cage.

"Gaara-sama, today's agenda will be…" she proceeded with her usual routine while the three were still debating if she really was Sakura.

It's going to be a looooonnnnggg day. Gaara said to himself as he listened to her while his eyes uncontrollably wandered through her body again.

A/N: Hey I am warning you this story will contain LEMON. Please read and review.