🕠5:30 PM
It's half an hour to the end of the working day. Is he not coming? The rest of the employees had left. "A-aah.." she yawned and stretched on the chair. It's Friday, and, as usual, all the unnecessary paperwork has been dumped on me. Eh, it's not surprising... I've been working here for a few months or so. They don't encourage new employees.
The door opened, and Madara came in and headed toward her.
"Hello again. I'm sorry for not getting back to you sooner. Fighting through Friday rush hour traffic is quite a challenge." he replied.
"Good evening. That's all right." I turned to him swiftly.
I'm staring at him to see the outline of his abs.
He's wearing black jeans and a tight white shirt through which I can see the perfectly contoured abdominal muscles that emphasize his muscular body. Was he doing this on purpose to make my imagination go wild? She thinks.
Gosh, I wonder how his voice would sound when things get close to the climax and... The thought cuts off. Wait a minute, what am I doing? There's no time for wet fantasies. I see this man for the second time in my life. I don't have a single decent thought in my head. It's not me; it's the hormones. I should be getting my period soon. Calm down, Haruko, and take a deep breath.
She's trying to master the flow of continuous deliberation.
I bit my lower lip in desperation.
Madara liked what he saw. She looks so damn sexy while doing it. What a naughty girl. It's not hard to guess what she had in mind. How fascinating and quite entertaining to watch. Hmm, people aren't always what they seem. He admitted and unbuttoned some of the outer buttons and opened the collar of his shirt, exposing the view of his sharp collarbones.
"It's so hot in this place." He murmured.
"Oh! Yeah, you're right, it is," my cheeks flushed.
Man, he's not helping. Does he have telepathic abilities or what? I think.
The woman looked away, shifting her focus. She pretended to rummage for something on the table.
Uchiha decided to cool her ardor anyway. "Hey! You still there?"
He waved his hand in front of her face.
"You've gone somewhere deep in your thoughts, Haruko," Madara smirked.
"Ah, yes.. oops. My mind has been so busy thinking." I muttered.
He gave her a curious glance. "About what?" The man said playfully, knowing her answer beforehand.
"Why all of a sudden?" I got nervous and looked straight into his eyes. Those black eyes melted me from the inside out.
She quickly averted her gaze.
"Right now, I have a lot of responsibility on my shoulders," I joked and put a stupid smile on my face. "Well, you know, work in noisy and hot environments, job stress has a sneaky negative effect, and on top of that, stupid car repairs. Everything is falling apart." I ended my whining.
"How do you deal with stress?" He teased in a soft voice.
That question brought me to a standstill. "Mm-hmm." After a second of hesitation, I react.
"I swim. Swimming's a great way to keep yourself in excellent shape."
"I noticed. Your body speaks for itself." Madara answered in a tender voice.
Haruko blushed. Is it still flirting or already sexual harassment? She thought.
"I'm beyond grateful. I appreciate you taking the time to express that." Giggling, she said fidgetily and persisted, "Let's cut to the chase."
"Sure. I'd love to. I don't need to open an account because I have an active one at this bank." He uttered in a more stern tone.
"Very good." Haruko cheered. "Then tell me your price, and I'll wire you the amount for the damages. How much?"
He smiled and responded, "Zero."
"What?" I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That's not the way we agreed. Well, this is embarrassing. I rear-ended your car. It was my fault. You were outraged, and.."-
Madara interrupts. "No mention. Don't be concerned about it." He's trying to find something in the bag.
"O-okay," I was utterly baffled. "Then why did you come to the bank?"
"Finally! Found it!" He leans toward her and holds out his hand with the card. "I need to order a new replacement card. It expires in five days."
"All right. It'll take ten minutes. Please have a seat." I stated.
He pulled back a chair and sat across from her.
"Take your time. I'm in no hurry." Madara gave me a friendly smile.
I feel awkward about this whole situation. Shit.
Her inner dialogue does not stop.
His gaze is directed at Haruko. He's watching her actions intently as if waiting for the right moment.
Haruko thinks. I can feel his eyes on me.
The girl stood up and went to look for papers.
"Wait for a moment; I need to get some documents." She murmured and turned her back.
Madara sits, supporting his chin on his hand, and observes everything around him. This is his professional deformity as a police officer. He sees right through people, their intentions, expectations, and ulterior motives. Don't try to hide anything from him.
Is she as hot as she seems? He chuckled.
"God! Where are they...?" I flipped over various papers on the shelf and accidentally poked an object; I shrieked. "Crap! No! My boss will kill me if this vase breaks."
The girl stumbles and tries to catch the vase in mid-air.
"Look out Haruko!" Madara yelled.
