Nitzumi was on her knees behind Hanzos desk working as she hummed a tune. There simply wasnt enough space for two chairs as she typed out some of the easier emails to clients and contractors. A few time she would give a glance over her shoulder to Aki to inquire what to type. Even sh felt the innocent help was a little naughty feeling. She smirked to herself thinking what Miku would think if she saw them now. Shaking the thought from her head she wondered how her friend could really say any of that stuff after all the time they spent together. Sure Mitzumi was the party girl and could drink her friends under the table if she tried but a home wrecker? The thought made her brow furrough as she typed a little angry. Tomorrow she would corner Miku and give her a good talkin to! 

There was a knock at the outer door. The two locked eyes like the start of a combat scene between rivals. "Mr. Hanzo?" The door opened and heals could be heard on the non carpeted parts of the floor. 

Hanzo shook his head. It was Mrs. Willis. He wasnt suppose to have anyone else typing company emails that didnt work there. It was after six so there also was not suppose to be anyone else in the building as a company policy. Hanzo rolled his eyes at the only option he could think of. "You're not suppose to be here after six. ...Get under the desk." 

Mitzumi rolled her eyes as she softly chewed her bottom lip. The steps got closer and she heard the hand on the inner office door knob. With a soft sigh she ducked under the desk just as the door swung open. 

"Mr. Hanzo?" She peeked into he office as she spotted him behind the desk rolling forward. "I saw the light was on, and I just wanted to have a word with you," The American paused not having thought this far. Amanda was certainly not going to say, 'I was just checking to see if you were engaging in some sick harem hentai with your two new coworkers.' "About your Saitama... region, network." She flinched at the way she sounded. Soldiering through the act she moved to sit in the chair across from the desk taking the seat with her knees together. No way she would give the ol' crossing her legs in front of her coworker signal. Just then it struck her, the feint smell of ...perfume. Asking about it would be too direct. It was his office and he did have those two coworkers but it smelled recent.

The muscles in his jaw flexed. It was just like some ridiculous hentai. The only thing that could top it was if his actual wife came in at this exact moment seeing them together and Mitzumi under the desk. At that moment Aki gave serious consideration to having a wakizashi in his office for times like this in a glass case labeled, Break in case of dissolution of marriage due to office hentai scenario before Miku finds out, and after you finish the daily taskers. "The Saitama distribution warehouse? Mrs. Egin just completed the new network distribution schematics for that region, but how did you know?" Just then Aki felt tense! His eyes shot wide from the sensation under his desk! She wouldnt, not now?!!

Mitzumi would, could, and in fact did. It was just too tempting, she felt he was always a little too uptight and needed to blow off some steam more often. It was why she often invited him out to drink with them. Even she had to admit she liked him better after he had a few drinks in him. The tie would come off and he was all smiles. Her hand half way frozen in mid air as she pictured his red face with a big smile and then added his shirt half unbuttoned. The times he leaned in close to get another drink from across the table. The way his cologne smelled in the moment mixing with alcohol. How did Miku the quiet one land a good man like him? Sure she had thought about it in the private moments, it was why she even tried a few times before they got married to test him. In very disappointing fashion his honor held true. Politely acting as if her attempts were a joke or ignoring the other more subtle touches. There was even that moment in the elevator where Aki took Mitzumi up to her apartment after loosing her battle with sake and contact with her feet. She had leaned against his strong chest the entire ride up. Her hand on his arm and chest. Pretending to be more drunk then she was and yet, he made not one wrong move, the perfect gentlemen. It was payback, she reached out and grabbed his calf under the desk giving it a good one handed rub as she grimed deviously.

Amanda notice the sudden tension in his face. Was it because they were in his office together? Everyone lese in the office was gone for the day, so they were alone. If he made a move could she make it to the door before he locked it? Her heart beat a little faster in her chest. He was a dog, like all men. The blond noted the blinds were closed, did he anticipate this? Her palms began to sweat a little so she rubbed them on her dress casually, stopping as she noticed his eyes looking at her hands on her thighs. 'Baka'! Amanda screamed to herself inside instantly moving her hands to the arm rests again. 

Hanzo noticed Mrs. Willis was starting to squirm in her chair. Was it uncomfortable? He started to feel hot. Slowly he tried to kick Mitzumi under the desk but he was moving slow to avoid notice and she caught the kick with her other hand. Then he felt her pinn his right foot under her knee. Aki gave a puzzled look out in the open but not because of Mrs. Willis. He felt Mitzumi trying to take off his left shoe! Akis mind like a shot went to the conclusion she was going to tickle him! He started to panic and froze tensing his whole body trying to brace for what might come! 

Mrs. Willis was panicking too. Why was it so hot in his office? He was giving her strange looks, did he know her excuse was not the real reason she was there? Did she just give some foreign signal with her hands on her thighs? [i]Why the hell was it so hot in here?[/i] All she could think of was her blond hair. Did he have a thing for foreign women? Taking a deep breath she knew better. Mr Hanzo was a married dog. Even his new hires were of dark hair, but then again... maybe that was the connection? Amanda was, as far as she knew, the only blond in the building. Hell she might be the only blond in a five mile radius! Now the only blond, in a five mile radius, was in this hot box, rubbing her thighs, with her hands, in front of this dog! She jumped up the same time Mr. Hannzo jumped up driving his left foot to the floor in safety. "I have to go. Thank you for the explanation. I look forward to working with you Mr. Hanzo." She forgot to bow and walked briskly out the office down the hall to the safe elevator. Leaning against the wall as the doors shut Amanda safely inside giving a sigh. This dog was a master of his craft. She wouldnt make that mistake again.

"Baka..." As he stared at Mitzuki emerging out from under the desk her face was red and a big devious grin. "If you ever do that again... I'll make sure we both get fired." Aki playfully kicked at her. 

In her best hentai voice, "You loved it, Sempai?" She giggled getting to her feet.

He playfully kicked her again. "Baka." After a moment of awkward looks and giggles, "I dont know what to do by the time we catch the train back it will be about eight pm. She will be sleeping and, I'm not coming home with you in tow." 

Mitzumi nodded. "Well, We still need to talk about what to do tomorrow." She gave a side glance as her face turned into something purely sinister! "I suppose you should come ...back to my place." 

Hanzo gave her a breif 'are you crazy?!' look before thinking about it. With a sigh and slump of his shoulders he nodded. "Fine. Nothing funny and I'm on the sofa." He watched her expression which was a mask before silently nodding of approval. They gathered his things, Mitzuki carried his briefcase as they made it to the elevator. The awkwardness was thicker than tofu the entire walk to the train as they stood on the plat form together. Making small talk along the train ride as the train jostled and lurched along the tracks. He noted her feint blush. The tucking of her loose hair behind an ear. Aki gave himself a look at his own reflection in the glass and shook his head, 'baka' he thought.