Visit Tsunade

It was clear to me that I couldn't go after Sakura just yet. It was the day after, and trying to hangout with her would only show how **** I was. That's why after much deliberation I had made a great and risky choice.

"Morning Alain," said Tsunade. Her hair was wet, as if she had just gotten out of the bath. It was still early.

Her face had little makeup on, but she still looked great.

"Forgive me," said Tsunade softly," but isn't it your day off. And you are here. In front of me.. your boss." Tsunade did look a bit confused, and nothing I would say could change that. I definitely wasn't going to tell her I was here because I wanted to see her.

"Yeah," I said,"but I don't really see it like work. I mean, I know you are my boss, but you're like my age." Tsunade's face scrunched up, and suddenly I felt like she was about to jump from the table and **** me. But after a moment of looking at my face she seemed to calm.

"I'm, not quite your age," said Tsunade. Then what was she, 21? Tsunade began to comb her hair. Still I stood there, and began to look around the room rather than at her cleavage.

Tsunade's lips tightened as she combed her hair, and then she was staring straight at me. In a moment, her face suddenly looked irresistible. Her eyes caught mine, and I couldn't look away. They were so tense. And her lips, bare of lipstick but still looking so smooth and kissable. I didn't know how to react, but somehow I knew this was a test of sorts.

"What is it you came for," whispered Tsunade? I could feel sweat on my forehead, and suddenly my body was tightening up. "Did you come for work? Did you want to hangout? Or, something else?" I barely knew now. I definitely didn't want to say the truth.