Beneath the Surface [Yandere!Itachi x Reader]

Chapter 2

She didn't come back the next day. Or the next. Two days and he was on the verge of destroying the city with his bare hands just to find her, if he could. 

Nevertheless, he stayed put in his spa, greeting customers warmly and massaging his regular clients, along with new ones. 

It was hard to set up an appointment for his particular spa as the influx of telephone calls flooded the major phone line, pleading for a chance to experience the Akatsuki Hands. The clients who were accepted were the ones who were elitists, socialites and celebrities. 

Of course he enjoyed helping others relax but it was essential that his profits exceeded his enjoyment in order to keep the business going.  

He was in the waiting area, observing his surroundings as his next client wouldn't be here in another half hour. His receptionist was currently on the phone, attempting to book new appointments for the next week as quickly as possible.  

"And who would you like for your next appointment, Miss Shizumi?... Itachi is available next Monday for the next two hours, if you would like to stay for that long?... To double check, your full name is [Name] Shizumi, yes?... Please be sure to bring an ID card so we can verify it's you... Have a nice day, we'll be seeing you next week!" 

It took all of his willpower to not jump over the desk and snag the phone away from his employee, to blatantly say his feelings for her. He calmed himself down, convincing himself it would do no good for him to profess to his future lover like a blubbering idiot when they barely knew each other. [Name] Shizumi, he mused, a lovely ring to it. 

He felt his mood shift into giddiness and glee. She was going to come back next week and he could already feel her soft, luscious underneath him... His body threatened to convulse in thrilled spasms but having his receptionist worry and call the ambulance was one thing he didn't want. Instead, he smiled at him and asked innocently, "So Shisui, it seems I have an appointment for next week already?" 

"Yes dear cousin," said man mimicked a high-pitched voice, "you have this woman all to yourself for two hours like you always do with other women. Oh my, oh la la!" 

Itachi rolled his eyes at Shisui's attempt of humor. "Sometimes I wonder why I hired you." 

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm stuck as a shitty receptionist instead of learning how to massage women," Shisui grumbled. 

"I've never discouraged you from partaking in classes; you just never showed up for any of them," Itachi said. 

"About that... I'm a lazy guy, what can I say. I guess admiring women from afar and saying pickup lines at the front desk isn't so bad after all," Shisui shrugged, grinning contently. 

"I suppose you bring a good amount of business here-" 

A soft melody played from the door, alerting them a customer had just arrived and they ceased their conversation.  

Itachi recognized her as one of his daily clients. Unfortunately, he added silently. She was quite abrasive and bold, not caring how many of her advances had been rejected earlier on, hoping at least one of her attempts in the future would get through to him. 

"Itachi!" she practically squealed like a pig, throwing herself onto him, provoking a mental grimace from the man himself. 

"Please refrain yourself or we may never get started," he said politely, smiling at her. Now if it was Miss Shizumi here instead, grabbing onto me, grabbing onto other parts I rather not think about... he scolded himself furiously. I rather not have an erection and cause a misunderstanding with this clingy woman here. 

"Of course Itachiii!" she drawled his name in a way meant to be cute and flirty, however sounding the opposite. She released him from her grasp and he felt relieved to be free. He glanced at Shisui who mouthed, "Good luck" and shook his head, leading the way to his massage room. He could sense the lusty stare aimed towards his behind but chose to ignore it.  

"Please disrobe and I will be back in a few minutes," he said curtly. Just before he exited the room, he heard a huff of disappointment. Foolish woman, did you think I rather stay to watch you change? The only person I would do so for is [Name]…  

He smirked to himself, recalling her visit. He technically broke the rule between masseur and client: to leave the room, give them privacy to change when they needed it. He had never left the room, just merely stepped aside behind the curtain but she didn't need to know that did she? Unless she read the spa's policy. She would strike me as someone intelligent if she calls me out on it, but we will see. I hope you surprise me... Sweet Cheeks, he just blurted in his mind. 

The memory of her shapely bum just had him dreaming, moaning in his sleep and found him humping his pillow when he woke- 

"Itachiii, I'm ready!" 

He stiffened at the sound of her disgusting voice- it wasn't the heavenly, sweet voice he yearned to hear. He begrudgingly stepped in the room and smiled falsely, although she was laid face down and couldn't see his expression. 

"Let's get started then." 

The moment he applied massage oils on this woman's skin, it felt wrong. The oils were supposed to be for her, yet this woman was here, wasting it away. Her ass was not the shape he wanted, the perfect image of [Name]'s burned into his brain. 

Suddenly, he racked up a couple of coughs to cover his embarrassment of his most recent thought, ignoring the foul woman's awful worries. 

I want to spank her.