The Interview

"Mr. Jaegerjaques, your two o' clock is here," the temporary personal assistant announced.

"Oh, good, another one," he grumbled, rubbing his temples. "Send her in." He had been interviewing for a personal assistant for two weeks now. He had just gone through this hell a month ago. Why do they always quit? The troll parade was becoming unbearable. Is it really so hard to be pretty and capable of doing the job? So far the candidates were on two opposing ends of the spectrum. Some were extremely qualified but were ugly enough they would have to hang a pork chop around their neck for their dog to play with them. Since he would have to look at his assistant all day, she had to somewhat good looking. Others wanted the job for the personal part, but would have been useless at assisting with anything besides getting him off. Unfortunately, he needed more than a pretty piece of ass to decorate his lap. There was work and plenty of it to be done. One drop dead gorgeous yet incredibly dense and unbelievably unqualified blond even went as far as to strip down to her underwear during the interview. Of course she didn't get the job, but he did write down her number from her application and slip it in his pocket for future use. What incredible prize awaited him this time?

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he stared at the person that walked through his door. Okay – now things were getting ridiculous. Someone had to be playing a joke on him, and it was not very funny. What was this? A child? No wait. She was indeed a grown up but a very short one. A midget? No, they don't call them that anymore, and she's not short enough to be one. Anyway, a very short woman, barely over five feet tall, walked into his office. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a bun so tightly it had drawn back the corners of her eyes giving them a cat like appearance. She was wearing a light blue silk shirt buttoned up appropriately without even a hint of cleavage showing and a dark blue skirt that went below her knees. And glasses; she wore oval, blue framed glasses. Well, she certainly looked like a secretary. Oh, they don't call them that anymore either. This damned political correctness crap was aggravating as hell. It was a good thing he did not care who he offended or pissed off.

Grimmjow stood up as she briskly strode toward his desk. He smiled when she self-assuredly stuck out her hand first for the handshake. Her eyes never wavered from his as she confidently shook his hand. Her handshake was firm and almost manly, but her hand was delicate and silky soft in his palm. He had touched more 'dead fish' than he cared to think about; those limp wristed handshakes with clammy, sweaty palms. He was impressed. Her eyes kept steady contact with his and were brown; the same warm chocolate brown color as those of his friend and fellow CEO, Ichigo Kurosaki. She did not shy away from him or play coy by trying to flirt with him. He was very impressed.

"Mr. Jaegerjaques, it's a pleasure to meet you," she said. "My name is Ermintrude Caesara, sir."

Seriously? Now he knew someone was messing with him. How could such a pretty woman have such an ugly name? What horribly cruel parents. "Do people call you something else?" he asked, noticing a hard, angry look in her eyes.

"Minny, sir," she replied, staring at him with a malicious gleam in her eyes as if she were daring him to laugh.

Grimmjow resisted that urge based on the fact the little woman appeared as if she might stab him with the letter opener laying his desk if he chuckled the least bit. He slid open his desk drawer and pushed the letter opener into it. Better to be safe than dead. Minny? Really? Minny, for a miniature woman. Damn, this woman had some awful people in her life. Oh, the fun just didn't stop with this one.

"Tell me what you know about the company," he said, leaning back in his chair. This should be good. He always received interesting answers to this. His favorite was the blank stare because it made his decision easy. He leaned forward in fascination when she began spouting off facts and figures about the company. She even told him a few things he didn't know about Shinigami Corporation. When did they acquire a coroner's division and a police liaison to deal with issues surrounding murder victims?

"Would you like to hear my job experience next, sir?" she inquired pointedly, her eyes drilling into his.

"Dazzle me, Minny," he invited, smiling broadly as he said her name. He was immediately informed of a stellar work history that included actually having experience as a personal assistant. "How do you feel about blowjobs?" he asked suddenly, interrupting her.

"I don't know. I've never had one, sir," she answered without even a hint of a smile on her face.

Spoken like a true smart ass. Good, very good. He decided to push it a little bit further. "Would you give me one, now?"

"Is that an official part of the interview process?" she inquired, cocking an eyebrow.

"No. Of course not," he snorted irritably. He was disappointed that this did not throw her off at all; it had not even given her pause. She was not acting offended or upset in the least. Truly an unusual woman.

"There's your answer," she responded calmly, smiling sweetly at him.

"Miss Caesara, I don't see any reason to continue this interview," he announced suddenly, stopping her in midsentence after she had resumed listing her qualifications. He slammed his hands down on the desk before he stood up.

Minny closed her mouth and disappointment clouded her eyes. He was amazed that she wasn't going to cry. They usually cried at this part. She stood up and offered her hand saying," Thank you sir for your time."

"Congratulations, Minny. The job is yours," he announced as he shook her hand. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. She was gorgeous when she smiled. This one was a winner all the way around and too good of an opportunity to pass up. Easy on the eyes, knows what she's doing, and can handle his brand of bullshit; she was the woman he has been searching for. He sat back down, watching her walk away in a very prim, ladylike, and tight assed way. She was not sexy in the obvious sense which actually intrigued him. Her school marmish appearance and manners made him wonder what she was like when the clothes were off. She had interviewed for the job based on her merits and abilities alone without trying to seduce him. That in itself was an uncommon occurrence for him. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as his mind wandered. Thoughts of picking her up and sitting her on his desk before he spread her legs filled his mind.

"Oh, and sir," she said, stopping at the door with her hand resting on the knob. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder at him. "You can put any fantasies you might have of screwing me out of your head. I'm here to do a job - not you."

Grimmjow sat forward so fast he almost fell out of his chair. Shit! She was a mind reader too! Yes, indeed. Life for him was about to get interesting. He waited until she walked out of the door before he relaxed in his chair again, putting his hands behind his head. "We'll just see about that, Minny," he said out loud to himself.

"What an asshole," Minny grumbled to herself as she threw the thick new hire packet on the glass coffee table. She walked toward her bedroom, stripping off clothes and leaving a trail as she went. The glasses came off and her hair came down with a big sigh of relief.

The first part of the plan was as success – she had gotten the job. The plan was simple really: lure Ichigo Kurosaki into her bed. She would have him so addicted to her that everything else would take care of itself after that. He was her goal; not the blue haired walking hard on who just hired her. She would have preferred to get a job working directly for Ichigo but that would not be possible because his present PA, Rukia Kuchiki, had worked for him literally since the company began. Most of the people who worked there had known each other for years before they even started the company. The Shinigami Corporation owned most of the funeral homes, casket makers, and florist shops in the country. Yep, they had a good thing going for them. It was a multi-million dollar industry that would always have a customer base. People died every day and would continue to do so.

After her shower, Minny pulled on a white silk robe and poured herself a glass of red wine. With a big sigh of satisfaction, she sat down to fill out the mounds of paperwork she would need to have completed by tomorrow. She was busy writing in the blanks of the personal information sheet which was proving to be irksome when her doorbell rang. With a noisy sigh of frustration, she dumped the paperwork on her glass coffee table wincing when it made an awful sound as if it might shatter. She pulled her robe tighter around her as if that would help hide her nipples that had suddenly hardened from the mysterious chill she had received before going to answer the door. The sight of a massive bouquet with long skinny legs greeted her vision when she jerked open the door. She leaned against the door jamb waiting for the bearer of beautiful blooms to show himself, although she was sure she already knew who it was.

"I hear congratulations are in order," he said, lowering the bouquet to reveal his familiar fox face.

"Thanks, Gin. Would you like to come in?" she asked, returning the sly little grin that was a permanent part of his face. He always smiled because he was ALWAYS up to something. If he wasn't in the middle of a plan, he was thinking of a new scheme. He was her best friend and sometimes lover.

"Sure would," he answered enthusiastically. His eyes immediately went to her breasts and the grin became lopsided. "Are you happy to see me?"

"Always," she responded, closing the door behind him. "Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked, walking toward the kitchen with a loose jointed swing to her hips that he enjoyed watching.

"Of course. We're celebrating right?" He sat the bouquet on her kitchen counter while he studied her behind as she raised up on her tiptoes to get a glass from the cabinet.

"Yes. I'll have to give you a special thank you for all of that information," she said, winking at him as she handed him his filled glass. "I believe that is what impressed the blunette enough to hire me." She took his hand to lead him to her puffy white sofa.

"I'm sure the fact that you're a beautiful woman had nothing to do with his decision," he murmured, tracing her chin with his finger. He loved her - he had for years. He could not tell her because she did not want to hear it. She belonged to him once but that seemed like a lifetime ago. They were both different then. The only thing holding them together now was a common enemy they were united against. That enemy had made her this cold, mean spirited, and calculating woman. But she was still the woman of his dreams.

"Gin, darling," she murmured, placing her foot in his lap. "You would have been impressed. I was dressed up as the stereotypical, frigid four eyed secretary."

"They don't call them that anymore, sweetheart," he chided, sipping is wine.

"I don't care," she snapped, moving closer to him. Her robe slipped open revealing her thigh as she wrapped her leg around his body. She did not notice the excessive amount of skin showing, but he sure did. "I was great. I believe being dressed like that turned him on more than if I'd walked in and performed a lap dance."

Gin slid his hand up her calf and over her knee as she talked. "You could be wrapped in a brown paper bag and still be sexy," he said, sliding the fingers of his other hand down her neck. He wanted to kiss the smooth ivory skin there so badly, but instead he stroked it again with his fingertips. She continued talking, but he wasn't really listening. "Why do you want Kurosaki?" he inquired, interrupting her. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye to see if she was irritated – she was.

"Hmmmm?" she mumbled, finishing the rest of the wine in her glass. Her anger narrowed eyes were glued to his face watching his jaw muscles flutter under his skin as he nervously worked his jaw. She smiled mirthlessly when his eyes popped open as they met hers. She wished he would open his eyes more often. They were the most alluring shade of blue like the sky in summertime. She ran her fingers through his soft silver hair. If she allowed herself, she could probably love this man again like she once had. She could never trust him though because too much had happened between them. Too much had happened to her.

"Why do you want Ichigo Kurosaki?" he repeated, brushing his fingertips over her thigh. He was treading in dangerous territory questioning her motives no matter how messed up they may be.

"My dear, Gin," she said, straddling his lap and staring into his eyes. She grasped his neck gingerly between her two small hands. "I want Ichigo Kurosaki because he represents everything good in this world. He is kind and giving. He loves beyond himself and without reason. He is a god among men. I want that for myself. I want to own him." She kissed him hard on the lips as she rubbed her body over the growing mound of sexual desire beneath his belt. "Would you like to make love to me?" she asked, nipping his bottom lip.

"Yes. Yes, please," he practically begged, pulling at the belt of her robe. He stopped when she squeezed his neck. She was deceptively strong and his breath was now coming in audible, hard gasps.

"Do you love me?" she asked, her lips brushing his ear they were so close. It caused goose bumps to rise over his whole body in addition to heightening his arousal.

"Yes," he croaked, coughing as it became harder to breath.

"You know that's a mistake, right?" She removed her hands from his neck, kissing him on the cheek. That's the closest he would get to an apology.

"Yes, I know," he answered, kissing her neck. He did not understand why she enjoyed torturing him this way.

"Do you want me?" she asked, feeling the silk slide over her shoulders and down her arms as he pushed it away.

"Yes," he gasped, watching the robe fall to reveal her breasts.

"Take me," she ordered, gasping when he roughly pulled her lips down to his. She sighed with pleasure as his lips pressed kisses down her neck and kept moving further down. Her mind drifted to Ichigo Kurosaki and how she would one day have him like this.

*Revised and republished on 04/11/12