Thank you for all the reviews! :D I'm glad people are liking this story xD So nothing much happened last chapter, but I'm going to speed things up, yet be slow at the same time... Yeah, that doesn't make sense, I know, but I will be fast yet slow!

Oh and there is a slight lemon in this chapter xD So yeah, just a heads up on that~

Hmm, I don't have much else to say, so on with the story? :O

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

A few weeks had passed by since Rukia had heard that ridiculous rumor. She hadn't heard anymore about it since then, so she dismissed it as just another fable that Kasumi had woven just to stir trouble.

Yesterday, a business deal was made between the Kuchiki's and the Shihoin clan. They were merging companies together to try to achieve a better, and far more valuable company. This was expected to bring in more money than what both clans were making before.

The Kuchiki's, wanting to celebrate this prosperous event, decided that it would be a marvelous idea to hold a party in the Kuchiki manor in honor of this deal.

And this is why Rukia was helping bring food into the events and occasions room. The Kuchiki's often hosted parties, mostly ones concerning some sort of business deal, so they used one of the larger rooms in the manor for hosting parties in.

The chefs also wheeled in carts that had many dishes placed upon them. Along with helping bring in food and beverages, she made sure to sweep the hardwood floors to help make the room as clean as possible.

She cleaned the windows as well, though it was difficult because of her height, so she couldn't reach the tops of the windows. Another maid had to help Rukia get at the top areas of the windows, much to Rukia's annoyance. She didn't like it when people helped her. She was the one supposed to be helping her master and around the manor, not the other way around.

As Byakuya came over to her, she attempted to pull down her maid skirt, as she had discovered that it hiked up a bit as she was cleaning the windows.

"Rukia, our guests shall be arriving shortly." His eyes were not on her, but they were focused behind her on to the many dishes and trays of food. The quality of the food was highly important to him. It was mandatory, or to himself at least, that they always impress the guests, no matter what it is.

"I want you to go wait by the front doors for our guests and show them in, please." The tone of his voice was softer than usual, Rukia noted, fascinated with how her master behaved so differently at these social gatherings. One thing she noticed, though, was that Byakuya's posture was always different when ever he was at parties.

He became rigid, almost tense. At home, he walked casually, nothing amiss. She knew that he was some what socially awkward, hence the reason he did not have many friends. So these parties just made him nervous, from what she can tell by his tense posture.

His voice was usually cold, and he acted aloof, but he acted like that at work, too. But at these parties, he would try to make an effort to sound friendly, no matter how much he was berating himself on the inside for it.

"Rukia?"

Her head came up immediately at the sound of his voice. His eyebrow was arched while his eyes were beginning to narrow at her suspiciously, as if he thought she was up to no good.

"I'm sorry, Byakuya-sama. I'll go greet our guests now." She kept her head down to avoid any further embarrassment from him. Her cheeks were aflame as she quickly walked past Byakuya and out of the party room with an almost angry aura surrounding her.

She was so stupid! She spaced out in front of him, and he noticed it! When ever she spaced out, her gaze would tend to drift down to the floor, to where people's feet were. That's what happened just moments ago, thanks to her fantasizing about her master.

Her hands were clenched at her sides as she walked by many people who were looking around the manor. Some turned their heads to look at her as she came by, but just one swift glare from her made them look the other way in an attempt to avoid her unpleasant gaze.

After going up a few flights of stairs, she came to the entrance where a few other maids were and went up to a few guests that looked a bit lost. Despite the trivial incident that just happened, it was beginning to fade away as she plastered a small smile on to her face.

"Good evening." She bowed to the guests, a wealthy looking couple, in respect as they did the same to her. "If you follow me, I'll show you to where the party is being held." The dark-haired girl gestured to the direction they would be taking, which she proceeded to take as the couple followed her back down to where Byakuya was.

Byakuya sipped on a glass of wine as he listened to the vice president of Shihoin Industries talk. He could hear his voice droning on in the background as his mind wandered to other subjects.

These events, like parties, not only made him - dare he say it, slightly anxious, but he found that he got bored quite easily as well. He looked into his wine glass, it's dark contents stirring as he lightly swished his glass back and forth.

He had the urge to rest his elbow on the table and put his cheek into his hand as he listened to this highly important man talk about things that were quite irrelevant - or, well, at least it was to Byakuya.

Byakuya was a strict business man. He wanted to get down to business and cute the personal crap. The vice president, though, was currently telling him what was basically his life story. But Byakuya had no intentions of divulging personal information to anybody. He simply did not want to get to know people. Business came first, and forever will.

"And this man was dead serious! He hadn't the slightest clue what an Absorbed Business was! And he called himself an expert when it came to the business world. And to think we almost merged companies with... with... this fool!"

The vice president laughed boisterously at his experience, though he tried to pass it off as a very humorous joke. Byakuya forced a chuckle from his throat as he tried not to dead pan at this, what you would call, 'lame' joke.

Ah, how pretentious this man was.

But he was the vice president of a multi-billion dollar corporation, so in some ways, he had the right to act high and mighty to those of a lower status than himself.

Taking another long sip, he looked into his glass of wine and grumbled to himself once he saw that he had no more left in the glass. He was about to go over to one of the waiters that carried around glasses of wine on trays, but he was stopped as a hand came upon his broad shoulder.

"May I offer you some more wine?" The vice president had some how acquired a bottle of wine and held it up in his hand for Byakuya. Confused as to why he had the bottle of wine on him, Byakuya took up on his offer and thanked him once his glass was brimming with the dark red liquid.

He could feel his eye twitch out of sheer annoyance once the vice president started talking more about his personal life. Now they were on to the subject of the man's infamous divorce with one of the most powerful women in Japan.

With an inaudible sigh to himself, Byakuya took another mouthful of the tangy wine and pursed his lips.

It was going to be a long night.

After finishing up her shift of walking around and carrying trays of food in her hands, Rukia went up to the floor where the bedrooms of the many Kuchiki clan members were.

She had almost forgotten that she had to lay out an outfit for Byakuya for tomorrow. So in a rush, she went upstairs to do it immediately before it slipped her mind. Normally it wouldn't slip her mind, but tonight she had so many other duties to do, like cater for the party and to make sure the guests are content with the way things are being handled.

She went to Byakuya's closet and picked a shirt, dress pants, suit jacket, and a tie for him and put it on the bed like she did almost every day. She would usually do it when her master was in the room with her, but right now, she was alone.

He was down there (hopefully) enjoying the party and talking to important people that required his presence.

Looking around, Rukia eyed the nightstand that was to the right side of his bed. She had always wanted to take peek in the drawers of his nightstand. Sometimes people kept things in there, such as a diary or something.

She took a quick glance at the open doorway before she went to the nightstand. She had her hand on the handle and started to hesitate opening it, but her curiosity got the better of her as she opened it.

In there, lay a single piece of paper, but nothing was written on it. She squinted slightly as she could make out a few words on it, but it appeared that the writing was on the back of the paper. She grabbed it and turned it over.

"Rukia."

She almost screamed as she recognized that it was Byakuya's voice. She swiftly turned the piece of paper back to the side with no writing and shut the drawer. She pressed her behind up against the nightstand and faced Byakuya with what she hoped to be a straight face.

"Yes, Master?"

Something looked different about him, but she couldn't place what it was.

Her violet eyes widened considerably as he shut the door behind him without taking his eyes off of her. He took a step forward, and to her surprise, he staggered a bit as he tried to regain his balance.

"Byakuya-sama!" She ran to his side and slung his arm around her shoulder to try to give him support in helping himself stand up. It occurred to her that he was indeed tipsy, maybe even drunk.

"C'mon, Byakuya-sama, it's time for you to lay down in your bed and get a good nights rest." She helped him over to the bed, but he still staggered with each step he took. It proved to be quite a challenge, but she got him to sit on the bed as she fluffed his pillow for him.

Yes, even her master liked his pillows fluffed, which she thought to be cute.

After she was done fluffing his pillow, she stood in front of him with her arms crossed. It seemed like he simply did not want to lay down. She tried pushing him on to the bed a few times, but she was too weak to even push the tipsy man down.

She made another attempt to get him to lay down, but out of no where, his hands shot out and wrapped themselves around her waist. Rukia's mouth dropped open as she momentarily froze in shock.

"B-byakuya-sama, what are you doing?" She stuttered as he pulled her into him and on to his lap. His hand left her waist and went to her chin, grabbing it and pulling her face closer to his.

"R-rukia..." His speech was slurred and the stench of alcohol was apparent on his breath. She wrinkled her nose at the scent and squirmed in his hold on her.

"Byakuya-sama, you're very, very tipsy, so please let me go so that I can make sure you get some rest." She tried pulling away from him, but he kept a firm hold on the petite maid. She writhed a bit more, but she stopped when the scent of alcohol flooded her nose.

In a flash, she felt something soft on her lips. She looked down at him and saw that his lips were up against hers. Pulling away was hard because his grasp on her tightened, even though it seemed impossible for it to tighten more.

She stopped, though, when she felt something wet brush against her lips. She moaned at the feeling, having never experienced this sensation before. She had never had the pleasure of having this sort of contact with a male before. Having relations with anybody - man or woman - was forbidden when you were a maid.

When his tongue rubbed up against hers, she knew this was the end of her. She couldn't resist it any longer. This was so wrong on so many different levels. He was her master, and he was practically drunk. He probably couldn't even register that this was his maid that he was doing this to.

But she loved him, and she couldn't deny that even she had these sort of sick, perverted fantasies about them doing this... together. It frightened her, but at the same time it gave her a feeling of adrenaline, as if breaking the moral rules of the Kuchiki manor was exciting.

She closed her eyes, and for a second, decided to give in to these sensations that he was creating for the both of them. Her hands that were at his shoulders relaxed, and she stopped digging her fingernails into him. Her hands soon found themselves entwined in his long, jet black hair, running through it gingerly in an affectionate way.

Besides, he probably wouldn't even remember this tomorrow. Wasn't forgetting stuff a common side effect when it came to being drunk? She hoped for the life of her that this was the case, or else she'd be in some serious trouble.

As their kiss deepened, his hand made it's way down the front of her dress and cupped her small breast. She broke away from his lips and moaned as he started to caress it gently. She could feel her face grow warm, so warm that it burned from the sheer passion.

"Aaah!" She squealed when his finger tips found her pink, perky nipple and started to tug on it lightly, careful not to inflict pain on the girl. He also began to rub it a little bit faster.

Rukia arched her back as she felt his other hand come in from below and touch the front of her panties. "Mmm..." Her head was tilted back as she quietly moaned, his fingers starting to rub across her panties, teasingly and mercilessly.

It felt so good; these feelings that he was causing were like lightening bolts striking through her body. Why were the pleasures that normal people experienced forbidden for her, a maid?

Yay for a slight lemon! xD I'll continue the lemon in the next chapter :D

Rukia is taking advantage of the moment! Mwuhahaha! xD She's giving innn~! xD

So I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! :D I enjoyed writing it~ It was... fun. Erm... This isn't much else for me to say o_o So... Um... I can't help but think there's something I want to say, but I'm forgetting it... Hmm, oh well.

Anyways, please r&r! :D