Chapter 3
Grell stood in the break room of the collection building, twirling her spoon in her hand. She waited patiently for the coffee machine to finish up the pot it was brewing.
Eric Slingby smiled walking in, making sure to not make a sound. He slammed his fist down onto the counter making her jump.
"Where were you last night Red?!"
She jumped up, letting out a small squeal. She pressed her hand against her chest to calm herself before slapping his broad shoulder.
"Eric you moron! It's not polite to scare a lady half to death!"
He letting out one hid genuine laughs rubbing the spot she had hit.
"Oh come now. You know I love to scare ya. What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be at the pub with me and Alan?"
She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she grabbed the coffee pot.
"I'm unfortunately still working from the night shift that was supposed end to meet you. Ronnie and I had a pretty tough night."
She grabbed the cream and sugar, mixing it together for her taste. She stepped out of the way to allow him to get some of his own.
"So, what made you're night so rough? Did the souls get violent or something?"
"No dear. The six people to die were to die in the water. You know how Ronnie can get with deaths involving drowning."
She sighed taking a sip from her heart covered mug. He shook his head snorting at the idea.
"That lad needs to realise how much that can't effect us anymore. You need to let the boy know that Grell."
His hand touched her cheek, making her look up into his eyes.
"You're strong, brilliant, and a damn good teacher. You just need to let him learn that our death will eventually become nothing but a dream. Don't you remember doing the same things when I taught ya?"
The pink came to her cheeks as she kept her gaze with his. His low, caring tone made her feel like she was in academy again.
"Thank you for that Eric. I got lucky to end up with you as my mentor. Anyone would be."
He chuckled letting go of her. The obvious attraction is was still there between them but it could not happen. He had Alan at his side; Grell was chasing after William.
He nudged her lightly, making his way to the door.
"Don't worry Grell. You know what you're doing. I know you'll take care of that boy like he was your own blood."
She smiled brightly as he walked out of the break room. A flash of blond and back hair caught her attention, turning her gaze towards it. Ronald waved at her, fixing the crooked tie on his person.
"Is that coffee fresh? Smells amazing; thanks Grell!"
He inhaled the scent of the strong brew before him. She smiled ruffling his hair.
"Of course Ronnie dear. We've been up too long to not have something like this right now. I left the paperwork on Will's desk so you can go home."
He smiled grabbing one of the disposable cups in the cabinet.
"Sounds good to me. You should go home too. I know you have a certain someone waiting for you."
"You're right. I need to hurry home before she starts to destroy any of my furniture."
She leaned over, kissing the crown of his head.
"I'll see you later Ronald. Have a pleasant day."
The door cracked open of the one bedroom flat. Meowing could be heard from the living room.
"I'm so sorry darling. Have you been waiting here for mummy this whole time?"
The white, fluffy Persian got up from her personalised pillow meowing more. She stretched out her paws feeling the sleepiness of a good night's rest.
Grell hung her coat and purse, kicking of her heels. The relief in her sigh could be felt down to the soles of her feet.
"Come on my sweet Cleo. I bet you're starving just like your mum."
Cleo followed her in an almost prance into the kitchen. She watches at her mother prepared chicken breasts for both of them.
After their meals were eaten and the dishes were washed; Grell set up her bath lined with rose petals and lavender. She sank into the warm letting the tension in her muscles disappear.
Her eyes closed filling her thoughts with the dirty blonde, former mentor. The image of his large hands on hers made her skin tingle. His hands moving along her forearms. He kissed sweetly at first, before deepening it. His tongue caressing the bottom lip. One hand gripping her lower back.
Her eyes snapped open. The feeling of throbbing in between her legs make her shake. The last time she had anything like this was months ago.
She reached between her legs to barely touch her organ. She gasped having it so sensitive to the touch. She pumped it slowly, letting out an airy breath. Her fingers gripped her cock more firmly; stroking it at a nice and slow pace. Small gasps escaped her lips. The tip of her nails dragged along her shaft.
She lowered her head into the water. Crimson locks expanding along the sides of the tub. The ability of not needing air came really handy for moments like this.
'Why do I have to still think of him like this? Do I really feel that desperate for love that I go for someone who shows me kindness?'
The sinking feeling of her heart wasn't helping in the slightest. If only there was a way to sooth her aching heart from all of the abuse she kept putting it through. She kept her hand on her cock, playing with the head.
Once out of the tub and dressed in her favourite night gown; she sat at her vanity combing her hair. Despite the obvious hatred for most of her physical form, she loved her hair. It was only thing to calm her from the rest of her body.
Cleo jumped onto the counter, tapping the powder with her paws.
"Cleopatra no! Don't get into mummy's make-up. It's expensive and hard to have delivered."
She moved the fluff ball onto the bed next to her. Cleo just stared keeping her elegant pose. Grell went back to combing that last bit of knots.
She made her way back into the kitchen for a glass of her favourite Merlot. She cuddled with Cleo on the cardinal couch. She looked up at the clock thinking of sleeping or staying up for the rest of the day. They thoughts of Eric Slingsby filled her head as she drank her wine; reading one of her adult novels.