Minny's New Boss

"Who's that?" Toshiro inquired, laughing when Grimmjow and Ichigo jumped as if a cannon had gone off behind them. He had not exactly snuck up on them. They were standing at the main reception desk out front so it was not like they were hiding, but they were obviously spying. He saw that their attention was riveted on a woman with brown hair down to her waist in long flowing waves wearing a short royal blue skirt and a baby blue silk tank top.

"That's my wife, you idiot. She's your best friend! Don't you recognize her?" Grimmjow growled, gritting his teeth as Byakuya Kuchiki's hand rested a little too low on his wife's back for his comfort.

"No! Really?" Toshiro queried in disbelief. Where was the school marm bun? Where were her glasses? And why was her skirt so incredibly high and her shirt so incredibly low? He felt his face grow a little pink with aggravation. He thought of her as his sister and did not like this new sexy look especially with the corporation president's hand so close to her butt. Byakuya Kuchiki was not known to be flirtatious, but he could be a subtle, cunning bastard if he set his mind on something; that's why he was the head of such a successful company after all.

"Did she say why he called her to his office?" Ichigo asked, grunting when Kuchiki's fingers "accidentally" trailed onto her butt when he shifted his hand on the small of her back.

"What the hell is Ishida doing? Why doesn't he just go the hell away?" Grimmjow muttered. "No, she didn't say because she didn't know."

Uryu Ishida, the head of the legal department, stopped to talk to them as soon as they had stepped out of the President's office. This presented Kuchiki with the opportunity to place his hand on her. He was a proper gentleman and when escorting a lady friend they hold her arm or touch the small of her back. So the three jealous men with red faces where wondering what the hell was wrong with her arm and why was he touching her since they weren't actually walking anywhere, but standing still.

"Don't you three have things you need to be doing?" Rukia asked startling them like guilty children caught in the act.

"Of course we do, but we're too curious as to what's up over there. Oh, you've got to be freaking kidding," Ichigo grumbled when he saw Kuchiki's hand slide lower, his fingers now extending over her round behind as his palm rested on the lowest part of her back.

"What the hell is he doing?" Rukia gasped, staring at her brother in disbelief.

They all watched with rapt attention as Minny turned to slowly to face the president, moving a step backward to effectively remove his hand from her butt. Snorts and giggles erupted from the nosey little audience of four as his hand fell from her behind to hang limply at his side and a pink coloration bloomed on his cheeks. They quickly dispersed back to their offices when they saw Minny nod and bow ever so slightly as a parting gesture to both men who had been talking to her. Grimmjow and Ichigo casually walked back to his office so they could talk to her there. The questions began as soon as she entered the room.

"So what was that all about?" Grimmjow inquired, sitting down heavily in his desk chair as Ichigo perched on the edge of the desk.

"I can't be your personal assistant anymore. Mr. Kuchiki said it's a conflict of interest since I'm your wife. He was nice enough to create a position for me," she said with mock enthusiasm.

"Oh? What would that be? A presidential hand warmer?" he asked, him and Ichigo both snorting at his joke.

"Oh, saw that did you? Ha ha it is to laugh," she snapped derisively, glaring at each of them in turn. "I was quite shocked that he would do something like that."

"You have that effect on men," Ichigo said, virtually feeling the scathing look from Grimmjow behind him.

"What? Do I have touch me, kiss me, fuck me, written somewhere?" she inquired, checking her arms and legs as if searching for it.

"Well…," Grimmjow said to be abruptly cut off by his wife.

"Say one more word and you won't touch me, kiss me, or fuck me for at least a week," she snarled. "I'm not happy about this you two, and you're not helping. What did he call it?" she asked herself, tapping her chin as she tried to remember the job title he had created for her. "I am the new Corporate Liaison."

"Sounds dirty. Do we get to watch?" her husband asked, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. His wife, however, was not amused.

"Grimmjow, I know it's difficult, but don't be a dumbass," Minny snapped.

"Oh, sweetheart, it excites me so much when you talk to me like that. Reminds of the frigid bitch you used to be," he teased, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

"Okay, I'm outta here. I'll find out the details later," Ichigo announced, making a speedy exit.

Minny took a deep breath sitting down on her husband's desk in front of him. "I'm serious, honey, I'm not happy about this. He's basically making me the goodwill hostess to cater to all of the big clients when they come here. Other than that, I'm basically under his thumb. I'm his personal assistant now."

"Wow, must be nice. He gets a whole freaking harem of personal assistants. There's only one I want," he said, placing his hand on her knee and gliding his fingers up her thigh.

"Well, according to the big boss you can't have me anymore. Not in a professional capacity at least." She patted his cheek when he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her like a pouting child complete with his lips poked out. "Oh, you're cute when you do that," she murmured, tracing his lips with her finger.

"Minny, why are you crying?" Grimmjow asked.

"Damn," she snapped, wiping off the offending wetness with the back of her hand. She had no idea why she was crying. "Just frustrated and upset I guess. I've experienced too many major changes in my life. I'm just tired of it."

"I'm sorry," he apologized although he had done nothing wrong. Some of the changes were good like the their marriage and moving in together. Some were not like her not being able to work with him anymore. He stood up between her legs, pulling her head against his chest. "I love you."

Minny slid her arms around his waist, listening to the beating of his heart as he held her. What had happened to her? She not only loved him, she needed him. An almost irrational fear overtook her with the mere thought of him not being her husband. "By the way, Kuchiki is allowing me to conduct the interviews to hire your new personal assistant. He says I have two weeks to find a suitable replacement. Then I'm his."

"I don't like the sound of that. You'll always be mine. You'll work for him," he corrected her.

"You're right," she sighed, squeezing him as she nuzzled his chest like an affectionate cat.

"Hmmmmmm…I do like that though," he practically purred, turning her chin up with his finger so he could kiss her.

"Hey, here are the – whoa!" Toshiro gasped, stopping dead in his tracks to gape at them.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Grimmjow snarled.

"Ever heard of getting a room?" he sarcastically shot back, glowering at the blunette he still hated probably more now than ever. He turned his attention to Minny and smiled her which brought a growl from the other man.

"Really?" Minny snapped, pushing her jealous husband away. Her life was about to get really difficult, she could tell already.

"Here," Toshiro said, handing her a thick stack of files. "These are resumes of possible candidates. Good luck!"

"Dear god!" she exclaimed, struggling under the weight of the huge pile of paper. She dumped it on her desk, sighing heavily. "Thanks. I think."

"Did you want to go to lunch today?" he asked, totally ignoring her husband whose face was beginning to turn varying shades of red.

"Not today, shorty. She's mine today," Grimmjow snarled. "And every day."

"Another day then," the tenacious white haired man with attitude to spare returned, smiling mirthlessly at him. "If you'll recall, she was mine first."

"Oh, guys come on," she murmured, sitting down at her desk to begin the daunting task of looking over the resumes. "I love you both. Just in different ways. Can't we all just get along?"

"Bye, Minny! See you later, sweetheart," Toshiro called as he walked out of the door.

"Bye, dear. See ya tomorrow at lunch," she yelled back distractedly.

"What the hell was that?" Grimmjow fumed.

"That was me making a lunch date with my friend. We've been friends since I started working here. You know that," she said, watching him sit on the corner of his desk to pout again. "Quit acting like a damn woman. " She almost laughed at the shocked expression on his face as he gaped at her.

"A woman huh?" he muttered, moving to her with amazing speed. He turned her chair around, pulling her out of it to sit her on the desk. "I got interrupted earlier. There's something I would like to finish."

Minny sighed when his lips touched hers, and he pushed open her legs to stand between them. This is probably the exact reason the Kuchiki won't allow her to be his personal assistant anymore. She could hear the jingling sound of his belt buckle as he struggled to free himself from the constraint of his pants. She leaned back on her elbows on her desk watching as he deftly pushed aside her underwear instead of taking them off and slid himself into her. He did it so swiftly and easily, she could not help but wonder just how many times he had done this before. No wonder he had gone through so many assistants. Toshiro had told her one quit because she was pregnant. Her mind attempted to wander a little further but was pulled back to the moment at hand as her husband moaned in her ear while he thrust into her. She covered his lips with hers to stifle the noise so no one would hear. Her fingers twisted into his hair, pulling slightly to arouse him further so this would be over with quick. Although they were married, it would still be highly inappropriate to be caught having sex in the office.

"Oh, Minny," he groaned against her lips indicating he was close.

Minny squeezed him hard with her pelvic muscles, covering his mouth with her hand as he moaned loudly. She gripped him with her muscles a few more to times to speed him along toward an orgasm. Her eyes stayed on his face as it twisted and contorted with pleasure.

"Grimmjow, please," she whispered. She relaxed a little allowing him to sink deeply into her and that was all it took to send him into a spastic fit of sexual release. "Feel better?" she inquired when he stopped moving.

"Oh, yes, my love," he sighed contentedly, kissing her on the lips before he moved to pull himself back together. "Don't wear anymore of those short skirts and low cut shirts to the office. Especially when you begin working for him."

"Is that an order, sir?" she asked sarcastically, pulling her skirt down and straightening her shirt.

"Take it as you want it, smart ass," he snapped, slapping her on the behind.

Minny hoped she could find a highly qualified but very ugly assistant for her husband.