Sesshoumaru pinched his nose as Byakuya's eyes gleamed, thankful that Kagome hadn't shown up in the middle of the dinner rush—he never would've been able to tear the pastry chef away otherwise.
The only thing that stopped him was Kagome's lack of discomfort. She seemed happy to share about herself, though there was the odd blush that stained her cheeks, usually following a quick glance at himself.
He pretended not to notice each one.
"Wait, the parties were coming from your apartment?" Byakuya asked, looking between the pair.
"Unfortunately," Kagome grumbled, finally setting her bag at her feet. "But that was only because—"
"I thought you hated her!" he said, waving his hands around as he stared down his boss.
Sesshoumaru's shoulders lifted in a careless shrug. "I changed my mind."
"Since when?" Byakuya said, incensed. "The parties kept you up at night and interfered with work. Didn't you go to the building manager?" Sesshoumaru shrugged again, the pastry chef letting out an aggravated sigh. "You could've at least told me."
"Why bother? You are terrible at listening." His lips twitched, but he managed to keep his face blank, though he was sorely tempted to smirk at Byakuya's put-out expression.
"Can you believe this guy?" He threw his hands up in the air, turning back to Kagome. "Here I thought I had him all figured—"
"You talk about me at work?"