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Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews, you guys are so awesome! Apologies if there's any grammatical mistakes, etc. I really rushed to get this posted. And huge thanks to masq and Eloni for helping me through writing this chapter. Hope you enjoy. :)
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Over the next few months, Neliel maintained a strict professional relationship with her boss, keeping herself within a comfortable distance from Grimmjow at all times, always leaving an avenue of escape were things to become uncomfortable between the two of them. But since "The Incident", Grimmjow had not made any other moves towards her, though she didn't miss the way his eyes would rove over her hungrily each morning when he came in, his heated look singing her with the utter carnal desire she saw lying within him, then he would continue to his office and close the door, leaving Nel feeling both relieved and somewhat restless. Relieved because she genuinely enjoyed her job and wanted to keep it and her good reputation, but restless because her body wanted him to do to her the very things that she could see within his heated gazes, leaving Nel both flustered and frustrated.
She wasn't a promiscuous woman by nature, nor was she controlled by her passions or her emotions. And yet, for the first time in her life, here was this man that was threatening the very normalcy of her life. She sighed to herself as she stared over the list of appointments in Grimmjow's diary. The afternoon was cleared for the social gathering that the CEO Mavericks was holding to celebrate the 30th year of the running of the company. As the assistant of one of the Executives, it was required for her to be there to mingle with the clients, to familiarise herself with Grimmjow's clients especially.
Getting up, she strode hesitantly towards the closed door, pausing outside it for a few seconds before gathering her resolve and knocking on the door. She opened it as she heard his terse command to come in, "just checking if there was anything else you wanted from me before I leave."
Grimmjow paused from his perusal of his papers, peering at her from over his glasses. He leaned back in his chair as he gave her another one of those heated glances, her stomach filling with butterflies as she flushed with awareness. He was silent for a mere moment before grunting a negative reply and turning back to his papers. She nodded before closing the door, leaning weakly against it as she breathed deeply, trying to maintain her composure. She couldn't let herself give in, she was sure it would be a big mistake on her part.
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Grimmjow stood amongst his associates and watched the gathering with disinterest.
He hated the social gatherings that he was forced to attend, choosing only to attend out of his feelings of indebtedness to Mavericks himself, the old man having been the only man willing to give his rascal self a try. He'd proven himself worthy of that chance as well, working his way through business school, cutting down the time of completion for his degree by half. His knack for numbers and thrill in the pressure of gaining a profit added had him striving by leaps and bounds to success, climbing the corporate ladder with relative ease, much to the pride of Mavericks who'd seen the raw potential in him.
It was for this reason only that Grimmjow tolerated the huge crowds and the senseless chatter. And, if Grimmjow were to be completely honest with himself, he'd admit that his assistant Nel factored highly into why he was there that evening as well.
The past couple of months had been torture for him. He wasn't particularly used to denying himself of the things he wanted, and having Nel was definitely high on his list. He was on the brink of going stark raving mad at having to constantly restrain himself from grabbing her in the mornings and just taking her on her work desk without any sort of finesse. But what kept him from doing just that was his own sense of pride. Grimmjow had never before had to beg for a woman's company, and no matter how much he lusted over Nel, he wasn't going to take her against her will. He'd rather have her soft and willing.
He glanced at his watch, noting that the party was about to officially begin, and she was still nowhere in sight. He thought it passing strange since Nel was usually quite prompt, running his office in an efficient time manner. He surveyed the crowd again, his eyes looking for his prim and proper leggy assistant. A tap on his shoulder had him turning around rather impatiently, only to be almost bowled over the appearance of the same leggy assistant he'd been looking for.
She had let her hair down, her hair falling like waves around her shoulders and down her back. Grimmjow couldn't help the primal surge of awareness that ran through him as he let his eyes travel over her form, the black sheathe of her dress clinging to her curves, teasing him, tantalising him. He barely suppressed a growl, his hands itching to discover just how silky her skin was underneath that dress.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I had to settle a few things at home before I came."
Grimmjow simply raised a brow, his hand moving to gently grip her elbow. "Not that you are late."
Nel looked around the place with awe, taking in the dazzling lights and the extravagant people. "Mavericks certainly knows how to throw a party."
Grimmjow gave a non-committal sound, his eyes surveying the crowd again before being inexplicably drawn back to Nel. "You look good enough to eat," he murmured, his dark gaze not hiding the meaning of his words.
Nel took a sudden breath, as she looked up helplessly at her boss, a throbbing starting in her lower body. When she had dressed that evening, she had hoped that Grimmjow would find her attractive, but now seeing his look of raw hunger, Nel couldn't help but feel like Little Red Riding Hood, about to be eaten by the big bad wolf. She shivered, her gaze drawing downwards, her fingers tugging subconsciously at her dress. "I wasn't too sure if this was appropriate. Maybe I should go back home and change."
He tugged on her elbow, pulling her closer, the faint scent of her perfume reaching him then. "Its fine. The only improvement you could make with that dress was if you were to take it off."
She gave a small gasp, her face flushing, the image of his big, powerful body covering hers flashing through her mind, causing her nipples to tighten in sensual awareness. He hadn't missed it, not with him watching her so intently, and his eyes had slightly widened before narrowing again, a determined look coming over his face. Without saying a word, he wrapped his hand around her wrist, turned and started moving through the crowd, with Nel following in his wake.
They reached a hallway, and Grimmjow lead them to the end where a balcony was situated that overlooked a water fountain feature of the hotel. He didn't wait, simply placed her against the wall, braced his arms on either side of her and leant down and took her mouth, his lips moulding against hers. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, thinking to try and push him away, but her body had other ideas, and she moaned as she moved to deepen the kiss, her lips parting for his tongue. He took advantage of the opening, his tongue sweeping inside to entangle with hers, a growl rising from his chest at her wanton display of pleasure.
His hands moved to roam her body, stroking her breasts and thumbing her nipples through the fabric, her lips parting as she moaned softly. Her hands stroked up his arms, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he caressed her breasts more, his mouth moving from her lips to her neck, and then down to the expanse of skin revealed by her dress.
She trembled as his calloused fingers stroked her bare skin, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure all throughout her body. He slipped one hand down the front of her dress and into her bra, cupping her full naked breast, squeezing and stroking it to aching fullness. She arched her back, shifting restlessly against him, and he gave a short bark of laughter as she moved against him. He crooned to her, his voice like velvet in the night. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get to it in a bit."
He moved his other free hand down her body, drawing small circles with his fingers over her stomach, over one of her thighs before slipping beneath the hem of her dress to tease the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, stroking upwards until he felt the lace of her panties. He shuddered as he cupped her woman's mound, the heat of her searing his fingers, causing him to growl with appreciation.
She could feel her inner alarm bells going off, and she struggled, acting on those alarm bells instinctively, as the magnitude of what she was doing and whom she was doing it with finally hit home. The realization made her fight despite the pleasure that his touch wreaked. He was on the verge of shredding the flimsy lace, when Nel suddenly began to slap at him, her hands pushing and beating on his chest.
He had to shake his head to clear the fog of lust that surrounded it, stepping back even though his body raged at him to take and taste. He looked down at his assistant, a brow raised in confusion. "What the hell?"
"I can't, I just can't. Especially knowing that this could jeopardize my job, my career, everything that I've worked for. I-I just can't!"
Grimmjow was coldly furious, stepping back to put some distance between them, sorely tempted to shake the infuriating woman. He knew that the attraction wasn't just on his side, knew that she wanted him to, but couldn't understand why she wouldn't just give him what he wanted, what they both wanted. Surely she had worked long enough with him to figure out that he wasn't a monster, that he wouldn't fire her if all it amounted to was a heated turn in the sheets? He clenched his teeth, taking a few minutes to cool his ardor.
"Don't worry about that, sweetheart. I don't think I could get it up for someone who was so fucking indecisive anyway."
He turned then, and walked away.
