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Grimmjow was being unusually quiet.
I mean, I'll admit that sometimes he
lets me blab on and on and on with little or no interaction, but this was different.
He was drinking –which usually loosened his lips at least a little–
but he still hadn't so much as said 'Hi' to me since I'd gotten off stage.
Instead, he stared quietly at the whiskey in the glass he cradled in his hand
and ignored my presence.
Well, I hadn't spoken: I had just
walked up to the bar and took a seat next to him. But even Grimm
would greet someone who came to sit by him normally.
"Hey, Grimm? I'm off now. Can we
go home?" I asked softly.
As if he just realized I was there, he
looked up, his pretty eyes meeting mine as though he was startled. "Oh.
Yeah, sure." He tossed down enough money to cover his tab at the bar and
leave a decent tip before rising to his feet.
He was still in his work clothes. The
dark-blue pinstriped suit was perfectly tailored to his broad, muscled chest
and his slender hips. The ivory shirt brought out the stripes in the suit and
the dark blue tie brought out the darker shades of blue that hid in his eyes.
Grimm didn't get why seeing him
dressed in his perfect suits was such a turn on for me. For me, it was quite
simple. I made my living taking off my clothes, but what I loved best was
taking off his suits and leaving the pressed, perfect shirt, jacket, and slacks
in a heap on the floor as I drug him to the bedroom and had my way with him.
There was something about reversing the normal circumstances that made me
hotter than hell.
Without a word, he reached out and
took my hand gently and led me toward the back door.
It was funny, but at a moment like
this, it reminded me of that first night. He'd held my hand just like this, so
gently, like I would jerk away or attack him if he let go. I remembered that
he'd held it the entire way to his apartment, except when we'd kissed. Our
first kiss had been gentle, the second hurried and hungry. I suddenly wondered
if I could remember what building I had pressed him against to ravage his mouth
He gave me a soft smile before
bringing my hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it. Well,
he certainly didn't do that that first night! I thought to
myself. It was kind of abnormal, but it was… good, like he was treasuring
me, and I couldn't even open my mouth for fear of screwing up the situation.
When he pulled me through the back
door, a car was waiting there for us. He opened the rear driver-side door for
me, and I slid in, still trying to get a read on the situation. As he walked
around the car to get in the on the passenger's side, I eyed the silhouette of
the person in the driver's seat and tried to decide who it was. When he had
slid into his seat and closed the door, his hand reached for mine again, and he
held it in that same gentle manner.
I couldn't help but wonder if it was a
special occasion as the driver pulled away. I mean, for him to stay dressed up
in his impeccable suit, kiss my hand, and lead me into the back seat of a dark
car, complete with a driver… well, in short, it was abnormal.
Grimm wasn't big on the whole romantic
shtick, normally. He was tended to be fairly straight-forward and blunt, but I
supposed he did hide some of the romance in his personality because I had never
been overly fond of it. I'd always thought it was all so fake and cheesy. But
with Grimm, it felt soul-deep and real, and I supposed that was
why normal couples did things like this.
But I couldn't help but wonder if this
big, showy act was to detach himself from me rather than to celebrate. And that
thought latched onto my brain and festered for the entire car ride.
I had hoped that Renji would get off
earlier tonight, but I had to take what life handed me. It was too late for us
to eat the romantic dinner I'd wanted to have with him, so it would be best to
just go up to the room I'd reserved just for the occasion. We might order a
light meal from room service, but eating a hearty meal at 10:00 pm was just asking
to stay up until 4:00 am.
Renji was oddly silent beside me.
Concerned, I traced small circles on his hand until he looked up at me. “Hey,
Spice,” I greeted him softly, smiling.
My sweet, provocative lover did the
one thing I would have never, ever predicted. He blushed,
his face turning about the same shade of red as his hair. He mumbled something
and I reached out and cupped his cheek.
“What's the special occasion?” he
It figured he wouldn't remember. I was
the romantic fool in the relationship, after all. "I'll tell you later,
Spice. Feel free to guess, if you'd like," I teased, leaning over and
lightly, teasingly, brushing my lips against his.
Granz pulled the car up to the curb of
the hotel. When the car came to a gentle stop, he put it in park and turned to
look at me, his long blond hair moving more than he did. “Here we are, boss.”
I nodded slowly, reaching for the
handle and opening my own door. Slipping out quickly, I rounded the car and
opened Renji's door with a smile. Renji climbed out, looking almost shy.
I nodded toward Granz. "I'll see
you on Monday, then, Yylfordt."
He sneered. "If you're limping,
I'll lose all of my respect for you."
I froze that sneer with an icy glare
and a low growl. "Granz, trust me: I have no problem maintaining your
respect, but you might want to work on maintaining mine."
Yet the instant my lover gazed at me,
I melted easily and took his hand once more, leading him into the luxurious
hotel where we would be holing up this weekend.
I was amazed how relaxed I was at the
moment. All the time I'd spent planning and stressing and worrying over every
little detail all faded into a comfortable nothing when I had his hand in mine. The
rough part is coming up. Better enjoy the easy parts while you can, I mocked