...ed on one of her braids.
Her own eyes widened as she whirled around to face him, only to find that he was already halfway out the door. "This isn't early! This is when you're supposed to come in. Hell, it's when you've been supposed to come in for six months now, you bastard!"
Storming toward the doorway, she stepped out and continued to yell at his retreating back as it disappeared down the hall. "And if you ever touch my hair again, I will end you! You hear me? Not even your little human friend will be able to put you back together!"
Taking a deep breath, she glared at him as he turned the corner and vanished from sight, amusement clearly written on his face. She couldn't help but feel she had missed something…
"AND DON'T CALL ME BEE!"
Slamming the door as she re-entered her office may have been childish, but it was soothing, especially when she imagined that his head was attached to the doorframe.
What followed was possibly one of the most confusing days Soi Fon had experienced in a long while. Sure, Grimmjow was being his normal, annoying self, but in between hitting on her and riling her up, he was actually being – dare she say it? – Helpful.
Which was just plain wrong, as far as she was concerned. Well, yes, she would conce...