04-20-2014, 05:55 PM
"Once you have left."
He pulled his phone and sent a quick message to the team waiting to deliver her back to the spotlight that was her life. He grinned sarcastically at her distaste to the idea of bathing in his house. She had climbed very far up the social ladder, so such a derision should have come as no surprise to him. She was used to much, much better, after all.
He watched her cross the room and pop the collar of his shirt, and shook his head with mild amusement. She was insatiable, but that was part of her appeal. Instead of falling for the pleasant trap she offered, he set what dishes that had collected with making and eating their breakfast and delivered them to the sink. He would deal with the mess once she was gone; he wasn't so dispassionate as to leave her to her own devices while he washed dishes.
Instead, he crossed over to her and rested his hands on those coy shoulders, powerful grip carefully bent to the task of massaging her shoulders and neck while his cold gaze focused on the lone window that overlooked the front approach to the collection of sea-cans that made his house. Some part of his mind was counting the time from the moment the message was sent, expecting the team to arrive exactly on time, not too soon or late.
"Pervaya liniya Security employs only the best. Quality over quantity. There is a reason I work for them."
It was less that he met their strict requirements, and more so that they met his, and his employers were fully aware of that distinction.
Nine minutes and fifty seconds later, the expensive staff car pulled into Hood's driveway, drawing more then a few confused stares from his neighbours, although few were foolish enough to actually wander outside to watch what was going on. Mr Koloman stepped out and approached the door with a piece of expensive luggage provided by Spectra's people.
He was let in and handed the case to Hood, gave Spectra a nod of his head that allowed him a pleasant eyeful, and was out again before he overstepped his bounds. Hood stared at the door coldly when it fell shut, pondering a few words for Koloman later.
He pulled his phone and sent a quick message to the team waiting to deliver her back to the spotlight that was her life. He grinned sarcastically at her distaste to the idea of bathing in his house. She had climbed very far up the social ladder, so such a derision should have come as no surprise to him. She was used to much, much better, after all.
He watched her cross the room and pop the collar of his shirt, and shook his head with mild amusement. She was insatiable, but that was part of her appeal. Instead of falling for the pleasant trap she offered, he set what dishes that had collected with making and eating their breakfast and delivered them to the sink. He would deal with the mess once she was gone; he wasn't so dispassionate as to leave her to her own devices while he washed dishes.
Instead, he crossed over to her and rested his hands on those coy shoulders, powerful grip carefully bent to the task of massaging her shoulders and neck while his cold gaze focused on the lone window that overlooked the front approach to the collection of sea-cans that made his house. Some part of his mind was counting the time from the moment the message was sent, expecting the team to arrive exactly on time, not too soon or late.
"Pervaya liniya Security employs only the best. Quality over quantity. There is a reason I work for them."
It was less that he met their strict requirements, and more so that they met his, and his employers were fully aware of that distinction.
Nine minutes and fifty seconds later, the expensive staff car pulled into Hood's driveway, drawing more then a few confused stares from his neighbours, although few were foolish enough to actually wander outside to watch what was going on. Mr Koloman stepped out and approached the door with a piece of expensive luggage provided by Spectra's people.
He was let in and handed the case to Hood, gave Spectra a nod of his head that allowed him a pleasant eyeful, and was out again before he overstepped his bounds. Hood stared at the door coldly when it fell shut, pondering a few words for Koloman later.