It had been an annoyingly long day, and it had felt even longer since he was on the phone, working with someone who wouldn’t meet anyone in person. Video phones were needed in this situation, mostly because it gave the one Dominic was trying to persuade, a visual, and it also let him read the person and everything they did to try and work them over. No one actually understood how dangerous Dominic’s job actually was, he was basically persuading rich bastards to invest in something that would, in a few years prove to be a waste of a lot of money. It was Dominic doing all the work and getting paid more than enough for his time and skills, but it was also his life on the line, not his boss’, that was the only problem with his job, and that he couldn’t exactly get out of it and live.
The man he had been speaking with for the better part of seven to eight hours, had proved to be one hard shell to crack. Even when Dominic was done he hadn’t gotten a straight answer to the “investment”, but he did have to wait till tomorrow for that answer, and he really wasn’t looking forwards to it. After he’d gotten off the video phone from the damned bastard he’d called his boss to fill him in. He was lucky that his boss loved him, or else he would have already been dead with all the time he had recently taken off. His boss had understood and let him take his time. He had been grateful and had finally started working again, and was determined to get this deal sealed.
After he had finished reporting in and turned off all his computer stuff and the TV used for the video phone. He left the room, locked it and headed for the kitchen. He was dressed nicely, because even through video he had to present himself well. He wouldn’t have even gotten dressed from his silk pajama bottoms if he’d had any say in the matter, but work was work. He’d change when he got actual food in him, but first, and though he hadn’t eaten anything at all that day, he really, really wanted a cup of coffee.
He removed his black tie and tossed it on the kitchen counter before unbuttoning the nearly black grey silk shirt. Though Dominic was into more of that gothic style, he did dress pretty nicely when he worked, but it seemed to make that look he always gave, worse. A little devious maybe and more like a predator. Thing was, the only ones who would notice were those who knew him well, or other shifters. Humans wouldn’t understand the look even if it bit them on the ass.
Walking to the coffee pot and getting everything out to make himself a few cups he sighed and stared at the damned thing as he began to quickly make itself. Dominic looked like one of those pretty models at certain moments, with his shirt unbuttoned and showing off the flat toned pale flesh of his stomach didn’t help the matter either. He was one of those guys that when you looked you wanted, well for girls, maybe that was because though they didn’t know it, but they would never get a chance. Dominic wasn’t totally gay, he had, had girlfriends in the past, and one a year or so before Dane came along, but Dominic tended to swing more towards males than females, but oddly it wasn’t, at all noticeable, and most of his good friends actually still believed he was straight.
The thought of Dane made him glance towards the glass doors of the beach house. Half the house was made out of freaking glass, but he liked it, a nice clear view of the blue ocean. It was a pretty sight, and one that most took for granted. His blue eyes watched the ocean waves so far away, but he couldn’t hear them from this distance, not behind closed doors and such. His dark black hair framed his pale features and seemed to make the pretty color of his eyes all the brighter. One thing that was rather frightening was seeing his eyes go from that pretty blue, to feline pupils as a cat colored green yellow. Humans should never possess feline eyes, but he wasn’t entirely human either.
The scent off coffee was heaven, the house was cool despite the summers heat outside, and cold enough inside to actually enjoy a hot drink. Plus, it was nearing six in the after noon, but still light out, so coffee was perfect at this time. Turning back towards the finished pot he poured himself a cup and added hazelnut creamer before he walked over, with mug in hand, to the dinner table near the double glass doors and sat down before pulling the news paper over. He checked the date ad he sipped his coffee to make sure it wasn’t yesterdays before he turned the pages to find the hit stories. It wasn’t like he cared what happened in the world, but sometimes the stories were interesting enough.
He sat, drinking his coffee and reading the paper till he was forced to turn on a light and get his third cup. Still he hadn’t eaten but at the moment, his stomach wasn’t begging him to, but he was, despite the tasty coffee, beginning to feel the effects of not eating. Like a nearing grumpiness, annoyance, and the distant want to tear something apart and devour it. Sometimes, he believed that if he didn’t have as much control over his shift, he would be just like Justus, and that, if they just so happened to share the same murderous tastes, that they would actually, in a certain sense, get along, but that feline territorial crap would always still be there. He knew he should eat something but he decided he’d rather be lazy and sit at the table drinking his coffee that was beginning to effect him and give him the shakes from having so much caffeine on an empty stomach.
Head Games, Dont want to play no head games....
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