You rub your wrists together, spreading the perfume, as you walk out of the bedroom and head to the living room. You find Daemon's bored and hardened face staring blankly at his computer screen.

You snort at his clenched jaw and crossed arms. The clicking sound of your pumps reverberate in the silent room as you head over to him.

Before you reach his desk, he turns to you and immediately perks.

You smile at him as he straightens up in his chair; his hands move to his armrest. Knowing he was in the middle of an online meeting, you point to the door and mouth, 'I'm going out'.

He turns to his computer screen once then back to you, raising a hand. You shift on your spot, placing a hand on your hip as you watch him type away on his keyboard.

Two clicks later, he stands and rips out the wireless earphones from his ears. He places them on his desk and walks over to you.

You raise a brow and bring your arms to the side, "Meeting's done?"

“No," He huffs, grabbing your arm, "But, I sure did want an excuse to leave that fucking meeting."