05-26-2014, 08:09 AM
Tension drained from every sinew as Spectra finished her piece with a flourishing stroke. She was a true artist among her kind; a Da Vinci amongst a sea of grey souls. Damien sat silent, fingertips brushing smooth leather with a rhythmic steadiness. His eyes never left Spectra’s back until she had disappeared into the kitchen.
As it was with so many artists of such calibre, Da Vinci was so very insane in his brilliance. Damien felt the pain as he forced himself to relive the moment of volatility that seemed years ago. Unbidden, a hand rose to his chest.
He shook the last vestiges of passion from his veins and stood, zipping his pants slowly. Never again. Do not let it happen again. Ever.
He had done nothing he had not wanted yet his spine chilled at the mere thought of what could have been. Running water soothed his misgivings. He approached Spectra, regarding her with a gravity that held weight. It had been enough to stay the hands of some of the most vicious criminals in the United States and yet he doubted this woman would be so easy to cower. Not that he wished to break her – she was far too interesting, it would be a shame. It was a matter of curbing the temperamental danger she represented.
“Did you get what you wished from me?”
Damien abandoned pretence and guile. He was neither harsh nor haughty. He simply requested. “I believe I misjudged you. You have a very unique skill, but do not turn it on me again.”
A futile request that stung even as he spoke. It had been his weakness, his own mistake. “I don’t know what you want, nor do I care. You are an interesting woman, we both have much to gain from one another, but remember – I am not like your usual toys. Don’t test me on this.”
It seemed he still had much to consider. That Spectra had managed to provoke him so gnawed at him. Yulian would have to reschedule his flight to Mexico. It seemed he would need to leave Moscow sooner than he would have liked.
As it was with so many artists of such calibre, Da Vinci was so very insane in his brilliance. Damien felt the pain as he forced himself to relive the moment of volatility that seemed years ago. Unbidden, a hand rose to his chest.
He shook the last vestiges of passion from his veins and stood, zipping his pants slowly. Never again. Do not let it happen again. Ever.
He had done nothing he had not wanted yet his spine chilled at the mere thought of what could have been. Running water soothed his misgivings. He approached Spectra, regarding her with a gravity that held weight. It had been enough to stay the hands of some of the most vicious criminals in the United States and yet he doubted this woman would be so easy to cower. Not that he wished to break her – she was far too interesting, it would be a shame. It was a matter of curbing the temperamental danger she represented.
“Did you get what you wished from me?”
Damien abandoned pretence and guile. He was neither harsh nor haughty. He simply requested. “I believe I misjudged you. You have a very unique skill, but do not turn it on me again.”
A futile request that stung even as he spoke. It had been his weakness, his own mistake. “I don’t know what you want, nor do I care. You are an interesting woman, we both have much to gain from one another, but remember – I am not like your usual toys. Don’t test me on this.”
It seemed he still had much to consider. That Spectra had managed to provoke him so gnawed at him. Yulian would have to reschedule his flight to Mexico. It seemed he would need to leave Moscow sooner than he would have liked.