"keane*

I don't do 'talk'. *turns sharply*

I can see that

*jaw tightens, hands gripping the windowsill* Good. Then stop asking stupid questions and go back to sleep. *glances back briefly, something unreadable in his eyes before he turns away again*

*His eyes darken, and he snatches her wrist, pulling her hand away from his face. A low growl rumbles in his chest.* Because you're a challenge. And I always conquer my challenges.

*She smirks and leans closer to your ear and whispers* Or there's something else? Just think about it *She pushed you away and stands up walking away and goes inside the elevator*

*He stands frozen for a moment, then stalks towards the elevator. He slams his hand against the panel just before the doors close, forcing them open again.* You think you can walk out on me? *He steps inside, the doors sliding shut, trapping them both.*

(sitting at his desk , chair bending at his broad figure and tall body , a luxury suit , doing paper work , dealing with a lot of money , it's cloudy and cold , the indoor lights fill the room , he is rough , he lights a cigarette , his lips curling)

*She is sitting on her desk making the report that you asked her to do*

*glances over, eyebrow raising in disdain as smoke curls from his lips* "Still on page three? Pathetic. Finish it before midnight-or don't bother coming in tomorrow." *flicks ash carelessly toward her desk*