Post by Demetria on Apr 2, 2008 2:37:33 GMT
If there was one thing that she enjoyed when she was on her own and needed to relax, it was a bath. Demetria Andreadis had been unwinding in the tub long enough for her fingers and toes to have gone wrinkly, her hair washed and wet was tossed up in a clip to keep it out of the way and one hand drifted lazily over the rim of the bath. On the side board her iPod was plugged into a station with speakers releasing a steady flow of quiet music into the air. Out of personal preference there were no candles lit, as a stereotype might warrant instead there was a lamp behind in the corner of the room casting a warm, if dim glow about the room, reflecting off the carefully chosen, tasteful tiling, the marble work surface and the glass vases by the sink. The patter of tiny little paws broke through her lethargy and she opened her eyes, glancing sideways in time to see a tail swaying into the room, presumably attached to the body of her pet cat.
"Leo," she said raising her head from the back of the bathtub, smiling at the Abyssinian feline as he prowled around the spacious bathroom floor, "geia sas, I suppose you're hungry." With a sigh, she nodded as if hearing an answer in the affirmative and stretched languidly, wrapping the chain attached to the plug around her toe before giving it a sharp tug to let the water start to drain out. With the deed done she hoisted herself up demurely, sweeping up a fluffy towel to wrap around herself as she stepped out of the rapidly draining bathtub. Briefly she released her hair from its clip and towel dried it, before stepping over the sandy coloured cat she plucked a champagne coloured bathrobe off its hook on the wall and slipped it around her shoulders, exchanging the towel she'd been wearing for the robe. Turning the volume on her iPod up slightly as she walked past it, so that she could hear the music more clearly through the rest of the spacious apartment, the she-wolf made her way to the kitchen where she poured a glass of red wine and retrieved a can of cat food for the animal that was prowling after her. All in all she was having a calm evening so far, she wasn't really intending on exerting herself too much now, she needed her energy for later after all and a nice glass of wine was just eth thing, she thought, as she sauntered out of the kitchen, glass in hand, and through to her office.
Demetria looked at the plans laid out on her wide office desk, one hand cradling a glass of merlot, the other holding the neckline of her silk bath robe loosely. Schematics and blueprints spread across the table top, photographs and a ruled pad of paper open on a page full of notes that while in a mixture of languages were all written in the same hand, the brunette sifted her fingers over the papers, a small, sly smile curving her lips silently. Leonidas jumped up onto her leather office chair and then hopped onto the surface, nudging Demetria's arm with his head. Making a soft clucking sound with her tongue on the back of her teeth, she reached out with her free hand and stroked the cat's head, though her eyes were on the table. To the left her cell phone buzzed on silent and she redirected her attention to it, cooping it up and turning form the table and the cat to walk out into her living room again, "It's about time you called," she said, "where is my package?"
An irritated male voice snapped back at her before she had even finished her sentence; "I left three messages. Why didn't you answer your damn phone?"
Demetria quirked a brow, lips pursed in annoyance, "Temper, temper," she chided, "I was taking a bath. Now tell me where my package is."
"Lunacy."
"What?"
Again the voice came back seeped in frustration, "I had to pick a drop point, there's some weird shit going down at your building."
Demetria gave a tight sigh, "And you picked Lunacy? Are you insane?" She cringed at her poor choice of words. "Couldn't you think of a more fitting locale?"
"What I think is that you want this package so bad, you're gonna have to get that tight little ass of yours down to the club."
A twitch of her jaw preceded her words, reining her temper in, "I'll be there. The deal's off if the package doesn't show in the next hour, do you understand? I can complete this job without your stellar assistance." Without waiting for a reply she snapped the phone shut, ending the call and cutting off whatever it was that her caller had been about to say to her. Demetria did not like other people setting terms, she played by her own rules, it was the Alpha in her, her near need for control and dominance. In a city with two packs that could prove troublesome, but the Greek kept well below the radar, she didn't make waves and she conducted her business in a way that - hopefully - wouldn't rain shit down on the city. That would be bad. Besides, she was all about playing it low, moving behind the scenes; it was the mark of a good... whatever she was. Entrepreneur.
"Humans," she rolled her eyes, tossing her phone on the couch in the living room as she passed it, heading to her room to get dressed and ready.
"Leo," she said raising her head from the back of the bathtub, smiling at the Abyssinian feline as he prowled around the spacious bathroom floor, "geia sas, I suppose you're hungry." With a sigh, she nodded as if hearing an answer in the affirmative and stretched languidly, wrapping the chain attached to the plug around her toe before giving it a sharp tug to let the water start to drain out. With the deed done she hoisted herself up demurely, sweeping up a fluffy towel to wrap around herself as she stepped out of the rapidly draining bathtub. Briefly she released her hair from its clip and towel dried it, before stepping over the sandy coloured cat she plucked a champagne coloured bathrobe off its hook on the wall and slipped it around her shoulders, exchanging the towel she'd been wearing for the robe. Turning the volume on her iPod up slightly as she walked past it, so that she could hear the music more clearly through the rest of the spacious apartment, the she-wolf made her way to the kitchen where she poured a glass of red wine and retrieved a can of cat food for the animal that was prowling after her. All in all she was having a calm evening so far, she wasn't really intending on exerting herself too much now, she needed her energy for later after all and a nice glass of wine was just eth thing, she thought, as she sauntered out of the kitchen, glass in hand, and through to her office.
Demetria looked at the plans laid out on her wide office desk, one hand cradling a glass of merlot, the other holding the neckline of her silk bath robe loosely. Schematics and blueprints spread across the table top, photographs and a ruled pad of paper open on a page full of notes that while in a mixture of languages were all written in the same hand, the brunette sifted her fingers over the papers, a small, sly smile curving her lips silently. Leonidas jumped up onto her leather office chair and then hopped onto the surface, nudging Demetria's arm with his head. Making a soft clucking sound with her tongue on the back of her teeth, she reached out with her free hand and stroked the cat's head, though her eyes were on the table. To the left her cell phone buzzed on silent and she redirected her attention to it, cooping it up and turning form the table and the cat to walk out into her living room again, "It's about time you called," she said, "where is my package?"
An irritated male voice snapped back at her before she had even finished her sentence; "I left three messages. Why didn't you answer your damn phone?"
Demetria quirked a brow, lips pursed in annoyance, "Temper, temper," she chided, "I was taking a bath. Now tell me where my package is."
"Lunacy."
"What?"
Again the voice came back seeped in frustration, "I had to pick a drop point, there's some weird shit going down at your building."
Demetria gave a tight sigh, "And you picked Lunacy? Are you insane?" She cringed at her poor choice of words. "Couldn't you think of a more fitting locale?"
"What I think is that you want this package so bad, you're gonna have to get that tight little ass of yours down to the club."
A twitch of her jaw preceded her words, reining her temper in, "I'll be there. The deal's off if the package doesn't show in the next hour, do you understand? I can complete this job without your stellar assistance." Without waiting for a reply she snapped the phone shut, ending the call and cutting off whatever it was that her caller had been about to say to her. Demetria did not like other people setting terms, she played by her own rules, it was the Alpha in her, her near need for control and dominance. In a city with two packs that could prove troublesome, but the Greek kept well below the radar, she didn't make waves and she conducted her business in a way that - hopefully - wouldn't rain shit down on the city. That would be bad. Besides, she was all about playing it low, moving behind the scenes; it was the mark of a good... whatever she was. Entrepreneur.
"Humans," she rolled her eyes, tossing her phone on the couch in the living room as she passed it, heading to her room to get dressed and ready.