playboytheo:
Letting out a faint tsk sound off the edge of his tongue, Theo leaned over to retrieve his tossed coat. He ran a slender hand over the material, pat it down, for effect before taking a seat across from the business man. “I’ve done that all week for ya, D. I’m the social side of this operation, I like to check in. See if your fivehead’s been promoted to a six.”
It was almost useless to try to work when Theo was in one of his ‘little moods’ as Declan called them. Theo wanted attention and to play and when he was like this very little if any work gets done. No wonder he had a constant headache all the time. In fact he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to keep the headache from turning into a full blown margarine as he asked, “What exactly do you want, Theo?”
