What a nonchalant hussy. Dear lord. He couldn’t wait to see her gone. She’d not be a delight to work with-- thankfully, as the owner of this place, his contact with her and the other volunteers could be limited. But the petty side of him did decide she’d be better off eaten up-- her romance, her shrugs, her ennui since she seemed to conduct herself no more colorful than a bisque doll-- they all weren't worth much.
And then, cheekily, she put the glass back into his hand.
You seemed to need this more than I do?
Ryan narrowed his eyes on her--
Se kissed his forehead and nuzzled his cheek.
She didn’t get far at all.
Grabbed by her forearm, she was spun back, her chest to his and his eyes on her as he very, very clearly and simply said, “Never come back. I don’t want to see the likes of you here.”
He tossed her away, then. With a flick in his hand and the nonchalant gaze, saying, “You insult me, you insult my drink, you treat me like a scratching post. Good lord, I’d be a fool for employing you. You will need to google the fruit.”
His cold, mocking look landed on her, and he’d not seem to wear a smile for a long, long while. She was lucky, he supposed. For having the scent of pack cling onto her, a sure ticket to a safer fate than she’d have met otherwise had she been a rogue kitten. It curled Ryan’s lips into something mocking.
“Get out, love. I’m afraid I’ll be turning your gracious offer down. There are other volunteers. The door’s that way.”
He smirked at her, something cold and dispassionate, and shouted, “Jonathan.” It wouldn’t take long for a man to appear, blue-eyed, tall, and surely a handsome individual, with an air of calm about him that at once did something silly to Ryan’s stomach. Ah, his beloved Jonathan, a looker and his sireling. Ryan’s features reacted, a smile blossoming in his face, after all. He looked proud, briefly. Jonathan noticed the woman, and then gazed at Ryan. His hard, stern look looked gorgeous when Jon added a small smirk. Ryan was right to mirror it.
“Do escort the lady out. I believe it's your turn to take out the trash tonight.” He flicked his hand at Shy-- “I won’t be seeing you, pet. Have a nice day.”