Niklas grins, the vodka melting away his better judgement, letting himself be pulled in. He sighs when Alex stands. “You sound like my father.” He says softly, taking another swig from the flask. “I will have you started on our client list. You will check inventory and then…” he holds his head, trying to think. “And then do the… maths to distribute accordingly.” He drowsily approaches his desk, shuffling through the drawers until he finds a stack of papers. “This should be all the information you need.” He gestures to his desk. “You can use this… don’t steal anything.” He closes his eyes, pulling a cigar from one of the drawers. “I’ll be upstairs in my study.” He trods up the stairs, looking pained, until he disappears
Alex scoffed and sat down at the desk. He looked at the pile of files and groaned. His eyes flickered to the hard drive and then looked up at the camera and waved. He did the work honestly finishing the files quicker than usual. He put the hard drive in the drawer and pretended like he was cleaning up his workspace. He would bring a copy of a similar look hard drive tomorrow, so see if he could switch it without anyone noticing. He stretched and left the room. Alex was going to look for Niklas but figured he was too drunk and still hung up on his daddy issues. He's just like a giant baby.
Niklas sat in his study, head in hands, waiting for the sting of the alcohol to subside. He went over some notes he had hidden upstairs, things he had written about Alex. He's extremely intent on servitude, a well balanced fighter, has eyes that I could stare into for hours, a face and demeanor that draws me in like a moth to the… He pauses, resting his hand on the bridge of his nose. What is wrong with me? He runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it out until every last knot was gone as he thought. Alex… downstairs… alone… Oh no. He closed his notes, leaving them on a small table, then trods back downstairs, terrified that something had happened. That his Alex had turned on him… but all was well. "Oh, uh, my apologies. For that. H-how much have you gotten done?" He eyes the data, and the tidy desk. "I hope it wasn't too much of a bother. I swear I'll never leave you again… F-for business purposes."
"Yeah, sure, for business purposes. Anyway, I have finished all of the calculations and there seems to be a decrease in your affairs. You're not getting nearly as much as you were, by what I can tell by the files, yet you seem to give a lot more than you should. I have a suggestion. Of course, I'm only a numbers person I shouldn't be involving myself in your little affairs." Alex tosses the files on a nearby couch and leaned against the door. "Enough of work, when do we get to the fun part of having dinner hm? Last time I check you wanted me to stay, so are we having dinner or what?" His eyes grew sharp as if penetrating the heart with a knife. He crosses his arms over his chest and gives a small hand gesture for Niklas to come closer to him.
Niklas shivers. He's dangerous. Don't forget. Niklas takes a small step forward, crossing his arms as well, smirking. "I'm glad you worked that all out. And… yes. If you do so desire, you are more than welcome to stay." He says, knowing he's leading Alex on. Knowing Alex is leading him on, knowing that he wasn't entirely sure was was real, and what was a ruse.
Alex watches him move forward. He pushes himself off the door. He walks towards Niklas confidently and glides his hands from the front of his neck up to his chin. "Does staying include you, or are you the desert?" He raised his heels and whispered in his ear, "I prefer the best part of the meal; first, you know." He walked away, licking his lips, making sure that Niklas would see it. "Let's go eat. I'm starving. Is there anything or any place you want to order or go to? I'm down for taking and staying over there."
Niklas tilts his head smiling deviously. damn, he's good. He ran a hand down Alex's arm, copying his forwardness, and whispered softly. "It's all up to you. You're my guest, Alex." He folds his arms, just looking at him. "That coat suits you." He smiles, putting a hand on his chin. I do hope I'm doing this right.
"Then let's order take out. I'm thinking, maybe Chinese food?" Alex yawned. "I know a great place. I'll call them up now." Alex took out his phone and dialed. Searching through the menu he picked something they would both want. "Alright, it should be here in 30 minutes. What should we do until then?" Alex propped himself up on a table. He crossed his legs and grinned. "Anything in particular?"
Niklas smiles, sitting on the edge of a sofa, not taking his eyes of Alex. Not knowing wether that was caution, or admiration. “That sounds lovely, Milyy.” He shrugs, grinning. “I’m all yours.”
Alex tilted his head to the side before hopping off the table. He hovered over Niklas, his hand pinned the backboard of the couch. He slowly moved onto Niklas's lap. "How come you call me Milyy? Does it mean something? You've called me that multiple times. I don't mind it, but still, a guy gets curious after a while." Pull him in and make him want more…just like a drug. Alex wrapped his hand around Niklas' neck. His fingers glide along his cheek and his lips. "I hope this is okay, Sir." He whispered.
Niklas grins. He's falling. Its working. He pulls his hands through Alex's hair, tracing a finger along his neck "I suppose this is very… unprofessional." He says wickedly, grinning, piercing Alex with his cold eyes. th-those hands… I need to stay focused.
Alex scoffed. "You should know what it does to me when you look at me like that. So what if it isn't professional. You aren't working and neither am I. It's okay for two grown-ups to have fun you know?" He closed his eyes letting the touch of Niklas consume him, the doorbell soon ringing. "However, the only thing you need me for is numbers." He placed a finger on Nikals' lips silencing him so he could go get the food. He stood up off of his lap and opened the door taking the food in his hands.
Niklas smiles, watching Alex's every movement. "Smells amazing." He remarks softly, walking to stand behind Alex and rubbing his hands up and down his arms. "Lets go to my study. Its a little more… private, there." He grins deviously.
Alex's eyes shifted from the food to Niklas's hands. "After you then, Niklas."He grabbed the bag taking it off the table and held it by his side. "Is there a reason we're going to a private room? Should I be worried you're going to kill me. If you are I would love it if you could wait until after I finish my Chinese food. I paid money for this you know and I would like to enjoy it."
Niklas folds his arms, cocking his head and giving a half smile as he leans on the table. “Oh, you do ruin all the fun. I suppose I can wait.” He grins. “Come.” He leads them upstairs to his study: a room filled with books, scattered papers, and assorted plants. An extremely complicated cat tower sits in the corner, a sleeping Dorogoy perched on the top. Niklas leads them to stairs pointing to the clear, one way glass roof, opening a hatch and letting a cold breeze sting their faces. He grins, taking Alex’s hand.
"Much appreciated." He followed Niklas up the stairs. He was going to pull away when he felt something touch his hand, but soon realized it was only the person in front of him. Alex took one look at the view and stared in awe. "I didn't know you could see something like this in California. I knew it was pretty, but even so, never like this." He couldn't help the smile crawling onto his lips. This feeling was genuine. The lights of other buildings reflected in his eyes. He slowly sat down and started to open the bag. "Hey, how come we're eating up here?"
Niklas smiles, pulling him up to the roof. "It really is beautiful, isn't it." He glances at Alex, suddenly feeling something, then quickly turns his gaze back to the city. But he couldn't help but notice how the lights looked to pretty in his eyes… "Well, I spend a lot of time up here. It's quiet, nice. Perfect dinner spot, I suppose." He shrugs, grinning. "What did you get us?"
"I see.." He took out the food that was in the bag labeling them as they came out. "I got pork fried rice, chicken, Shrimp fried rice, chicken and broccoli, and lo mein." Alex put the bag aside and licked his lips. "This all looks good which ones do you want?" His ice-blue ices scanned over the food. You could clearly see his eyes in the night just like how you could see a crossing guard jacket in the dead of night. "If you're not taking first I will." He crossed his legs over one another. "Do you think we should get utensils if we're going to eat? I'd rather not eat straight out of the container you know?"
Niklas grins, adoring how enthusiastic Alex was. He watched him label each item, smiling as his gaze turned to Alex's eyes. They… shone. They were hard to miss in this lighting. Niklas was so focused on his eyes that he barely heard a word Alex spoke. "Oh, oh I don't mind. You go ahead." He crosses his legs as well, then snaps his fingers. "you're right. I'll be back with the silver." He expertly opens the hatch again and quickly strides back down the stairs, not wanting to miss a moment. "…for information purposes." He kept telling himself that, but the more he said it, the more he realized it wasn't true.
While Niklas was getting silverware he looked out the on view. You could hear noises coming from the city, they sounded like a rhythm. His eyes shifted from one end of the city to the neck, reading the signs of new shows and dental ads. This is truly beautiful. Alex smiled to himself a genuine smile. He hasn't let himself look this vulnerable in ages. Alex took one of the containers of chicken and ate a piece with his fingers. He was getting much too hungry and impatient. He licked his fingers trying to get the sauce off of them.
Niklas hurriedly grabbed some of his fine silver, then rose back up to the roof as fast as he came down. He took a peek at Alex before he entered, chuckling at how entranced he was by the city, then smiled warmly as Alex licked his fingers. He opened the hatch, climbing back out with utensils and cashmere napkins, laughing to himself. "You really were starving were you?" He remarks, grinning. He looks over the array of dishes, then back up at Alex. "I haven't had much outside the Russian cuisine. Which should I try first? He asks, tilting his head to the side."
A blush rose to his cheek. "S-So what if I was." He was embarrassed being caught eating as he did. "Definitely the chicken. The chicken works with everything. Then maybe add some shrimp fried rice mixed with white rice and bam you have a meal." Alex took a spoon and started to put out his plate just as he said. Alex gave it to Niklas before putting out his own plate. He had multiple things like lo mein white rice and pork fried rice on the same plate. In a small bowl, he put the chicken in broccoli. Anyone could tell he was extremely hungry. He made sure to wipe his hand on a napkin and start eating.
Niklas smiles. “It’s okay. It was cute.” He remarks, grinning, he sits closer to Alex, listening to every word he said. Be watched as the plate is placed in front of him, then points at the rice. “Are you telling me a shrimp fried this rice?” He says playfully, grabbing a fork and eating some of the chicken. His eyes widen, immediately in love with the taste as he takes another bite. “God, this is good.”
Alex looked in the other direction stuffing the fork in his mouth. He couldn't help but try to calm down so the blush would go away but he couldn't. This is not good. Stop it! he shook his head, the redness going away. "See, you should try the lo mein if you think that this is good." Alex leaned on Niklas's shoulder and watched the cars move and the people having fights about meaningless things on the streets of California. "Look bet you one of those guys are sleeping with their lover." He pointed to one leaning on a car rolling his and the other one who was scolding him. "What do you think the story behind that is?"
Niklas smiles at his blush, then turns red himself as Alex leans on him. He tugs at his collar, the bustle of the city, the shouts of people on the streets, the distant blare of police sirens, all seemed silent when Alex was with him. He sighed, looking down at the group of people Alex was so interested in, and laughed. “Hmm… from what I can tell, one of them is roaring drunk, and the other one is trying to knock some sense into them, probably from sleeping with their lover.” He grinned, leaning into Alex. “Have you ever been in a relationship?”