#tori:thread

@marimelwrites​

@angelxrp​

The tender deadline was always a stressful time. It didn’t help one of her grown men of a clients did not enjoy the news of being traded from his current team. So after listening to a man yell at her as if she had any control over the trade for an hour she just leaned against the counter, knowing her phone would probably ring again on any of her free agent clients that teams wanted to pick up. She often had at least twenty things going this meeting or that but she needed a moment. She loved it when the busy times calmed down and she got to see people flourish in their careers but it wasn’t easy being a woman in a male dominated field. Tori hadn’t even heard him come in, that’s how out of the zone she was in but she did feel his arms around her and she leaned back into him. “How’s your painting going?” She questioned him knowing he must have come in for a break. She rested her hands over his as she just closed her eyes and focused on the steady pounding of his heart.

Tori had promised Felix some time, so she turned her phone off and disconnected herself from the outside world. She wondered what in the world he was up too, the only instruction she had gotten was to wear clothing she didn’t care about. So she wore an old tank top and some short shorts as she wandered into his little studio. “Well maestro I am here for you to paint me like your Spanish woman.” She teased figuring he wanted some company, and to touch her with his paint covered hands since she gave him hell the last time he tried in her good clothes. She leaned back on the little couch and just watched him. There was something about him that just warmed her heart, she didn’t know what it was but she didn’t want to lose him she knew that.