got payback.
Shaking my head, I crouched down to pick up the lace panties, had a moment of silence for their loss, and threw them in the garbage on the way out.
Note to self. Never bring my supernatural brothers lingerie shopping.
Friendly Reminder Of Where You Stand
"I GOT THE JOB!"
My left hand paused on the half-filled page of symbols. My eyes darted to the doorway of our living room, seeing a beaming Tristan.
I took a long look at him, licking my lips unconsciously at the shapeshifter in the perfect navy blue suit. With gold cufflinks and tie, and a silky blue dress shirt beneath the fitted ensemble, this man right here wasn't playing around in the professional department.
Of sexiness.
His usual shoulder-length blond hair was now up in a perfect bun, telling me he made his hair a little longer just for this interview, and his piercing blue eyes shone brighter with his thrilling news.
Otis was sleeping on the sofa to my left and Adonis was midway through writing a new song on his phone on my right. Dominick sat on the floor watching the latest supernatural drama, right in front of where I was sitting with my legs crossed on the sofa chair and my sketchbook resting in my lap.
"Congrats, Tristan!" I was the first to congratulate him.
"Took your ass long enough to get a job," Otis mumbled, his eyes still closed.
"You know he could have gotten a job eons ago but was being picky," Dominick reminded.
"Secret Ops Agent, huh. Does that mean we're never going to see you again? I'm trying to determine if I should feel happy or disturbed with your lack of presence in our lives after today."
"Shut up!" Tristan was still beaming from ear to ear, and he literally skipped over to where I was. Going around the red suede chair, he leaned over to put his head on my shoulder.
"Thank you, Cass, for being the only one to congratulate me."
"No one cares," Otis huffed.
"Congrats, bro. We'll go eat on your behalf. I'm hungry," Dominick encouraged.
"You would have gone to eat regardless," Adonis pointed out. "Congrats, Tristan. Now are we never seeing you again, or what?"
"I'm still going to be in you guys' lives, so you might as well give up on all those hopes of getting rid of me," Tristan concluded.
"The Universe is punishing us," Adonis and Otis said in unison.
"At least he's not an ass." Dominick tried to lift up the mood.
I snickered as Tristan growled. "You guys are a bunch of dicks. Micro-penises."
"From the guy with the smallest one," Otis countered.
"Liar!" Tristan argued. "A shapeshifter’s got no problem in that department."
"He says proudly while admitting he has the smallest one in the room," Adonis concluded.
"How did I admit that? There were no rulers involved in this evaluation."
"Don't need one." Dominick shrugged. "Can sense the guilt a mile away."
"Stop using your fae voodoo on me." Tristan hugged my neck. "Cass. I'm being bullied."
"What am I supposed to do? Be a man and kick their asses?"
Tristan pouted. "I'll let them off cause I'm in a good mood," Tristan brushed off.
"My point is still valid." Otis turned over so his back faced us. "Wake me up when we're going out for dinner."
We quietly laughed, and Tristan gave him an annoyed look before sticking up his middle finger at Otis.
"I saw that," he grumbled, but remained where he was.
"Anyway, when do you start?” I inquired.
"Hmm, not sure. They're mid-investigation with a bunch of stuff happening across the States and even Canada, so I gotta wait. I think they're just happy to have me on board. Didn't realize I was so in demand."
"Did they tell you how many organizations had you on their list?" I asked. He walked around and moved to sit on the armrest of the couch Otis was lying on. Tugging his tie, he gave a sheepish grin.
"Five hundred."
The three of us gawked at him, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Otis had lifted his head to look over at him. "Shut up. You're lying."
"Nope." His grin widened like an excited little boy's. "That's out of those with high enough connections to get in touch with Everett. He's was my main reference and connection control, so unless you got through him, it was an automatic no."
"That means the preliminary organizations didn't stand a chance," Adonis concluded with a sly grin. "Aww. You're actually useful."
"One day I'm so going to beat you up," Tristan warned.
"When that day comes, make sure it's on a