Dancing With The Devil (part two)

Chapter 21: Her Type

Astrid sighed and stood up, "you should go home Dom, go and get some rest."

"Okay." He said slowly.

"You two can have the spare room," she said to Faith and Seb, "Jim."

"Yup."

"You get the sofa." She said flatly and Jim chuckled, "come on Dom, I'll walk you back."

"Okay."

The two walked back to Dom's house hands intertwined.

"You wanna stay with me tonight." He said as they reached Astrid's front door. Astrid shook her head, "you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." She said as Dom put his hands on to Astrid's cheek. He leaned in and pressed a short kiss to her lips before saying goodbye.

Dom watched Astrid leave the drive before smirking to himself and shutting the door. He walked back into the house with a sly grin painted on his face, he picked up an old phone that was sat on his kitchen table and dialled a number in it. He let the line ring as he walked up the stairs, still smiling.

"Hello?" came a voice that he recognised on the other end of the line.

"It's me," he spoke out. After hearing a sigh of recognition from the other end, he continued, "she told me everything."

"I knew I could trust you." the voice smirked, "I knew she had a type."

Dom chuckled, "but I have to say, she really hates you."

"I'm aware, Mr Slait."

"Just checking, sir."

"As long as she gets here it'll be fine. Now, tell me everything you know."

"Of course, Mr Hansel."