His eyes followed the gorgeous wave of blond hair as it was let down from the high ponytail.  Even with it on the messy side from being manhandled and mistreated, or perhaps because of it, Andreas wanted to touch the loose strands even more.  It softened some of the stronger features of Alex’s already pretty face and caused the assassin to force back a groan.  Sure, it sounded fun to stick himself in a situation where he’d come face to face with a find like Alex, but it was turning out to be torture, too.  It was necessary to focus on the job.  Andreas could usually flip back and forth between his little games and work, but this was playing it close, and he could tell that Alex was going to be too tempting a treat to let his guard down.<br/><br/>The moment those teary eyes looked up at him his heart did a weird stutter.  He didn’t like it.<br/><br/>“Your boss can sit and twirl, sweetheart,” he scoffed.  “You were just attacked.  Look, you’re all shaken up…”  But that little quivering lip was enough to tell him everything he needed to know.  Whatever had happened here, Alex was far more afraid of either his boss, his father, or both.  The boss was easy enough to understand, and Andreas put it down that he didn’t treat his employees any better than what the rumour mill dredged up.  But what about the father?  Yeah, he was also an asshole, but even to his own son?  It was best to not stir shit up before he got a good foothold and knew how to play the situation.<br/><br/>“How about if I pay the asshole off?  I’ll just slip him some cash and tell him to pretend you’re still running orders the rest of the night.  Then we’ll go get you a coffee or something.”