Creating A Dom (The Catalyst)

The sound of the front door slamming shut jolted Sebastian from his reverie. Hot coffee stung the back of his hand and rained in droplets over the report in front of him as he flinched at the racket. She was back earlier than usual. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed for the box of tissues and yanked a couple loose, dabbing at the scattered pools. His clumsy efforts only served to make things worse as coffee combined with ink and formed ugly misshapen patches on the paper. The report hadn’t exactly been the center of his scattered attentions anyway.