Page 28 of GAF Factor

“No, you can’t see it. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing! I’ve just never seen one before.”

“And you’re never going to as long as you’re with me,” he retorted.

“But what if I want to get one?”

“Then have someone else show you,” he said, storming out of the kitchen.

I hopped off the stool with much more energy than I had five minutes ago, rushing after him as he fled the house. I winced as the stones around the house bit into my feet. I swore he was taking the longest route to his truck just to put me through themost pain. But I finally caught up to him, grabbing onto the handle just as he started up the engine.

I jerked the door open and climbed inside, barely getting my feet in when he threw us in reverse. “Is it painful?”

“I’m not talking to you about this.”

“Were you allowed to have sex? How does this work? Did you do the tip of your dick or the base? And how long ago was this?”

The truck stopped with a jerk and I flew back, then forward as he shifted and took off in the other direction. I caught myself from flying through the window, but just barely. When he stopped outside OPS, I got out, chasing after him.

“Come on! Just give me a hint! Just something! I just lost my girlfriend. I have nothing to keep me going!”

“That’s your fucking problem,” he threw over his shoulder.

“And your problem when I go out on a job with you. If I have nothing to live for, it’s your ass on the line.”

He barked out a laugh. “And your knowledge about the piercing in my dick is going to save my life?”

“You never know. It could. I’m depressed. I could lose it any minute!”

He stalked into the new building of OPS and headed for the elevator. I quickly followed, needing him to get me inside since I was no longer on any of the security.

“I need to know things like this. What if you were held hostage and killed, and the only way to identify your body was through the piercing on your dick? If I didn’t know the exact placement, how would I know if it was really your body? Maybe it’s really a body double. Maybe you’re really being held in a Colombian prison and they only pierced some other guy’s dick to pose as you.” The doors opened, but I grabbed his arm and forced him to look at me. “But until I examine that dick piercing, I have no way of positively identifying you in the future if you’re ever taken hostage.”

Red’s jaw ticked as I forced him to face me down. I wasn’t letting this go. I had nothing else going for me right now. I would find out the exact location of his piercing if it was the last thing I ever did.

A throat cleared and I slowly turned my head to face Lock and FNG.

“You have a dick piercing?” FNG grinned. “I did not see that coming.”

Lock cocked his head at me. “Is there a reason you’re in the elevator in nothing but your underwear?”

I frowned, then looked down at my bare feet. And my bare legs. Yep, I had no clothes on. That explained why it felt so breezy on the way over. I released Red and stepped back, clearing my throat.

“Uh…laundry day.”

“And your underwear was all that was left?”

I shrugged with a laugh. “Everything else is at Isla’s.”

“They broke up,” Red said by way of explanation.

Lock raised an eyebrow, then jerked his head at me. “You’ll need some pants in order to work. Maybe some shoes.”

I rushed after him, grabbing his arm. “Wait, that’s it? I’m really in?”

He looked down at his arm, then back to me. “Yes, and I would prefer you not hold my arm when you’re naked. And for what it’s worth, talking about another man’s dick piercing is frowned upon at work.”

He headed off to the office, leaving me standing in my skivvies. I huffed in amusement. I was really back. I clapped my hands, then shook my ass. “I’m back, baby!”

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