Page 30 of GAF Factor

“For what?”

“Uh…my explosives?”

I rolled my eyes. “Improvise.”

“Improvise,” he said mockingly. “You know, some of us don’t need fancy suits and scarves and wool coats,” he said, snatching my scarf from around my neck. Then he frowned. “Actually, that’s pretty nice. What is this?”

“It’s cashmere.”

“It’s so soft.”

I snatched it back before he could get it dirty. Tucking it back in, I waited patiently, taking a seat as Linda called IRIS back. When he finally came out, I was shocked at what I saw. Gone was the EOD expert. In his place was a man who could pass for someone like me.

“The suit fits a little awkwardly,” Linda said, tugging at his pants. “His muscles are just too big. And the inseam isn’t quite right?—”

“Hey!” IRIS said, shifting as she touched just a little too close to his cock.

I chuckled at the baffled expression on his face. She was just doing her job. “It’s fine, Linda. He’ll do for tonight. Now we just need a coat.”

“And a scarf,” IRIS piped up. “Preferably one like his.”

I shook my head at him.

“What? If you have one, I should, too. I want to look the part.”

“Trust me, you won’t.”

“You know, George doesn’t like to sell his samples, but I know he would do anything for you.”

“We’ll bring it back in the morning.”

She looked relieved at that. “I would appreciate that.”

“And can you add in some cologne for this one,” I said, jerking my thumb at IRIS.

“Anything for you, IKE,” she said, her cheeks turning bright red.

While she scurried into the back, IRIS turned at me, his eyebrows raised. “She would do anything for you?”

“I work exclusively with her,” I explained.

“Yeah, I’ll bet that’s not all you do.”

“I have never once crossed that line with her. I would hate to have to find another tailor.”

IRIS snorted and turned away. “Seriously, I don’t understand why we need to look like this to talk to some people. When I want answers, I just beat it out of them.”

“You wouldn’t get very far with these men.”

“Why?”

“Well, first, you’d have to capture them. The amount of planning just isn’t worth it.”

“And second?”

I turned and cocked my head at him. “Second, what?”

“You said first. That implies there’s a second.”

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