With her legs wrapped around his waist, he started walking to the shower with no sign of strain.
“What is all that working out for, if not this?”
“Sothisis what you’ve been training for?” she teased.
“Definitely.”
Then the phone rang.
“Damn it,” he said. “Every time.”
Maybe, as his ex-wife, Valentina had some kind of psychic connection. She could feel it when he was about to get laid.
Reluctantly, Markus took a few steps and picked up the phone. Gabby was still wrapped around him, her breasts pressed against his chest.
“Just set me down, Markus,” Gabby said.
Instead, he pressed her against the wall and set the phone right on top of her boobs like they were a table. Looking pretty satisfied with himself, he managed to answer the phone.
“Agent Parks here,” he answered in a serious tone while securing his grip.
Gabby suppressed a “Put me down, Markus!” but she silently gestured with her head to the floor.
Markus smiled like he thought the whole thing was funny.
“Morning, Agent Parks.” In an all-business tone, Valentina said, “Is Agent Greene available? I’d like to talk to both of you.”
“Agent Greene!” Markus called, as if she wasn’t wrapped around his waist.
Gabby waited a second to pretend like she had to walk across the room. “Yes, I’m here.”
“Oh, that was quick.”
Markus gave up on sexy times and set Gabby down gently. Before letting go, he squeezed her cheeks in a way that said, “This is mine.”
“Any updates?” Valentina asked.
“I have a report,” Markus said. While talking, he made eyecontact with Gabby. “Agent Greene, this will be news to you too. I didn’t get a chance to debrief you fully.”
Maybe not this morning.
“Last night, Agent Greene overheard someone use the phrase ‘I moan.’ I knew I’d heard it before somewhere, and now I remember where. IMoan is an online disruptor. They’ve taken credit for several leaked stories. I spent a few hours last night trying to chase down anyone associated with IMoan.”
All while she’d been sleeping.
“I traced the group to Kalkofnsvegur two in Reykjavik.”
“Nice work, Agent Parks,” Valentina said emphatically. “Do you have any idea who’s behind it?”
Gabby tied a robe on. It’s not like Valentina could see her naked, but still, it felt wrong.
“Unfortunately, the address is a dead end. A shell named Privacy Withheld is sheltering hundreds of illicit companies using this address.” A smile quirked his lips. “Get this, though. It’s the same address that houses the Icelandic Phallological Museum, the home of 320 mammalian penises, and an H&M. They’re thumbing their nose at us.”
“Fucking Iceland.”
“The penis museum is Switzerland for anyone being a dick on the internet,” Markus reported.
“That’s not funny,” Valentina said.
