“It’s not a sex room?—”
“How disappointing.” The second the elevator begins to move, his arms shoot out and he presses them against two of the walls. “Why the hell is it moving?”
“I was going to explain it, but you distracted me—” Quickly, he grabs me, dragging me close like he’s going to protect mefrom the moving “sex room.” It’s kind of sweet and a little bit painful… oh, and awkward since Lt. Lindsey is watching the whole scene, even if she can’t understand what we’re saying.
Torin hums in thought. “I understand now. The vibrations are to help during sex. Like when people jump on the bed while others are involved in intercourse.”
“That is exactly what an elevator is,” I respond as the doors open and we step out into the office while I question what kind of sex Torin was having with people jumping on the bed. Were they just having a tantrum that they didn’t get to enjoy the god first?
“I have a desk set up for Torin next to yours, Riley,” Lt. Lindsey says before eyeing us. “What exactly are you wearing?”
I look down at the strange attire that I’ve oddly grown fond of. It’s so easy to move in. “Torin’s traditional clothes.”
“I see…” She must decide that it’s good enough until a uniform comes in for Torin. “Your media coverage yesterday turned out to be quite… fruitful. Somehow. I’ll give you time to settle in. We’re having a meeting at nine,” she concludes and then heads off for her office.
“Women like that are wild in bed,” Torin unhelpfully comments in Shaarunen.
“The last thing I want to hear this morning.”
Torin grabs my shoulders so I’m forced to face him. “Oh, I didn’t intend to make you jealous. I didn’t meanmebedding her. The only person I wish to bed right now is you. I would happily toss you over any surface in this building or go back in the sex box if you wished. It’s very fast though. I’m not sure I can be that fast, but I’m willing to give it my best shot.”
“I didn’t think you meant youwantedher, I meant I didn’t want to think about her that way.”
“Is there a reason you don’t want to envision that fiery woman mewling in bed, writhing beneath a person of her choosing?”
“M… Mewling?Maybe my translation is short-circuiting.”
“I feel very left out that you two have this cool language you can use to talk about people,” Vinny says.
“I just want to know who they were talking about because the expression on Riley’s face was definitely not good,” Imani comments as she joins him.
“It was about Lt. Lindsey having sex and mewling,” Torin says loud enough that a few others from the unit hear, and one even chokes a bit. Torin is not fazed.
Imani nods seriously. “Ah yes, that’s generally the topic I go to before I even have my morning coffee.”
“It’s a talent he seems to have,” I say while Imani leads us over to our desks.
My new desk has been downgraded to one in the cubicle section, which isn’t surprising since Vinny took my office. But it also means that the other agents can hear what’s going on.
“We didn’t quite know what Torin needed, so we just gave him everything,” Imani says as she pulls out his chair for him.
Torin sits down, but he’s so tall that his legs are crammed under the desk. I reach over and press on the lever to lower the chair and he jumps, startled as he sinks down too low.
“What… what a fun device to have sex on,” he says,notin Shaarunen.
“You’re no longer allowed to say the ‘s’ word.”
He nods. “I got it. What a fun chair to fornicate on.”
“Sometimes… I think he blends in, and other times…” I stare at him while he learns that the chair swivelsandrolls.
“He’s sexy, and I think that’s all that matters. He’s got the ‘god of love’ thing going for him that excuses it all,” Imani says. “We have a briefing in an hour. I guess until then, just get settled in. There is some paperwork for you to sign that I’ll bring over.”
“Thank you,” I tell her before turning my laptop on.
“Is that a large ‘phone’?” Torin asks as he flings his chair over so it slams into mine and nearly throws me from the seat, and Kit digs in her claws to avoid flying off. The only thing that stops me is ramming half of my body into the desk.
“It’s called a laptop.”
