But I had already committed to my curiosity and in a breath devoured it like a sinful dessert that was about to melt away. Never before had I even loo...ed at Garret sexually, it was one of the things I loved about our living situation. No tension. We were both attractive people, at least I thought so, but we managed to stay away from anything compromising. Until now that is.Tasting him was great. Something about him was different than the others; clean, soft, not really easy to explain, but. I like the gun, don't get me wrong. It's a nice weapon, but I have enough trouble with people who think working for the FBI makes me a spy. I am not carrying James Bond's gun.I kept a locking steel travel case by the door. I keep my tactical gear inside along with my main gun and ammunition when I'm traveling. Its other home was my trunk. Trust me, when it comes to being prepared, the boy scouts have nothing on the FBI. After the episode at the bank I made myself a promise to never be unarmed. They left without eating but did pay the check and tip the waitress. I figured that if they returned, I'd refund their meal costs and so I informed the wait staff.It was a Friday night and I was outside grabbing a well deserved break. It was still early evening and I had another 4-5 hours yet to go before I could call it a night. I was sitting on a decorative bench near the entrance to the dining room, just enjoying the fresh air. On Friday and Saturday nights I had to employ a doorman because. If it’s wrong then it’s a total turn-off and there will never be a chance with whoever it is. I don’t care if Elizabeth Hurley comes crawling on all fours, naked and covered in honey, begging to be fucked. If she smells wrong it will never happen. I inhaled the perfume of her body and my will crumbled to dust. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around gently. She cast a questioning look back at me but obeyed without comment. I brought my hands up and placed them on either side of her neck.