Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

I didn’t intend to sleep with the IT guy. Really. As you should probably have figured out by now, your stereotypical IT guy is not my type of man. But . . . well . . . let’s put it this way. When you wake up at eight on a rainy morning and answer the door—wearing little more than a silk bathrobe, mind you—to find a man who bears a striking resemblance to Mister What’s David Brennan waiting outside your door to ‘come into your apartment and look for espionage devices,’ certain things are just going to happen.

I’m sorry, don’t ask me to explain it, but there is just something irresistible about a man who, in the midst of a battle for the fate of human civilization as we know it, breaks into reciting The Lion King. I know, I know. That kinda thing would normally be a turn-off for me. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the British accent. Unfortunately, the IT guy doesn’t have a British accent, which kinda ruined the illusion, so there was a lot of me telling him to just shut up every t