Enemy of My Enemy (Executive Office #2)

by Tal Bauer

Faisal grinned, already typing fast on his laptop. “I am way ahead of you… lover boy.” He winked at Doc. “Oh. Oh, hell no.” Doc shook his head, grimacing. “He’s so not the lover boy. Have you seen him?” He shuddered, looking Adam up and down. “He’s so… broody and cavemanish. So dour and dejected.” His fingers waggled, waving Adam away. “He’s no lover boy.” “You do not know habibi as I do.” Faisal kept typing, folders and files and online bridges opening up in cascading windows on the flat-screen. “He is an amazing ‘lover boy’.” A final series of keystrokes, an execution string, and his scrape ran through the Jordanian networks. “Hearing him sigh as I stroke up his—” “Whoa! Hey!” Adam whirled. “Could you not?” “I’m totally up for hearing more.” Doc wagged his eyebrows at Adam, not even trying to smother his salacious smirk.

“The fuck did you do for him? Teach him how to badly use a compass?” Doc sat up on one elbow and pushed the white satin sleep mask up to his forehead, ruffling his hair. Adam glared. “We practiced Arabic together. All the dialects we could.” “I’ll bet you practiced Arabic together.” Doc’s eyebrows waggled. “Habibi.”