"And then, we retired to her rooms." The young ambassador waggled his eyebrows less than subtly.
"...Is that so, sir?"
Reed Bishop knew the man walking in front of him was in effect his mission for the week, but he could already see why people wanted to kill him. No matter how he tried to change the subject or hint that he was their for body guarding and not chitchat, the man simply would not shut up about his travels in Europe and all the women he had slept with. His migraine worsened with each anecdote.
It could be worse, he supposed; at least this mission was easy. As an up and coming young special agent, he had been assigned to protect the ambassador's life from potential assassins during his stay. However, any assassins after this man's life would likely be bumbling terrorists, trying to light themselves on fire--it was more of a vacation than a real mission.
"Did you know that Lebanese women have the nicest nipples in the world?" continued the ambassador, who had realized he was being ignored.
"...No, sir."
"Ah. Well, they do."
"...Is that so, sir?"
Reed Bishop knew the man walking in front of him was in effect his mission for the week, but he could already see why people wanted to kill him. No matter how he tried to change the subject or hint that he was their for body guarding and not chitchat, the man simply would not shut up about his travels in Europe and all the women he had slept with. His migraine worsened with each anecdote.
It could be worse, he supposed; at least this mission was easy. As an up and coming young special agent, he had been assigned to protect the ambassador's life from potential assassins during his stay. However, any assassins after this man's life would likely be bumbling terrorists, trying to light themselves on fire--it was more of a vacation than a real mission.
"Did you know that Lebanese women have the nicest nipples in the world?" continued the ambassador, who had realized he was being ignored.
"...No, sir."
"Ah. Well, they do."