“He’s going to be twitchier than a virgin at the prom,” she said. “I like it. Forget the Feds circling the car. That’s some funny shit,” she said, giving Gene a fist bump.
Damn.
They missed him on their team. His mental illness was being wasted on the FBI.
Yeah, him too.
Jagger was amused also.
“On it, Daddy.”
As the elevator door closed, they busted his ass too because that’s what you did.
“Daddy, huh? I see that Ethan isn’t the only one calling you that,” Jagger stated, getting his giggle on.
Truthfully, Gene didn’t argue with MATE anymore. It was counterproductive.
The system was batshit insane.
“She likes to irritate me and watch when people have sex. It’s weird, but our world. As for my sexy Native love muffin, he’s theONLYone I want calling me that.”
Only, Jagger was focused on the one part.
He glanced over at Maura.
“Uh, do you think she watches us?” he asked. “Really? Because I never even considered that.”
His vest chortled, and it sounded like some creepy haunted house voice.
“Shut up, MATE,” Jagger stated. “I’m not Zayn,” he admitted.
The system went there.
Sometimes, it was just too easy. It was clear that AI was far smarter than the flesh bags it helped.
“Your blood pressure and pulse rate say differently. Mikey,” she said, teasing him. “I’ll clap next time your Doll is doing her thing.”
That was all he had to hear.
He gasped.
And Maura laughed.
“I mean, she’s gotta learn for when she gets a body and tries to reproduce,” she teased. “Plus, I am spectacular when I’m at Mikey O’s mercy.”
Oh, Jesus.
Yeah, pass on that visual. As for the rest, that was no one’s business but his and the Doll’s.
Because he’d warned them, Gene was to the point as they got out of the elevator.
“And that’s why I don’t screw around with MATE. We all taught her bad habits. It’s on us.”
Yes, yes, it was.
Now that they’d had their fun teasing Zayn, and each other, Gene needed to get serious.
They had work to do.
