Two Can Play the Game
Angela froze for a second as she mulled over the image in her head with Gael's men in her living room dressed in elves costume, wrapping gifts like they were born to do it while she dressed as a girl Santa—an outfit she had hanging in her closet. She shook her head to brush the thought away and stepped aside, allowing the men to enter her place.
As they strode inside, Gael gave them an order. "Do a clean sweep. Make no corners left unchecked."
"Why? Is something wrong?" she wondered, but her tone didn't sound panicked. She was still a little fazed with them being in her place and slightly distracted as she took in Gael's appearance. He had changed into a custom-tailored black dress shirt and khaki pants, looking every bit like the snack that he was.
"Just protocol. This is a new apartment. I just want to make sure you're safe," he answered naturally, a small crooked smile ghosting his lips when he caught her ogling—she wasn't aware that she was.