Iris can be wrong but based on the data that her intel had gathered, the man was the stalker. She rolled on Hardin's bed and was too lazy to get up. She sniffled and lazily reached for the drawer to find some cigarette or vape.
"Hardin is no fun." She mumbled as she lay flat on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "The room is too dull."
"What are you complaining about?" Hardin asked who got out of his walk-in closet.
"You. I am complaining about you. Why are we even together?" She rolled her eyes.
"I should be the one asking." He lifted the ties. "Now, choose."
"Oh, I like that navy blue." She said it sounded sexy. "You can tie me up with that." She purred.
"I don't have time for that. I have to go and visit a few warehouses and I can't flirt with you now."
"Can I go?" She asked. "It's boring here."