"Yep, I'll be ready in a moment. Mm, are you all in position already? Good."
The man in the sharp suit busily talked on the phone while beckoning for a pen from his subordinate, then swiftly signed his name on the papers.
Daisy stared at her toes in boredom. Beside her, the intern Ian was curious enough to try striking up a conversation with the man ahead, whom he suspected was "Oz," but Daisy spotted his intention and silenced him with an elbow.
"Ow!"
Daisy raised a fist at Ian threateningly, and he sullenly shut his mouth.
He stared at "Oz's" back, utterly baffled. With that obviously "wise" crown and distinctive horseshoe of hair, there was no way this man qualified as hairy.
Could hairy mean somewhere other than his head?
If not his head, then where??? His armpits? His chest? Surely not his pubes??
The further Ian's thoughts wandered into unsavory territory, the more he shuddered inwardly.
Coulson put down his phone and felt a chill behind him. When he turned around, Ian's gaze, aimed two inches below his abdomen, made his skin crawl.
"Hey! Snap out of it!"
Daisy's embarrassed, irritated call brought Ian back to his senses. Noticing "Oz's" searching look, he gave a violent shudder.
"Where are you looking?!"
Daisy's eyes went wide with disbelief.
"No, I didn't-it's not what you think! I was just, uh, just interested in this gentleman's belt. It looks very stylish. Is it Armani?"
Ian knew exactly how misleading the direction of his gaze had been, and hurriedly came up with an excuse.
"Oh! This?"
Coulson smiled faintly as though he hadn't noticed Ian's panic and pulled aside one side of his jacket to reveal the belt's logo.
"It's Playboy's latest model. Not too expensive, just five figures. I saved two