Iain nodded, returning the polite smile on his face. The young man was in a suit which was a good impression on the older Scotsman, “you as well.” He gave a pointed look at his daughter, “fair warnin’ she’s difficult.”
“Da,” Moira pursed her lips before turning her attention to Eli. She looked him up and down as subtly as she could. Damn he was a looker. She bit her lip, making a popping sound as she gave him a polite smile. It reached her eyes more than she intended, “nice ta meet ya too Eli… You look very professional.”
The short Scottish woman pursed her lips again, “look I’m not goin’ ta beat around the bush. Can ya please dress down a bit?” She motioned to her own appearance. She had on a simple light blue v-neck shirt, a chunky light brown cardigan, blue jeans and some short boots. Her long red hair was thrown into a messy ponytail with her bangs framing her face. “It’s kinda obvious who ya are, wouldn’t ya agree da?”
Iain sighed and bowed his head for a moment. His daughter wasn’t wrong. It would look odd for her to be followed around by a man in a suit. “Fine Moira,” he looked up from his desk, “Eli, wear somethin’ more casual since my daughter insists on dressin’ down.”
The Scotsman sat down in his seat, “now I hate ta send ya off so soon but I have work that needs ta be done. I expect you for dinner tanight. Usual place.” He turned his attention to the papers on his desk, his brow furrowed.
“Don’t worry, Sir, I’m sure I can handle it,” Eli said. He wondered how difficult. Then again, she couldn’t be any worse than the people he ran around with. He couldn’t help but notice the little smile on her face and the look in her eyes. No, he reminded himself. That was a bad idea. Eli fought back a laugh, he wasn’t one to shy away from bad ideas.
Eli glanced down at himself. “Yes, well, this seems to be a professional job.” His brow rose when she suggested that he dress down. It almost felt like a trick. “Er…” He turned to look back at Iain to see what he thought. When her father seemed to agree, he nodded. “Yeah, nothing screams bodyguard more than some guy in a suit.”
“I’ll make sure she gets there, Sir,” Eli said. He led the way out. Once they were in the hallway, Eli slipped off the grey jacket leaving him in a matching dress-up shirt. Tossing the jacket over his shoulder, Eli began to undo the buttons on the cuff. Rolling up the sleeves, Eli revealed some tattoos. “I hate this damn suit anyways,” he cleared his throat, forgetting that he needed to be somewhat professional. “Where are we going to first, ma’am?”
