He had reached the elevator and he stepped in, in order to go up to the bridge. He didn’t have time right now to concern himself with a woman. He needed a cool head. Damn it. He had always had a cool head. He was known for that. He was never driven by emotions. Never! And yet his loins were throbbing with desire and his heart was beating madly – not because of the alarm, but because of this damn woman and her damn curves. She was as tall as a woman from his race, but muscular and fit. Yet she had large, full breasts and a firm, round a*s. And her scent – it had nearly made him lose his senses – the aroma of her arousal. He shook these thoughts off as the elevator door opened with a loud ping.
On the bridge all hell had been let loose.
“What’s happened?” He asked, addressing Amano who was
