CHAPTER FIVE
I blink at him, shell-shocked. He, this gorgeous creature, thinks I’m beautiful? Me?
The glow from the compliment almost obscures the other part of his statement: that I’d have to pay for my request. Now that I’m thinking about it, though, is it wrong that I hope he asks for something inappropriate as payment—say, my body?
“The Senate asked me to look into a certain classified matter for them,” he continues, “and I could use someone with your investigative skills to help me out.”
My horny bubble bursts. The Senate is the main governmental body on Gomorrah—which, unlike the Councils elsewhere, is elected by a democratic process. Going by what I’ve heard in the media, a classified investigation for the Senate might be an extremely dangerous undertaking.
I take a sip of my t
