THE INVITATION
It was several days after my encounter with Armstrong that I met Aiden again in the central hall. It was where we would gather to show off to the upper brass. I had heard that Admiral Patrick would be through again, but there was Aiden, blocking my view. I sighed and tried to step around him. He held out an arm and caught me across the chest.
“Sorry, I’m not interested,” I said. It’s not that Aiden couldn’t be my type. He had that wiry, clerical look that could be incredibly interesting in bed. That type was often as thorough with their lovemaking as they were with numbers. I glanced up at his warm, golden brown eyes. Warmth was a quality that didn’t exist for very many people on this installation. It was about power. Or s*x. And s*x was the part that was always more inter
