IN HIS QUARTERS
It was surprisingly easy to get him into bed with me. Maybe it was that I had over-prepared or maybe it was just that he was just drawn to the curve of my a*s and the way my body drew against the synthsilk. It was what the parties were for, after all—to get the important people pliant and sated for negotiations. I was on offer, and oh was I willing to give. It was a subtle gesture, but with just enough hesitation that I knew he didn’t do this often. I gripped his fingers back, pleased that I was the one that had made it to his notice.
We left the party with its noise behind. I caught a glimpse of Armstrong and Captain Periz standing near the mistress. Armstrong looked downright distraught. Whatever, I thought. I wasn’t concerned about him, not now when I was about to have
