11 - Morak
Back in his hotel room on Kastra II, Morak lay n***d in bed enjoying the fresh breeze coming through the open window. The view from the balcony was stunning, according to the advertisement of the hotel, but he didn’t care about it. He stared at the ceiling visualising Lanees’s voluptuous body. He imagined unzipping the short-sleeved white gown she had been wearing at the presentation of the Regeneration Project the day before. His hand slipped below his navel, when a popping sound made him jump and prop himself up on his elbow.
‘I didn’t know I had this effect on you, Barty,’ Jorelle said, staring at his erection with a smirk.
Morak swore and jumped to his feet. ‘I told you not to call me Barty,’ he said, putting his hands on his hips.
Jorelle sighed, rolling her eyes.
‘Why
