Tauro
Feeling his boredom intensify, Tauro sat in the command chair on the bridge tapping his fingers on the arm of his seat and staring at the trees currently displayed on the screen in front of him. If it wasn’t for the fact that the captain had needed one of the women to translate for him and that she would only go if Commander Travail escorted her, Tauro would have been working out in the cargo hold and actually doing something.
‘Working out’ were probably not the most apt words for what he would be doing in the cargo hold. Ever since he had seen that elegant woman, he had stopped working out. He now just jogged on the treadmill whilst watching her every move, then returned to his cabin and ‘worked out’ in his shower.
Just looking at the woman had his d**k twitching in his trouse
