the hallway leading to his suite of rooms. After that she had to get into the room itself. She sent up a silent prayer that he hadn’t changed the codes yet. Drogan always told her, as his assistant, his access code in case he needed her to fetch something for him. Once she was inside, she needed to find the disc. Then all she needed to do was leave the station and she would never see him again.
Once back on Earth she would find a job that suited her skills. She couldn’t go back to work for the Galactic Federation. That could bring her face-to-face with Drogan, and who knew what would happen then? There would be a slap of course. No one looked down on her like that, not even Drogan. No. She would get work with a planetary corporation. As much as she was loath to work for another big business outfit, she needed the money. She would move on with her life after she got the disc back and forget about Drogan.
The cabin shook slightly as the transport hit a patch of turbulence.
“Nothing to worry about folks, we’re almost there. Just hang on for a few more hours and keep those seatbelts fastened,” the captain announced. Then the intercom fell silent.
Glancing out the window, Rena saw the large, dusty red planet approach. Despite its color, she knew there was life down there. There were jungles of lush green; frozen deserts of bright white; and, here and there, communities of humans living with the alien life of the planet. She wished she had time to see it all, but she shook her head. In a few hours she would be at the station. There was no time for sightseeing. Besides, it took money she didn’t have to go planetside for even a few hours.
The turbulence increased and she gripped the edge of her seat, praying that they would get there in one piece. After four hours of gut-wrenching turbulence, they arrived at the station. On wobbly legs, Rena left the small spacecraft. She stared around her in awe at the size of the entrance hall. People, humans and aliens alike, were everywhere. Bright neon signs blinked on and off, offering every imaginable service. The noise of life rushed all around her, almost overwhelming.
Her heartbeat increased in her chest, sweat prickled the back of her neck and forehead, and gooseflesh broke out on her arms as panic set in. In such a vast space station, how the hell was she supposed to find his quarters?
Someone bumped into her and jolted her out of her nervous state of mind. Clenching her jaw in determination, she checked her watch. She had ten hours to carry out her mission and leave. Striding farther into the entrance hall, her gaze was drawn everywhere at once. Then the captain’s voice slid into her mind, a distant, almost comforting sound.
My suite is on the black level, topmost floor, the penthouse suites.
Rena shivered as her nipples turned to hardened points, pressing against her shirt. She had rushed out of the house that morning, not willing to give herself the chance to change her mind and chicken out. In her hurry, she had forgotten to put on a bra.
She looked all around until she saw an elevator. She felt like a fish trying to swim upstream. A multitude of bodies was pushing against her, going the other way. Finally she made it to the elevator and waited.
Soon she would be in his suite and then the real panic would begin.
* * *
“She’s here. She arrived a few minutes ago,” Jason said, walking into Drogan’s suite in the Private Room Club. Drogan looked around—black silk sheets on the bed, candles lit, jasmine perfuming the air. Everything was set.
“Are my arrangements on the ship made? The room next to mine cleaned out?” He'd been planning this for a month and a half. Everything had to be just right.
Jason nodded and answered, “Yes, they finished this morning.”
“I’ll check with you again in a few hours just to make sure. After that I don’t want to be disturbed. You’re in charge. If the ship catches fire or the crew decides to duel
Once back on Earth she would find a job that suited her skills. She couldn’t go back to work for the Galactic Federation. That could bring her face-to-face with Drogan, and who knew what would happen then? There would be a slap of course. No one looked down on her like that, not even Drogan. No. She would get work with a planetary corporation. As much as she was loath to work for another big business outfit, she needed the money. She would move on with her life after she got the disc back and forget about Drogan.
The cabin shook slightly as the transport hit a patch of turbulence.
“Nothing to worry about folks, we’re almost there. Just hang on for a few more hours and keep those seatbelts fastened,” the captain announced. Then the intercom fell silent.
Glancing out the window, Rena saw the large, dusty red planet approach. Despite its color, she knew there was life down there. There were jungles of lush green; frozen deserts of bright white; and, here and there, communities of humans living with the alien life of the planet. She wished she had time to see it all, but she shook her head. In a few hours she would be at the station. There was no time for sightseeing. Besides, it took money she didn’t have to go planetside for even a few hours.
The turbulence increased and she gripped the edge of her seat, praying that they would get there in one piece. After four hours of gut-wrenching turbulence, they arrived at the station. On wobbly legs, Rena left the small spacecraft. She stared around her in awe at the size of the entrance hall. People, humans and aliens alike, were everywhere. Bright neon signs blinked on and off, offering every imaginable service. The noise of life rushed all around her, almost overwhelming.
Her heartbeat increased in her chest, sweat prickled the back of her neck and forehead, and gooseflesh broke out on her arms as panic set in. In such a vast space station, how the hell was she supposed to find his quarters?
Someone bumped into her and jolted her out of her nervous state of mind. Clenching her jaw in determination, she checked her watch. She had ten hours to carry out her mission and leave. Striding farther into the entrance hall, her gaze was drawn everywhere at once. Then the captain’s voice slid into her mind, a distant, almost comforting sound.
My suite is on the black level, topmost floor, the penthouse suites.
Rena shivered as her nipples turned to hardened points, pressing against her shirt. She had rushed out of the house that morning, not willing to give herself the chance to change her mind and chicken out. In her hurry, she had forgotten to put on a bra.
She looked all around until she saw an elevator. She felt like a fish trying to swim upstream. A multitude of bodies was pushing against her, going the other way. Finally she made it to the elevator and waited.
Soon she would be in his suite and then the real panic would begin.
* * *
“She’s here. She arrived a few minutes ago,” Jason said, walking into Drogan’s suite in the Private Room Club. Drogan looked around—black silk sheets on the bed, candles lit, jasmine perfuming the air. Everything was set.
“Are my arrangements on the ship made? The room next to mine cleaned out?” He'd been planning this for a month and a half. Everything had to be just right.
Jason nodded and answered, “Yes, they finished this morning.”
“I’ll check with you again in a few hours just to make sure. After that I don’t want to be disturbed. You’re in charge. If the ship catches fire or the crew decides to duel
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