“He might, especially knowing that you and your ships are still here. He told me how powerful your ships are.”I commed Fleet Admiral Teryawe and u...dated him, letting him know that I hoped to defuse the situation before any shots were fired.“Good luck, I’ve heard that the Emperor doesn’t always listen to reason,” he replied.Several minutes later, Ramina announced that the sixty-two-ship Gorokian fleet had just exited their jump and would be here within the hour. “Fleet Admiral Paki, this is. She reaches up to take her cocktail from the bartender, and I see the wrist portion of a tattoo sleeve. I turn away and stare into my drink, attempting to appear pensive and mysterious, rather than pathetic. A few minutes later, I feel her foot casually brushing against my leg, as if by accident. I turn to say hello. She had been looking straight at me, smiling skeptically. Even though we are complete strangers, our conversation flows without introductions or awkwardness. I ask about her tattoo. The Bikini she wore was identical to her opponent's except for color. The only reason that she had been given the bout was that Mikel found her attractive. She was dismayed, but not altogether surprised when the Russian had taken her to his office where she was "auditioned". She had made the mistake of telling him how desperate she was for rent money. When they were alone, he closed the door and told her to strip. She had asked why that was necessary, only to be told she was to shut up and do. Alexa noticed. The signals Nicole was giving off radiated her interest. Leaving her Italian-obsessed friend, she turned back to John, watching his decisive movements as he conquered his steak. He looked up, and she leaned towards him. “So, do you sail?”“How did you know?”She blushed. “The books on the shelves behind your desk.”He smiled. The only time she'd been close enough to read the titles was bent over his desk. He pictured her cute panties. The memory turned him on. In front of him, her.