GENRE: Science Fiction
I couldn't take another night of this. Stuck in this cheap-a* hotel room, listening in on the galaxy's latest in WMD technology.
The stench of ozone thickened in the hallway outside my room, burning my nostrils. Followed by the smell of deep-fried tofu and the light footsteps of someone trained to move silently. They weren't succeeding. But then, I had excellent hearing.
Had I f***** up that bad already? Of course if they were here to terminate me, they hadn't gotten the memo. I was immune to poison.
I placed a mini holo projector on the desk to hide the scattering of equipment that connected me to Buki Technologies' and Bogu Enterprises' communications networks and the minivid player that stored all the data I had collected on the development of House Aquarius' newest weapon of mass destruction. Then altered the primary display connected to my primary handheld so it looked like I was watching the early morning news, Wake Up with Gemini! And quickly covered any other traces of what I was actually doing there.
Just in case, I redid the illusion to hide my butterfly mask. Wouldn't want anyone to catch us in the act of being a Scorpio, now would we?
I felt my fingers, making sure each of my silkwire bands were ready as I slipped up to the door, one-wayed the plastiglass, and stared at the man standing in the dimly lit hallway outside my hotel room. It couldn't be. Still, I swear my heart stopped at the sight of my former assignment and secret desire.
The Prince of House Leo looked a million times sexier than I remembered with his long brown hair pulled back into a neat ponytail and his goatee recently trimmed.