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Paige’s shoulders slumped. “Oh. Why doesn’t the emperor help? He must be rich with all the worlds he’s looted.”
Sava blanched. “Sh. You must not say such things. The emperor doesn’t steal.”
There wasn’t much point in arguing about Vendu’s warlike attitude toward other planets. “But he could help, couldn’t he?”
“If the senate asks him. But, they won’t. The warriors and off-worlds are more important for the future of our Empire.”
“So are women and children. Why don’t the female senators speak up for them?” Paige asked.
Sava stared, as if Paige had said something bizarre. “Female senators?” She covered her mouth and whispered, “Hush. There are none. They are forbidden.”
Paige nearly dropped the glass. “Forbidden. That’s… I mean…” What could she say. Backward? Barbaric? Hardly a word that applied to a world with advanced technology, but sometimes, that was what Halos and its empire felt like. The Vendu were archaic and grounded in some ancient world of rituals and hierarchy where women were breeders and men were constant warriors.
There was no point in arguing with Sava. Going by her surprise, it simply hadn’t crossed her mind to question the rule of law. Paige would take it up with Jamen instead. She had come to Halos to be with him, and although she wasn’t a spy, she was learning a great deal of things that would not go well if widely known on Earth. What if she could educate the Vendu about her views? Would they listen?
Would Jamen approve?
Chapter Fourteen
Jamen lost his train of thought somewhere in the middle of the report he was reading. He rubbed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, allowing it to recline. Outside, the sun had briefly lost out to low clouds and a swift rain shower that would vanish without trace in minutes. Later, the second moon would rise and take the helm.
Both moons had completed a whole circuit of the planet. That was how long Paige had been on Halos. The door to her work room was closed. He’d left her collating more data on pirates having refused, yet again, to discuss the barrier situation with her. She’d glared at him for a few seconds, snapped her mouth shut, and stomped back in there.
He liked her fiery spirit. Elga had one too, but it wasn’t born out of any civic duty to her fellow Vendu. Elga played at ill-discipline. She’d fought him, allowed him to play rough games with her, so that she could then bask in total submission. With Paige it was different. If she lost her submissiveness, it was for a reason and regaining it was about resolving that issue. Fighting her, forcing her in any way was out of the question. He had to win her heart and mind, as well as her body. Usually, he only bothered with the body, the rest followed naturally with Vendu females.
Something was bothering Paige. He didn’t think it was the barrier. Something else had eked its way into her head and taken root. What, he didn’t know. At least not yet. His little human hanjin was testing him. He would have to remind her that if she hid things from him, there would be consequences.
He rested his hands on his lap. His cock was rigid, stretching the seams of his underpants. He hadn’t intended to dwell on her, but he had and now he was itching to touch her, feel her smooth skin, and enter her hard and fast.
The door was closed. However, he had the prerogative to open it and claim her any time he chose. It was time, he decided. Time to show Paige exactly what being a hanjin entailed. She wasn’t just a calculator or collator; she was more than his aide. She had to serve all of his needs. And demands. Right now, he felt very demanding.
He shut down his console and strode across the room to the closed door.
He flung it open. Why pretend he wasn’t keen? The Vendu never hid their emotions.
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His bulk filled the doorway. The bulge so evident in his pants, it must hurt him to have it contained within them.
She swallowed her surprise and embraced the flurry of heartbeats his sudden arrival had created.
“Sir?” Her voice rose expectantly. “Is it time to go?”
He chuckled, then closed the door behind him. “Go? We’ll go nowhere, hanjin. Not when there is ample space for what I need right here.” He jerked his head at the arrangement of soft furniture.
“Here? Seriously, I mean what if Gawen or Atlas walk in, or Conner, or some other official—” She slid her chair back as he advanced.
Firmly, he took her elbow and hoisted her over the console, causing multiple screens to dance up and down in confusion. He lifted her skirt and dove his hand between her thighs.
“Then,” he said, his tone rich with dominance, “they’ll see me fuck my hanjin. Why do you think this room is here? What do you think those are for?”
She lifted her head off the cool surface to where he pointed his finger. The couches and chairs that she thought were for gentle relaxation took on new forms. With her erotic imagination, she envisaged numerous positions she could adopt for his pleasure.
Her heartbeat raced faster and she panted in reply to his thrusting fingers. He worked her wet pussy into a frenzy until she kicked her legs and thumped her palm on the console, sending her complex calculations into an abyss.
“Yes,” she moaned, ignoring the lost data. She knew she was giving him permission to do whatever he pleased.
He had a hunger; he nearly tore the seam of her dress in his haste to undress her. She liked his urgency—it fed hers. By the time he’d strewn her clothes across the floor, she was laid out on the longest couch with her legs dangling over the end. Then she had to wait with marked impatience for him to strip. Each item that he peeled off revealed more of his remarkable body.
