Both men salute Ingrid, one of them opening the door for us.
The room we enter is massive, two open stories with the same white walls and tile floors as the hallway. A framed photo of Soren Whitman adorns one wall, and the floor has an intricate inlaid blue tile design that spells out PEACE, ORDER, and PROSPERITY.
Ingrid leads me across the room and outside into a courtyard with immaculate landscaping and a fountain. She keeps walking toward another building.
“Commander Wells, where is your uniform?” she asks, giving me a sideways glance.
That must be why she was looking at me earlier. I give her a sheepish smile.
“My uniforms fit perfectly when I arrived at my island, but I’ve put on more muscle since then. They’re too tight now. I train our people myself, and regular clothes allow me to move more freely for that.”
“Of course.”
Two more armed guards—a man and a woman—salute her and hold open the doors to the next building. This one has warm bamboo floors, comfortable-looking furniture, a stocked bar, and art on the walls. One of the paintings looks like a Monet. Hopefully not an original, but who the fuck knows anymore.
A young blond woman is standing at the end of the bar, and she walks over to greet us with a smile.
“Commander Voss.” She bows at the waist.
“Kira, this is Commander Wells. Show him to his quarters and make sure he has a comfortable stay.”
“Of course, Commander.” She smiles at me and bows again. “Commander Wells.”
“I’ll send someone to your room in the morning to bring you to your briefing,” Ingrid says. “Rest well, Commander. Peace, order, and prosperity.”
I nod. “Peace, order, and prosperity.”
Kira, dressed in a long, formfitting, sleeveless dress, leads me through another door and down another hallway before we reach our destination.
“Your quarters, Commander.” She opens the door and stands aside so I can enter.
I show no reaction to the lavishly furnished room. It has the same bamboo floors as the main room, two large leather sofas, a wall of bookcases filled with books and vases, massive urns with fresh, colorful floral arrangements, a large round wood table with chairs, and an upholstered chaise.
“May I show you your sleeping quarters?” Kira asks.
There’s something off about her, but I can’t place what it is. She reminds me of the AI voice on the recorded message I watched in McClain’s office. Too perfect.
The second room is as large as the first, with a king-size four-poster bed on the far wall. Art adorns this space, too. There are lounge chairs, a large dresser, and more tropical floral arrangements in here.
A door in the bedroom leads to a bathroom, which has a luxurious walk-in shower with multiple heads, a bathtub, and a vanity with a mirror. The toilet is in a separate room.
We don’t have many mirrors in camp. It’s strange to see so much of myself reflected in this one. I wish I could’ve brought Briar; she would love this bathroom.
“Dinner will be delivered soon,” Kira says. “Would you like oral sex before it arrives?”
I can’t hide my shock. She says it like a flight attendant giving preflight instructions, as though she’s done it hundreds of times. I recover as quickly as I can, clearing my throat. “Uh, no thanks.”
“I’m here for all your needs, all the time. There’s a button on the wall in the main room and in the bedroom that you can push to call me. I’ll arrange for food and drinks, clean clothing, or entertainment. You can have oral, vaginal, or anal intercourse with me. I can also bring more women to join us if you’d like.”
I nod, remembering I’m supposed to expect this. Like it, even. But this place is even more fucked than Blue Arrow. I want to complete my briefing as fast as I can and get the hell out of here.
“I want to be alone,” I say. “I’m tired.”
“Of course. I’ll leave your dinner in the main room.”
She leaves, and I sit down on one of the chairs, still trying to take it all in.
Twenty-four hours ago, I had no idea I’d be sleeping in a king-size bed on another island. I didn’t know there even were other regime islands. And I sure as fuck didn’t know a woman would offer me all her holes like a mindless sex doll.
