population of Moscow had relocated to Ganymede
and Europe when there were still ships to take them
there.
Tori squinted at the work crew. The
tallest of the three men seemed to be their superior officer,
judging from the fact that he was giving them orders – and doing
the least menial labor, which usually went hand in hand in this
kind of situation. She’d seen it so many times in her dad’s office:
the most self-important and authoritarian people seemed to be most
afraid of getting tired… or their hands dirty.
Tori veered off in the
direction of the cargo crew. If nothing else, they’d be able to tell her where
the nearest exit for cruiser passengers was. As she sashayed toward
the three men, the commanding officer suddenly looked up and locked
eyes with her for a few seconds. His dark gaze then slowly trailed
down her immaculately clad body, one corner of his mouth pulling up
disparagingly before he looked up again, shaking his blond head
almost imperceptibly.
Okay – what the hell? Why was
this guy looking at her with disdain written all over his face?
Maybe she’d broken some unwritten rule by parading down his holy
cargo hold in heels. Admittedly, she looked like she’d wandered off
some chick-flick movie set and accidentally stumbled into the Star
Trek studios, but still. It was none of his business what she
looked like or what she was wearing.
At that
moment , she
spotted a set of elevator doors in the corner. Brilliant – she
wouldn’t have to ask this unlikable man for the way to the living
quarters on the station. Tori raised her hand to press the button
next to the door when her gaze suddenly fell on the words ‘freight
elevator’ painted across the exit in gray letters.
When she swiveled around,
he was right behind her.
“ Can I help you?” he
asked, a
look of amusement evident on his face. He spoke English like a
Brit.
“ Gee, I hope so,” Tori replied
acrimoniously. She looked up to meet his eyes, only to realize they
weren’t dark at all – they were blue as the sky on Earth, but his
dark eyelashes and eyebrows had made them seem darker from a
distance. “Actually, it would be really helpful if you could scrape the contempt off
your face before we continue this conversation.”
The tiny smile playing around his mouth
broke into a lopsided grin, which caused her to stare at him in
fascination. He was gorgeous. And sexy. And he was obviously
laughing in her face.
Cocking his head to one side,
he observed her through narrowed eyes. “You know, for such a nicely-dressed
Elite lady, you have an astonishing lack of manners,” he slowly
replied. “I guess money can’t buy everything.”
Her mouth fell open. “Excuse
me? What the hell is your problem? I don’t know what your job at this station
is, but to me, you’re just a random guy showing me out of this
stupid cargo bay before riding off into the Saturnian sunset.
Okay?”
A brief quiver tugged at the
corner of his mouth. “Thanks for proving my point. Why don’t you
follow me, your Highness .” He gave her a mocking bow before leisurely strolling
over to the other corner of the hangar, flipping a switch in the
wall to open a sliding door revealing another elevator.
Tori st rode past him, holding her head high
as she nodded at him coolly and entered the elevator. When nothing
happened and the annoying, good-looking guy in front of her
remained where he was with the same disdainful, mocking look in his
eyes, she rolled her eyes impatiently. “Am I supposed to put in a
coin somewhere to make this thing go up?”
He shook his head disbelievingly. “Again
with the money. You really think that’s the answer to everything,
don’t you?”
She took a step forward. “Well,
if this thing doesn’t go up anytime soon, I’ll just call a taxi to
take me to my quarters. I’ve got enough money to burn, right?” From
the corner of her eye, she suddenly spotted his finger still
pressing down the switch in the wall, which was most
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