movements. He walked a few feet away, stopping beside a woman who could only be described as lush. She didn’t look pleased. Rick’s name was called and he stepped onto the stage, the raven-haired beauty followed closely behind. She smiled for the audience and they responded by whistling and screaming out her name.
So this was the temptress, Dorothy, who Rick had chosen over Brigit. Orion scowled. Like a Zaronian field flower, she was beautiful, but common.
The couple strolled to the end of the ramp where Rick twirled the woman before bending her back over his arm. He grazed on the white expanse of her throat, his weak lips reminding Orion of a lemac nibbling sugar.
Dorothy blushed, her face turning rapturous. Orion could not see what made this man or the woman in his arms exceptional. There was a falseness to their appearance, a shallowness in their chins. Their eyes while brightly colored showed fear and insecurity. Orion snorted. He’d seen enough. He turned to Brigit.
The crowed roared, snapping his attention back to the couple on center stage. Dorothy’s dress dropped away, exposing one ample silver pastie-covered breast. Rick placed a kiss above the silver star, causing the men in the crowd to howl. Dorothy’s mouth opened and she slid one finger between her teeth. Screams rang out, the sound deafening in the cavernous room.
“I swear that woman has no modesty. Talk about stooping low.” Brigit spun, her green eyes flashing in the darkness. “Tell me you are not gawking.”
Orion arched a disapproving brow. If he wasn’t so angry, he’d be amused by Brigit’s behavior. They had much to learn about each other.
“Just checking.”
He saw her glance down at her own modest cleavage and frown. The couple exited the stage a minute later, passing Orion. Rick slowed as he neared Brigit. His smile brightened and he lowered one eyelid. Orion wasn’t sure of the significance of the gesture, but he knew he didn’t like it. Before he could stop himself, energy shot out from his hand, searing the man’s backside.
Rick yelped, his fingers curving protectively around his rump. He glared at Orion, who shrugged in response. By the time Brigit swung around to see what occurred, Orion made sure he’d already looked away, an expression of placid boredom firmly in place.
Dorothy sashayed by a moment later. “Good luck, sugar,” she drawled, her attention leaving her nemesis to rest upon Orion. “When you get tired of playing with sloppy seconds, let me know.” She trailed her fingertips over his corded forearm.
Orion punched a button on his wrist, then coolly assessed the woman and found her lacking in substance. In another time, in another galaxy, he might have taken her up on her offer, but only if he was bored or had had too much Zaronian ale. She was disposable and interchangeable with any of his previous bedmates.
Brigit’s gaze turned from hot to icy. Her face flushed as Dorothy’s words reached her ears. “You bitch!” She moved to reach for the woman’s hair, but Orion stopped her. “Let me go!” She struggled to free herself from his grasp. “I’m going to snatch that bitch bald. She practically threw herself at you and you just stood there, ready to catch. I can’t believe what just happened. Can you?” she asked, vehemence behind her words.
“No, I cannot,” he growled. “I thought you said this man shamed you in front of your people.” He pointed to Rick in the crowd as if there were any doubt who he spoke of. “Even now he flaunts his new bed partner in front of you. Yet, you do not act like a woman shamed. Only moments ago, you lapped up his attention like a feline in heat. You practically rubbed yourself against him. A beast with no nose could’ve scented your lust.”
“I’m not the one who’s in the wrong here. He… She… A feline in heat!” She sputtered, her gaze narrowing. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean do not welcome me in your bed, if your heart lies
So this was the temptress, Dorothy, who Rick had chosen over Brigit. Orion scowled. Like a Zaronian field flower, she was beautiful, but common.
The couple strolled to the end of the ramp where Rick twirled the woman before bending her back over his arm. He grazed on the white expanse of her throat, his weak lips reminding Orion of a lemac nibbling sugar.
Dorothy blushed, her face turning rapturous. Orion could not see what made this man or the woman in his arms exceptional. There was a falseness to their appearance, a shallowness in their chins. Their eyes while brightly colored showed fear and insecurity. Orion snorted. He’d seen enough. He turned to Brigit.
The crowed roared, snapping his attention back to the couple on center stage. Dorothy’s dress dropped away, exposing one ample silver pastie-covered breast. Rick placed a kiss above the silver star, causing the men in the crowd to howl. Dorothy’s mouth opened and she slid one finger between her teeth. Screams rang out, the sound deafening in the cavernous room.
“I swear that woman has no modesty. Talk about stooping low.” Brigit spun, her green eyes flashing in the darkness. “Tell me you are not gawking.”
Orion arched a disapproving brow. If he wasn’t so angry, he’d be amused by Brigit’s behavior. They had much to learn about each other.
“Just checking.”
He saw her glance down at her own modest cleavage and frown. The couple exited the stage a minute later, passing Orion. Rick slowed as he neared Brigit. His smile brightened and he lowered one eyelid. Orion wasn’t sure of the significance of the gesture, but he knew he didn’t like it. Before he could stop himself, energy shot out from his hand, searing the man’s backside.
Rick yelped, his fingers curving protectively around his rump. He glared at Orion, who shrugged in response. By the time Brigit swung around to see what occurred, Orion made sure he’d already looked away, an expression of placid boredom firmly in place.
Dorothy sashayed by a moment later. “Good luck, sugar,” she drawled, her attention leaving her nemesis to rest upon Orion. “When you get tired of playing with sloppy seconds, let me know.” She trailed her fingertips over his corded forearm.
Orion punched a button on his wrist, then coolly assessed the woman and found her lacking in substance. In another time, in another galaxy, he might have taken her up on her offer, but only if he was bored or had had too much Zaronian ale. She was disposable and interchangeable with any of his previous bedmates.
Brigit’s gaze turned from hot to icy. Her face flushed as Dorothy’s words reached her ears. “You bitch!” She moved to reach for the woman’s hair, but Orion stopped her. “Let me go!” She struggled to free herself from his grasp. “I’m going to snatch that bitch bald. She practically threw herself at you and you just stood there, ready to catch. I can’t believe what just happened. Can you?” she asked, vehemence behind her words.
“No, I cannot,” he growled. “I thought you said this man shamed you in front of your people.” He pointed to Rick in the crowd as if there were any doubt who he spoke of. “Even now he flaunts his new bed partner in front of you. Yet, you do not act like a woman shamed. Only moments ago, you lapped up his attention like a feline in heat. You practically rubbed yourself against him. A beast with no nose could’ve scented your lust.”
“I’m not the one who’s in the wrong here. He… She… A feline in heat!” She sputtered, her gaze narrowing. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean do not welcome me in your bed, if your heart lies
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