“Home sick?”
Pla’ton asked when he stepped up beside her and leaned against the chest high
rail.
“A little,” she
admitted. “Is everyone gone for the day?”
“Yes. Supper is on
the way for Allan and Marsha. I set up the guard shifts”
“I guess I should
go check on my people,” Becky said.
“They’re fine
Becky. I checked on them and besides if there was a problem you would know
about it right away what with your implants.”
She grinned.
Pla’ton had learned about the communicators beneath the skin of each person in
her unit. “You’re right of course. I guess then I should go to my quarters and
order something to eat.”
“Becky I have
another idea,” Pla’ton said, “How about you join me at a restaurant I know of
for dinner?”
“Uh…”
“I think that is
an excellent idea,” Allan spoke from behind them. “Becky you need to get away
from here for a while. To my knowledge you haven’t stepped out the building in
the last four months.”
Turning she
started to protest and Allan silenced her. “Don’t argue with me. It will do you
good. Besides you’re representing our race. It’s high time you mingled a little
with the Mistia people. Unless you don’t want to be with the major.” He quirked
an eyebrow.
She cast a glance
at the major beside her. He was handsome and she liked him. He had a muscular
body, rugged masculine face and a great personality. What’s not to like?
“It’s not that. My
duties here…” she started.
“Can handle you
taking a night off.” Allan interrupted. “In fact, since tomorrow starts the two
day rest period and we don’t have any negotiations. I think in addition to
going to dinner tonight you should take tomorrow off. The Major might even be
convinced to take you sightseeing.” The ambassador quirked one eyebrow at
Pla’ton in question.
“Most certainly
ambassador. I would be happy to take her for a tour.”
Becky was
speechless. Dammit Allan you manipulating
bastard. She glanced to the side at Pla’ton. His lips were pressed tightly
together to silence his laugh but the twinkle in his ice-blue eyes told her he
was enjoying watching her boss lecture her.
The shit. She refused to provide him the
satisfaction of knowing how pleased she was to be asked to dine with him.
“And you are pleased,” Randy, her AI,
said.
“Shut-up Randy. I don’t need you adding to
my discomfort.”
Randy’s chuckle
hummed in her head but he didn’t make further comments.
“Well major, it
appears in order to please my boss.” She stressed, please my boss. “I will
be accepting your dinner invitation. So, is what I’m wearing acceptable at this
place you have in mind?”
Pla’ton gazed at
her silver and black jumpsuit. “It probably would be, but maybe something a
little dressier.”
“I see. Well then
I’ll change clothes.”
Pla’ton smiled.
“And so will I. Can you be ready in about an hour?”
“I’ll be ready by
then. I’ll meet you by the elevator going down to the lobby.” She turned and
stalked away. As she passed Allan, she whispered, “I smell a plot here and I
will make you pay even though you are my boss.”
Allan’s response
was a quickly suppressed chuckle.
****
Pla’ton hid his grin.
Even though spoken in a whisper, he’d heard Becky’s promise to Allan. He liked
Becky and he hoped she liked him in return. Even though she was of another
species she was the first woman he had felt attracted to in a long time.
His gaze shifted
from Allan to Becky’s back as she stormed from the balcony and took quick
strides to the elevator leaving no doubt in his mind she was upset. He had
asked Allan if it was acceptable to ask her out to dinner and Allan had told
him that it was not only acceptable but would be nice. It had taken him weeks
to work up the courage to ask Becky out and now this. Allan had angered her.
Evidently Allan was tired of waiting for him to make a move.
“I think I pissed
her off,” Allan chuckled.
“I think you’re
right. And now that you’ve stirred her up you expect me to take that angry
woman out to eat?” he asked.
“Yep.” Allan
chuckled. “We have a word to describe a woman like her, spitfire. It means
highly emotional and hot tempered.”
“Thanks. Thanks a lot.” Shaking his head, he
left Allan standing on the balcony and strode to the elevator.
Arriving on the
nineteenth floor he walked down the hall and entered his room to get ready.
When finished Pla’ton closed the door behind him and glanced down the hallway.
Becky was waiting at the elevator with her arms folded under her breasts. Not
saying a word, she spun quickly and stepped into the car to wait.
He joined her, the
doors closed and the car started its journey down. Glancing to his side,
Pla’ton appraised her. Becky had removed the tight bun that normally confined
her blonde hair. Instead it hung softly on her shoulders. She had painted her
lips a glossy white. The off-white dress covered her completely from just below
her neck to just below mid-thigh contrasting wonderfully with her ebony skin.
It was tight enough to accent every inch of her delicious looking curves. For a
short person, Becky had long muscular looking legs.
“I hope you don’t
gnaw my face off for saying this Becky, but you look fabulous.” Her reaction
took him by complete surprise.
She burst into
laughter. Controlling her outburst she said, “I think you meant to say, bite my
head off instead of gnaw my face. I’m not going to bite your head off and thank
you for the compliment Pla’ton.” She studied
him openly from head to toe. “You look pretty damn fine yourself.”