"What exactly are we behind schedule for?" She took a few bites of the warm mush in front of her. It was faintly sweet, with the consistency of mousse.
He moved over to his console and fiddled with the display, not responding to her question at all. Sylvie shrugged, took a few more bites, and watched him closely. She couldn’t help but wonder what his body looked like without the sarong. Was he structured like a human male in terms of his reproductive organs?
Heat rose from her chest to coat her neck and face, the stark realization that she wanted to know for more personal reasons causing her to choke on her breakfast.
He glanced up as she waved him off. She turned her attention back to her bowl and tried to play as if everything were fine. She waited until he appeared to be immersed back in the data streaming before his face to glance up at him again.
His color lightened until it was almost back to mint, a calm settling over the room somehow. What was he reading?
Did it have anything to do with her spaceship? Had they gotten it to work, or had they decided to dissect it, like they almost had her?
Sylvie finished her breakfast and had to restrain herself from licking the bowl. So far the food on Zanthar had been excellent, even if the company left something to be desired.
Or someone to be desired.
A wry smile lifted on her lips. The Supreme Regent was sexy. He was far too bossy for her tastes, but so incredibly hot.
She had run her own life for years, and she didn't appreciate some alien on a power trip trying to do it for her now. Even if his closeness gave her tingles, his demeanor made her frustrated. 'Annoyed and aroused' about summed things up.
"All done, Your Majesty," she said with false sweetness.Might as well go along with what he's got planned and figure out the lay of the land.
It couldn't be worse than getting dissected.
