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conference rooms in one of the ridiculously plush hotels owned by her husband.
It was mortifying.
Sneaky son of a bitch, she thought, and wondered if any of the muscles and
bones in her body that had dissolved during landing on Olympus had regenerated.
He'd planned it, he'd worked it. And now she was paying for it.
She had to socialize, attend meetings. She had to -- dear Christ -- give
a speech. And in less than a week, she would have to get back on that fancy
flying death trap of Roarke's and face the journey home.
Since the idea of that made her stomach turn over, she considered the benefits
of living out the rest of her life on Olympus.
How bad could it be?
The place had hotels and casinos and homes, bars, shops. Which meant it
had people. When you had people, bless their mercenary hearts, you had crime.
You had crime, you needed cops. She could trade in her New York Police and
Security badge for an Interplanetary Law Enforcement shield.
"I could work for ILE," she muttered into the bedspread.
"Certainly." On the other side of the room, Roarke finished studying a report
on one of his other properties. "After a while, you wouldn't think twice about
zipping from planet to space station to satellite. And you'd look charming in
one of those blue-and-white uniforms and knee-high boots."
Her little fantasy fizzed. Interplanetary meant, after all, interplanetary.
"Kiss my ass."
"All right." He walked over, bent down and laid his lips on her butt. Then
began working his way up her back.
Unlike his wife, he was energized by space travel.
"If you think you're getting sex, pal, think again."
"I'm doing a lot of thinking." He indulged himself with the long, lean length
of her. When he reached the nape of her neck, he rubbed his lips just below the
ends of her short, disordered cap of hair. And feeling her quick shiver, grinned
as he flipped her over.
Then he frowned a little, skimming a finger along the shallow dent in her chin.
"You're a bit pale yet, aren't you?"
Her deep-golden-brown eyes stared sulkily into his. Her mouth, wide,
mobile, twisted into a sneer. "When I'm on my feet again, I'm going to punch you
in that pretty face of yours."
"I look forward to it. Meanwhile." He reached down, began unbuttoning her
shirt.
"Pervert."
"Thank you, Lieutenant." Because she was his, and it continuously delighted
him, he brushed a kiss over her torso, then tugged off her boots, stripped off
her trousers. "And I hope we'll get to the perversion part of our program
shortly. But for now." He picked her up and carried her out of the bedroom. "I
think we'll try a little post-flight restorative."
"Why do I have to be naked?"
"I like you naked."
He stepped into a bathroom. No, not a bathroom, Eve mused. That was too
ordinary a word for this oasis of sensual indulgence.
The tub was a lake, deep blue and fed by gleaming silver tubes twined together
in flower shapes. Rose trees heavy with saucer-size white blooms flanked the
marble stairs that led into a shower area where a waterfall already streamed