“Dr. Flencik, wait.”
The Imdiko turned to see Rajhir hurrying after him. Flencik tried to steady his suddenly thudding
heart at the sight of the Dramok coming.
It wasn’t easy when the councilman’s aide offered him a smile that he
couldn’t help but answer. Rajhir was an
extremely handsome man, one he’d felt an instant attraction for. That strong jaw, those long, elegant lines of
his face ... Rajhir turned heads not because of his stature but because he was
so damned good to look at.
Flencik held no hope that the dashing stunner had come after
him for personal reasons. Despite
enjoying seeing the man heading his way, the Imdiko hoped that Ospar hadn’t
come up with something new to add to his covert assignment. Flencik felt he was in over his head as it was.
Dreading what Rajhir might say, Flencik asked, “Did we
forget something?”
The Dramok shook his long, sleek hair back as he reached
him. “No. I thought I’d walk you to the in-house
transport.”
Flencik’s mouth dropped open before he could stop it. “Oh.
Thanks.”
He flushed, hearing the unadulterated pleasure in his own
tone. Blushing only increased his
embarrassment. Rajhir’s good looks and
confident bearing kept flustering the Imdiko.
It didn’t help that the aide’s shirt and trousers, while not showy, were
well-cut to show off a strong, perfectly proportioned body. It gave Flencik all sorts of decadent
thoughts. By the ancestors, Rajhir
looked better than any man had a right to.
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