Follow Sephanee to the Garden

She let out a frustrated sigh. “Alright, K-11, search the next level. I’ll clear the Garden.”

“Are gardens common on rebel ships?” I asked

Sephanee gave me an incredulous look. “This ship is the Princess’ private Yacht, the garden was here long before she converted it for rebel use.”

KillBot headed for the lift.

I followed Sephanee.

She glanced back. “And where are you going?”

“With you.”

“I can handle the Garden.” She walked away.

“I know.” I followed despite the protest and was rewarded with the sight of her shapely ass all the way down to the Garden. Her black and white combat suit fit like it had been painted onto her, clinging to a narrow waist before stretching around wide hips and an ass that could convince any man to crush the rebellion.

She caught me staring. Instead of getting angry, Sephanee smiled. “Still doing that, I see.”

“Doing what?”

“Undressing me with your eyes.”

“I was checking to make sure you hadn’t been hit.”

“Of course.” She stopped. I almost ran into her. Up close I was hit with the sweet smell of her natural perfume like scent. She was Imperial, which meant nature had received some assistance. The Imperium had spent centuries engineering its citizens to be stronger, smarter, healthier—and in certain bloodlines, beautiful. Practicing a form of advanced eugenics and genetic engineering, top class imperials were designed to smell nice, look pretty, and most important of all be deadly.

Sephanee looked like they’d gotten carried away. Long dark hair framed a heart shaped face with enormous brown eyes, high cheekbones and full lips. Beneath it was a body seemingly designed by a committee of horny geneticists: long legs, tiny waist, generous breasts and curves her skintight armor made absolutely no attempt to hide.

She was less a woman than Imperial propaganda for selective breeding. And she knew it. Sephanee stepped into me, pressing me back against the wall.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Three years together and suddenly you’re shy?”

Three years? Her hand slid up my chestplate and curled around my collar. She pulled my face toward hers. Our noses nearly touched.

“See something you want, Agent?”

“A few things.”

“Better.” Her lips hovered just short of mine. Then she glanced toward the burning corridor behind us. Rebels shouting. Weapons firing. The rest of our soldiers were still clearing the halls. An alarm screaming somewhere overhead. Her smile became downright wicked.

“You know what I’ve always wanted?”

“I have several guesses.”

“To be fucked on a filthy rebel ship.”

Oh.

She leaned against me harder.

“Right here. Rebels dropping dead all around us. Their inferior blood covering the walls.” Her lips brushed my cheek. “Knowing someone could come through that door at any second.”

I swallowed. “I see you’ve thought about this.”

“Many times. Especially when I’m in my bed all alone.”

“I can really picture that yeah wow” My voice cracked as beads of sweat both lined my forehead and ran down the palm of my hands.

Her teeth caught her lower lip. “Can you picture me lying there naked, playing with my perfect body…”

An explosion shook the ship.

Neither of us moved. “So,” I said, “the princess can wait?”

“For a few minutes.”

“Five?”

She looked me up and down.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

Then the doors beside us suddenly opened. Sephanee stepped away as if nothing had happened. Beyond her stretched an enormous forest beneath a glass dome looking out to the stars. She gave me one last hungry look.

“Catch the princess quickly, Jack.”

She turned and walked into the Garden, putting an exaggerated sway into her hips.

“Then maybe I’ll let you catch me.”

I watched her disappear into the trees.

Goddamn.

I really liked being an Imperial Agent.