thought with a sigh.
“You want to explain to me what the hell all that was about?” Stefan asked, keeping his voice low.
“Agnus doesn't allow the men to manhandle the women. He was at the other side of the room, so when the soldier tried to make a pass at Mikayla, I decided to step in.” He shrugged.
“That's not what I was talking about, and you know it.” Sidious ignored him as he brought the glass to his lips and downed half of it in one gulp. The liquid burned his throat, and he cringed.
“Since when do you carry women over your shoulder like a Veenori troglodyte?”
“Since her, apparently,” Sidious mumbled dryly as he finished off the glass and poured another one.
Stefan opened his mouth to say something else, and Sidious raised his glass, letting go of it with one finger to point at him.
“Don ' t start with me. You saw the way she was behaving in front of the men. I wouldn't let one of them talk to me like that; I can't let her get away with it. The men would have expected nothing less from me.”
Stefan frowned. “You're getting a little too deep in your role, little brother.”
“Well, Sidious.” Agnus tossed the towel over his shoulder and snickered. “Quite a show. Will my waitress be rejoining us, or did you completely incapacitate her?” Sidious rolled his eyes, while the other two had a good laugh at his expense. “I ' m sure she'll be down as soon as she's through cursing me to oblivion.”
“Yeah, well.” Agnus got his laughter better under control. “That's the least you deserve.”
Sidious silently agreed. God, he still couldn't believe he'd actually cut her pants.
“I have to admit” -- Stefan smiled, and Sidious inwardly groaned as he swallowed another sip of the liquor -- “it was interesting to finally see you lose that blessed control of yours. And over a woman, of all things. Although a very pretty woman at that.” Sidious watched his brother ' s eyes roam appreciatively over the woman in question as she came down the stairs. She'd changed into new clothes, her eyes sparking fire as she stared at him. He didn't realize he was frowning until Stefan turned back to him and raised an eyebrow. “What's that look for?”
“What look?” Sidious growled.
“The „don't touch her, she's mine' look.”
He turned away and brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
Stefan snorted. “I may have misjudged your look, but I certainly haven't misinterpreted hers. If looks could kill, you, little brother, would be a dead man.” Sidious had no doubt about that, and the thought actually bothered him. He slammed the glass down on the bar, the liquor sloshing over the side, leaving a small puddle. “I'm going to my quarters.”
He didn't give either of them another opportunity to say anything before he left.
They'd both already said enough. Stepping out into the hall, he breathed a sigh of relief at the quiet that greeted him.
Maybe his brother was right. Maybe he had gotten a little too deep in his role.
Sidious would have never done anything like that, but Captain Marcone had.
He stepped into the turbochute and frowned at the closed doors. He'd been at this too long. They needed to end it, to finally bring down this travesty of a government.
Then maybe he could focus on seducing Mikayla the right way.
Chapter Six
For two days, Sidious remained on Earth handling one problem after another. The whole time he was away, his mind continually returned to Mikayla. He couldn ' t stop thinking about how she'd felt beneath him, the fire in her gaze as she'd stood up to him, refusing to be intimidated. Damn she was a handful -- certainly something he didn't need right now, but he couldn't stop thinking about her, about what she made him feel.
Now he was back on the Destroyer and headed right where he least wanted to be.
Or most wanted to be. Which one, he wasn't sure. He stepped off the turbochute and onto the recreation deck,
“You want to explain to me what the hell all that was about?” Stefan asked, keeping his voice low.
“Agnus doesn't allow the men to manhandle the women. He was at the other side of the room, so when the soldier tried to make a pass at Mikayla, I decided to step in.” He shrugged.
“That's not what I was talking about, and you know it.” Sidious ignored him as he brought the glass to his lips and downed half of it in one gulp. The liquid burned his throat, and he cringed.
“Since when do you carry women over your shoulder like a Veenori troglodyte?”
“Since her, apparently,” Sidious mumbled dryly as he finished off the glass and poured another one.
Stefan opened his mouth to say something else, and Sidious raised his glass, letting go of it with one finger to point at him.
“Don ' t start with me. You saw the way she was behaving in front of the men. I wouldn't let one of them talk to me like that; I can't let her get away with it. The men would have expected nothing less from me.”
Stefan frowned. “You're getting a little too deep in your role, little brother.”
“Well, Sidious.” Agnus tossed the towel over his shoulder and snickered. “Quite a show. Will my waitress be rejoining us, or did you completely incapacitate her?” Sidious rolled his eyes, while the other two had a good laugh at his expense. “I ' m sure she'll be down as soon as she's through cursing me to oblivion.”
“Yeah, well.” Agnus got his laughter better under control. “That's the least you deserve.”
Sidious silently agreed. God, he still couldn't believe he'd actually cut her pants.
“I have to admit” -- Stefan smiled, and Sidious inwardly groaned as he swallowed another sip of the liquor -- “it was interesting to finally see you lose that blessed control of yours. And over a woman, of all things. Although a very pretty woman at that.” Sidious watched his brother ' s eyes roam appreciatively over the woman in question as she came down the stairs. She'd changed into new clothes, her eyes sparking fire as she stared at him. He didn't realize he was frowning until Stefan turned back to him and raised an eyebrow. “What's that look for?”
“What look?” Sidious growled.
“The „don't touch her, she's mine' look.”
He turned away and brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
Stefan snorted. “I may have misjudged your look, but I certainly haven't misinterpreted hers. If looks could kill, you, little brother, would be a dead man.” Sidious had no doubt about that, and the thought actually bothered him. He slammed the glass down on the bar, the liquor sloshing over the side, leaving a small puddle. “I'm going to my quarters.”
He didn't give either of them another opportunity to say anything before he left.
They'd both already said enough. Stepping out into the hall, he breathed a sigh of relief at the quiet that greeted him.
Maybe his brother was right. Maybe he had gotten a little too deep in his role.
Sidious would have never done anything like that, but Captain Marcone had.
He stepped into the turbochute and frowned at the closed doors. He'd been at this too long. They needed to end it, to finally bring down this travesty of a government.
Then maybe he could focus on seducing Mikayla the right way.
Chapter Six
For two days, Sidious remained on Earth handling one problem after another. The whole time he was away, his mind continually returned to Mikayla. He couldn ' t stop thinking about how she'd felt beneath him, the fire in her gaze as she'd stood up to him, refusing to be intimidated. Damn she was a handful -- certainly something he didn't need right now, but he couldn't stop thinking about her, about what she made him feel.
Now he was back on the Destroyer and headed right where he least wanted to be.
Or most wanted to be. Which one, he wasn't sure. He stepped off the turbochute and onto the recreation deck,
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