Captive by Trista Ann Michaels Page A

but then stopped.
    With a sigh, he looked down at the double doors of the bar. He didn't need this.
    He didn't have the time to develop feelings for a woman. Especially a handful like Mikayla, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. Nor could his body stop reacting to those thoughts.
    Every time he closed his eyes or had even a second of time to himself, he saw her green eyes, and his cock would immediately stand at attention.
    He dragged his hand down his face. He needed to talk to Agnus. He just wouldn't pay any attention to her. Right, he told himself as he entered the pass code and strolled through the doors. Like that will work.
    “Morning, Agnus,” he said.
    Looking up from the paperwork sitting in front of him, Agnus smiled slightly.
    “Morning. I haven't seen you in a couple of days. Everything going okay?”
    “As expected, I suppose.” He shrugged and poured himself a cup of Korniga. “I will have to admit, this world has been quite a challenge. We've already had to send for reinforcements.”
    Agnus raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Do you think Rigora may give in and move on?”

    “No.” He shook his head and took the seat across from him. “I've already tried to talk to him about my concerns with the population. He brushes them off. He will not give up until they either surrender or we all end up destroyed.”
    “He is a determined man,” Agnus replied with a sigh.
    He snorted. “Or insane. I haven't quite decided which.” Agnus looked around Sidious's shoulder toward Celine as she came down the stairs. “Celine,” he said. ”Where is Mikayla? I unlocked her door some time ago.”
    “She said she would be down shortly; she is not feeling well.”
    “Not feeling well?” Sidious frowned. “Did she say what was wrong?”
    “No.” Celine shook her head.
    Sidious turned back to Agnus and set his cup down on the table. He hoped it wasn ' t anything serious. He was tempted to go check on her, but he wouldn't. The last thing he needed to do was be alone with her. Raising his eyes, he caught Agnus staring at him expectantly. Sidious sighed and looked back down at the table.
    “You're a trained medic. How about making yourself useful,” Agnus said.
    Damn, Sidious growled to himself. And he'd just talked himself out of going. “I'll go check on her.” Standing, he headed up the stairs.

     
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    Mikayla had the worst migraine she could ever remember having. It even hurt to open her eyes. If she lay very still, the pounding would ease off some, just not enough to really make any difference. She hoped it passed soon, but she knew from experience it would be there for hours. It had to be all the stress of the last few days. She had expected Sidious to return, but he hadn ' t. Not since that time in her quarters. Her body still hummed at night thinking about how good it had felt; then she would cry herself to sleep, so angry that she could give into him so easily.
    Part of her was glad he hadn't come back. Another much smaller part was hurt.
    The door opened, and then the bed sank on one side as someone sat down on the edge. Every beat of her heart throbbed in her head, and she cringed. It was probably Agnus, but she couldn't muster up the energy to open her eyes to see for sure. Celine had already been by, and Agnus was the only other person in the bar this early, except for Sidious.
    “I'll be down shortly, Agnus. I just need to rest here for a minute and see if I can get rid of this headache.”
    A warm hand tenderly touched her cheek, and she stiffened. This wasn't Agnus.
    She felt it in her gut. Opening her eyes, she squinted at the man next to her. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at Sidious. He could always do this to her, and that thought made her scowl.

    “Damn,” she growled as she closed her eyes, trying not to look at him and get sucked in all over again. “What are you doing here?”
    “Celine said you weren't feeling well,” Sidious said.
    “Why do you