Chapter Thirty-Four

“Good timing. Helena can fill you in on the rest, now take a seat.” She motions you inside. Holding the tray close to you you slip past her, wary of her intentions.

Deflated, you plopped down next to Helena who looks like she got dressed in the dark. Her hair was frazzled and branched in every direction like she was stung by an electro fish. Her lips were still raw from last night's kissing frenzy. Her shirt, which on closer inspection is your shirt, cuts off at her belly, showing that delightful navel, that had your hands itching to touch her again. Her pants weren’t buttoned fully and were slightly skewered. Your eyes follow her long legs to her pedicured toes reminding you again of how they felt wrapped around you as she squirmed in ecstacy.

“Stop ogling.” Your face blew up into a fiery volcano from the overwhelming heat of being caught by your commanding officer. Diverting your gaze you try to focus on Admiral Mira. But your mind still kept wandering back to Helena.