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For the past fifteen days or so, Eastern Ontario has been caught in a heat wave of epic proportion with temperatures hovering around 30 C (90 F), but with a humidex sending them soaring of 40 C (104 F). Not your typical Canadian weather for this time of year. In fact, we didn’t have heat like this all summer. Can someone whisper climate change? It did make me think of places where it’s hot all year round, which brought me to this week’s offering.
Sunday marked the debut of Discovery, the latest entry into the world of Star Trek, my all-time favorite series. The new franchise offers a twist as the main character isn’t the captain, but his first officer: Michael, a black woman raised by Vulcans. In fact, the captain didn’t even appear in the two-hour season premier.
In honor of my favorite show, I decided to revisit Cleo as she goes to Vegas for a sci-fi convention. She might not want to be noticed, but dressed in the skimpy costume of an Orion slave girl, that’s impossible.
It’s time to play with the grown-ups.
Kindergarten teacher Cleo James needs a change. Three years at her widowed dad’s beck and call are enough. A weekend in Vegas at a sci-fi convention with her best friend will do for now, and the hot guy who wants to spend time with her only adds to her excitement. After all – it’s just for the weekend. What can possibly go wrong?
Multimillionaire Sam Mason is sick of gold diggers. He’s looking for someone who’ll fall for him, not his wallet. When he meets a shy, green-skinned slave girl, she pushes all his buttons – the best part is she has no idea who he is and mistakenly believes he’s a Chippendale. Between the sexual attraction and too much alcohol, he wakes up married to his green-skinned beauty, but the bride has vanished. Finding her will be a lot harder than he thinks.
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Cleo followed Mitch into the convention hall packed with hundreds of people in various alien costumes, and allowed some of the excitement in the air to calm her fears. She recognized outfits from various sci-fi movies and television shows, as well as others straight out of the video game world. There were several Orion slave girls in a variety of shapes, shades, and sizes, and Cleo saw the not-so-friendly glares she got from them—especially when one of their male friends stared admiringly at her. She nodded in return and chuckled when one girl gave the guy she was with a jab in the ribs.
She tried to keep up with Mitch who barreled across the room as if she were in a speedwalking race. Barefoot as she was, conscious of the icky, sticky carpet, Cleo moved slowly to avoid stomping boots and heels. She’d almost made it to the promised land of booth security when a giant, in snake-like make-up and the dark gray leather and chainmail associated with the Cardassians, grabbed her arm. He spun her around quickly.
“Hey, let go of my…” Her angry words died on her lips.
“What have we here?” He eyed her hungrily. “Are you lost, my pretty little slave girl?”
Familiar chocolate eyes pierced hers, and she couldn’t think straight. His whiskey-smooth voice caressed her; his touch ignited a fire along her spine. Realizing what he’d said, she searched for an answer.
“Lost? No, I got separated from my Klingon friend. She’s over there.”
She pointed to the publishers’ autograph area where Mitch stood.
“Then allow me to escort you safely to her.”
Holding her close to him, he ushered her across the congested convention floor. He bowed to Mitch and gave the Cardassian salute.
“I believe she’s yours, but I’m entitled to a reward for coming to her assistance.”
He smiled wickedly before pulling Cleo into his arms and capturing her mouth with his.
Cleo held herself rigid, but the kiss poured liquid fire through her. Of their own volition, her arms wrapped around his neck both to hold her upright and to encourage the incredible sensations to continue. His mouth devoured hers as if she was his last meal. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. When he slowly pulled away, she was breathless. She read desire in his eyes.
“Later, my Orion beauty.” He turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
“Who the hell is that?”
“I have no idea.” Cleo reached for Mitch’s blue-tinted Romulan ale and drained the glass.
Sam Mason turned from the enticing beauty and noticed the crowd staring at him. He’d just taken the sexiest woman in the room into his arms, and the men probably all envied him. So much for keeping a low profile. He made his way across the convention floor through the crowd of curious aliens, laughing good-heartedly at some of the comments and scowling at others. Okay, so maybe he’d gone a little over the top, but who could blame him?
Charlie waited for him at the bar, a huge grin on his face. Sam’s breathing was ragged, and his heart beat madly. Another part of his anatomy clamored for attention, too. Thank God for Cardassian armor. It had been a long time since a woman’s kiss had turned him on like this. The chemistry between them was unbelievable.
Charlie’s going to have a field day.
“Bravo!” Charlie chuckled and raised his glass in a toast. “I thought you wanted to stay under the radar. I think everyone in the room’s got your number now. Damn good thing no one recognizes you in that costume. The paparazzi would go wild.”
Sam reached for the scotch Charlie had ordered him and downed it in one gulp.
“Whoa, buddy. You keep pounding them back like that, you won’t last the night. I’ll say this much, you sure know how to pick’em. She’s superb. Maybe I should try my luck, too.”
Unexpected jealousy reared its ugly head and clawed at Sam’s stomach. “Don’t even think of it, Charlie. I’ve got dibs on the lady tonight.”
“Relax! I was kidding. I saw you stake your claim—so did half the people in this room. I thought you’d sworn off one-night stands, but maybe that decision was premature.”
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