Azul

AZUL

T he excited Tref leads us into the luxury villa, chattering about all the amenities and making notes on her vid-screen about our preferences.

“Bring your wardrobe department as soon as possible,” I whisper to her conspiratorially as Jenna inspects the bedroom. “And your jewelers. I want to surprise my mate.”

“Of course.” She gives me a smile while her eyes light up with the thought of credits and her tip.

“And I want to be on the list of all the best parties, nothing the ordinary pleasure seeker will get entry to,” I add with a sniff.

“Absolutely!” She’s grinning now. Entry to these parties is expensive, and she’s getting the idea of what I’m prepared to spend.

The Tref presses a few icons on her vid-screen and there is a chime at the front door.

“That’ll be the wardrobe. The jeweler will be along very shortly.” She hurries away. “I’ll leave you in the capable hands of my colleagues.”

I remove a jewel from one of my cuffs and flick it over to her, and she catches it deftly. “For your assistance.” I give her a smile I hope isn’t genuine. The Tref gives me a swift bow and rushes away.

“What’s happening?” Jenna says as she exits the bedroom. “And by the way, that one is mine,” she adds, pointing at the room.

“You need a wardrobe if you’re going to pass as a princess, and you can’t turn up at every event in your wedding dress, or, in fact, the same outfit…twice.”

Jenna fixes me with her stunning eyes.

“You talk like you’ve done this before,” she says.

“Maybe I have,” I respond as I hear the wardrobe machine being moved through into the main living area of the accommodation.

Jenna doesn’t say anything. Instead she looks out through the floor to ceiling windows at our private garden.

“I haven’t,” she finally replies. “Keep that in mind before you go off on your mission. I need to know everything.”

“And you will know everything, my goddess,” I reply. “Know everything and have every pleasure.”

Jenna purses her lips in a strange fashion I’m sort of getting used to, but there’s a perfume from her which is undeniable.

My mate wants me, even if she tries to hide it.

“Is this the female I will be outfitting?” A voice jangles out from behind the wardrobe machine.

It’s attached to an angry looking Lepke male, all fluttering wings and spinning antenna.

He looks Jenna up and down carefully. I growl, which earns me a glare from both him and my Jenna.

“Funny looking female,” he announces. “But I’ve worked with worse,” he adds airily, pulling the measuring device out of a pouch he wears and scanning Jenna.

“Same goes for me.” She snorts. “But usually I have a blaster in hand.”

The Lepke flicks his wings and ignores her, instead studying his scanner.

“Do you wish for the standard wardrobe?” he asks in a bored tone.

“Yes,” Jenna says.

“No,” I interject. “My mate requires formal attire for at least eight different occasions here on Luxus, daywear, some swimwear, and all the usual accessories.”

“Underwear,” Jenna butts in. “I need underwear.”

“You do not, my goddess. What you have underneath your clothes is for me alone. You can wear your jewels, that is all the under-wear you will need.”

Jenna opens her mouth, remembers what we are doing, and closes it again.

“Whatever my prince wishes,” she says and her eyes glitter with badness.

I am going to pay dearly for my desires.

And I am going to enjoy every single second.