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him as he climbed out of his ship.
    “Ensign, refuel her and have her ready to go at a moment's notice.”
    “Yes, sir.” Gregor nodded as he rushed to carry out his orders.
    Walking through the docking bay, he heard several men talking about Agnus's new waitress, Mikayla. He couldn't really blame them. He had caught himself several

    times thinking about her since the other night. With a grin, he wondered how much trouble she had given Agnus over the last two days.
    Maybe he should pop in at the bar. He usually had Korniga with Agnus this time of day. He was sure she would be there also, and he found he was actually looking forward to seeing her again.
    He immediately turned and headed toward the turbochute that would take him to the recreation deck.
    * * * * *
    “Sidious,” Agnus said as Sidious came through the door. “I'm surprised to see you this morning. I assumed with the invasion you would still be down on Earth.” Agnus was the only person on the ship who called him by his first name. To everyone else onboard he was either Lord Marcone or Captain. Of course Agnus was also a friend of his father's and had known him since he was a child. That was one of the reasons when the officers decided they needed a bar on board the Destroyer, Sidious had offered the job to Agnus. He had run a bar for years on Tilarus, and he knew Agnus would do a good job. Sidious nodded. “I just came from there, and all I've heard about since I got back is your new waitress.”
    Agnus crossed his arms in front of him and sighed. “She is stubborn and a little sassy, but the men like her. I understand that the two of you have already met,” he said with a smile.
    “You could say that.” He grinned as he remembered their first meeting.
    “I heard the whole story from Lafon. Thought it was quite funny myself; can ' t say the same for Lafon, though.” Agnus chuckled. “Grab some Korniga and have a seat. I need to get some things from the storeroom, and I will be right back.” Walking behind the bar and pouring himself a cup of Korniga, Sidious looked around and spotted Mikayla. She stood sideways, with her shoulder leaning against the window.
    Her position afforded him a perfect view, and he definitely liked what he saw.
    Letting his gaze travel down the length of her, he admired her perfect figure -- all the way from the tip of her adorable nose to the bottom of her shapely calves.
    His appraisal slowed at her firm, flat stomach and perfectly rounded breasts.
    Blood that should have normally been used for thinking quickly spread to areas south.
    Damn . Taking a deep breath, he tried to clear the not-so-decent thoughts that were running rampant through his mind. Thoughts of fucking her senseless were foremost, and he groaned, trying to think of something else.
    The woman took his breath away. Her long, dark brown hair hung halfway down her back in loose curls his fingers itched to slide through. She had long legs he knew
    without a doubt would lock around his waist with a perfect fit. And those breasts. He licked his lips at the thought of wrapping his tongue around the tip of one.
    He hadn't had this kind of reaction to a woman in years. He'd been too busy with the militia and his duties to the rebellion. He loved women, loved being with them.
    Occasionally, he would head to Rhenari and find some willing partner, but even that had been quite some time ago.
    For a moment, he wondered if he'd just been without a woman for too long. But as he studied her, he knew that wasn't it. It wasn't just physical. It was something else.
    Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
    Shaking his head, he tried to tell himself he didn't have time for this, no matter how appealing the package. He had too much to do, too much at stake. Even as those thoughts went through his mind, he began to move toward her.
    Stopping next to her, he leaned his shoulder against the window and crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you adjusting, Mikayla?” he