They’d spent the night exploring each other and she’d slept snuggled against his side. He’d warned her again before they left the base that he would need to be harsh and commanding. Controlling others through fear kept actual violence to a minimum. Dressed in his sleek gray-blue armor with his hair bound in a queue, he looked hard and deadly, far different from the tender lover who had awakened her with lingering kisses and gentle caresses. Located just off the mall in Washington DC, the embassy had once been an art museum. With stately columns and marble floors, the Greek revival architecture added a sense of culture to the world’s oldest profession. Excitement rippled through the occupants as Autumn and Ra’jen were escorted into the main common room. Autumn spotted Rebecca and Celinna immediately as well as at least a dozen of the ambassadors. Ra’jen wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand dipping low on her hip. She was dressed in black pants and another of his dress shirts.
