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she didn’t make herself more pleasant, she wasn’t going to have much luck with her recruitment.
    Solos was steering clear of her so that left her with one option; it was time to lock herself in her quarters.
     
    Solos pinned her to the wall and thrust into her. She shivered at the graze of his teeth against her neck as her back pressed to the unyielding surface and his body was the only thing that supported her.
    She licked and bit at his shoulder, gasping with every hard slide. He drew his nails up her torso, stroking and irritating her skin with delicate precision. They had been intimate for days, but he already knew what did and didn’t work.
    Their bodies slid and smacked together as Solos took her higher and higher, until she bit his shoulder and groaned as her mind came apart and light flared behind her eyes.
     
    Brigs fell to her knees in the gel shower and let the pleasure run its course through her system.
    It felt like cheating to use a memory of Solos to ease her stress, but it worked, so she was going to have to live with it. She slowly stood, braced herself on the wall and cleaned off the slick residue of her stress relief using the gel.
    It came out warm and hardened on her skin, shattering and taking all the dirt and oils from her body. She felt relaxed and ready for another day of narrowing her choices. Brigs not only had to choose the right super-being, but she also had to do it in the correct order. If she picked wrong and the citizen was not interested or was repulsed by her offer, it could blow the whole thing. Word would spread and she would be off world in no time, with a stain on her recruitment record.
    There was nothing like performance anxiety to freak her out.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Brigeet got her formal clothing on, and when she exited her quarters, Solos shook his head.
    “That won’t do. Wear your bodysuit, cloak and practical boots. Jaluum is a harvest-based culture. You don’t want to present as someone fancy or elite. You want them to see you as someone who can offer them employment in the service to their people but not someone putting on airs.”
    Brigs returned to her room and put the cloak on. “Fine.”
    She pulled off her formal footwear and yanked on the boots. Aside from the hero that she was to interview, the rest of the visits were going to be on farms, so it was practical.
    Brigs exited her room again and stalked toward the cargo hold. “I hope you know what I am doing.”
    Solos smiled and pushed the hood of the cloak off her head. “You know how we love the white hair.”
    “Oh, okay. I thought it was just you there.”
    “Nope. It is cultural. Only one in fifty thousand women have white hair here. It is a highly desirable characteristic.” He pulled her long braid out and let it cascade down her right side.
    “It makes me feel a little cheap to play on a cultural peculiarity.”
    “Just forget that it is there.”
    “I usually do. It will just make me guilty later.”
    “I know. We will go somewhere nice for dinner when your recruitments are finished.” He smiled and caressed her cheek.
    She nodded. “I might take you up on that.”
    He straightened his shoulders and brushed at his uniform. When he was his normal, flawless self, he opened the rear hatch for their check through Jaluum customs. Once the officers had completed their scan of the vessel, they were free to leave to visit any areas of the world that would catch their interest.
    Brigs kept her data pack with her and showed Solos the addresses when he asked. He keyed in the information, and their small skimmer shot out of the back of the ship, taking to the air with incredible speed.
    The clear dome over the top of the skimmer made the flight easy with a lack of wind in her hair.
    The first name on her list was Deniali Sarco. She had first immerged on the radar when a new weather system had emerged without warning to water an area wracked with drought.
    Brigs was here to see if she was