Free Jason King: Agent to the Stars 1: The Enclaves of Sylox by T. R. Harris

know, with more and more Humans beginning to populate the Union, we had to find places to live, and alien homes are not always that compatible for us. You’ve seen what they’re like! Well, the major home builders on Earth saw a great opportunity. I was still young and restless, and pretty excited about the prospect of leaving the planet and traveling to the stars. So I volunteered to help with the development teams that were opening up new markets on some on the nearby Union worlds.”
    “But there aren’t that many close to Earth,” Miranda countered. I was surprised she knew that, until I remembered her college major.
    “That’s right, and only so many with the proper environment for Humans to live on. I spent eight months on a planet called Elipsion-C before transferring to Sylox with the first group of developers to come here. That was seven years ago, and for the past five I’ve run my own brokerage and mortgage company.”
    I leaned in closer to the sultry woman and locked my eyes on hers. “Now that we’re done with all the foreplay, maybe we can get down to some real business.”
    Her mouth fell open slightly and I fixated on her sexy bottom lip. She flicked out her tongue and ran it over her lips, coating them with a shimmering, moist sheen. “Lead the way, Mr. King,” she breathed deeply. “I’m in no condition to drive.”
    “Don’t worry, I’ve got that handled.”
    We left the restaurant in a rush; I’m not even sure if I paid the bill. If not, I’m sure Belgon would understand.

 

    Chapter 9

    The Embassy Compound was only a quick five minute drive from the restaurant. Everyone there knew me, so I was waved through the gate without much fanfare.
    Since I had met Miranda at the restaurant, I didn’t know where within the Compound she was staying; Jennifer had said she was getting a small studio until the closing took place. Yet when she directed me to Executive Row, I was surprised.
    Executive Row referred to the area reserved for those with Executive Service ranks or higher – higher being corporate CEO’s, congressmen or members of parliament, and all the way up to presidents, kings and even dictators. There were only sixteen units in the section, along with twelve apartments. She couldn’t possibly be in one of those, could she?
    But sure enough, she directed me to the first of the two apartment buildings. Something in the back of mind said this wasn’t right, but at the time, my mind wasn’t doing the thinking. We took the elevator to the top floor. There were only two apartments on this level and she opened the first door we came to.
    I inhaled sharply when we entered. You have to remember, I’m a seasoned real estate professional, so it takes a lot to impress me when I comes to housing. But this place was huge, with a spacious foyer that opened to an expansive great room with a massive picture window looking off the Compound and toward the lights of the city. Being on the top floor, the room also had cathedral ceilings over thirty feet high, and everywhere I looked I saw only the most-expensive furniture and other appointments.
    “What the hell, Miranda?” I said. I could say no more.
    She walked further into the apartment and kicked off her high heels. “Oh, didn’t I mention that my family is fabulously wealthy, too?”
    “Even so this place is reserved for visiting presidents and movie stars.”
    She turned to me, and before I knew it, had unclasped her gown and let it slip as gently as a snowflake to the floor. All she wore underneath was a white thong. That was it. Nothing more.
    “And as I said earlier, Mr. King, I usually get what I want.”
    And at that point in the evening I stopped being a real estate broker and became just a man – a very, very lucky man.
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    The silk sheets felt fantastic against my skin the next morning, as a thin yellow light began to filter through the slats in the vertical blinds covering the sliding patio door of the bedroom. But