Nikki jumped so hard she nearly spilled her crystal glass of red wine all over Adonis's pristine black uniform.
She whipped around, her heart leaping into her throat.
Roxy, to her credit, only flinched for a fraction of a second. She quickly smoothed down the front of her crimson gown, tilted her chin up, and offered a bold, sweeping look over the assembled warlords.
"Evening, Generals," Roxy greeted, her voice remarkably steady for someone standing in the kill-zone of four weapons of mass destruction. "Lovely party you've got going on here. The entertainment is top-notch."
General B-02, the sleek, silver-eyed android who had just verbally decimated the blonde socialite, stepped forward. The cold, mechanical disgust he had worn a moment ago vanished, replaced by a smooth, dangerously charming smile.
His ocular sensors swept over Roxy, taking in the crimson dress, the high slit, and the absolute defiance in her posture.
