check with Domestic hadn't turned up an address, but that wasn't uncommon-Reap was likely pirating quarters with someone. It was a common scam. SA partly based its rents on the number of people living in a given place, so two people who officially shared an apartment would one day come home to a rent hike, wiping out the main reason for putting up with cramped living quarters in the first place.
The fact that Elena couldn't learn more about Devin made him even more intriguing. Elena was someone who made her living manipulating information and data, and not having much information on this guy tantalized her. He certainly hadn't volunteered much about himself last night during their second date at the Pit.
Elena smiled, remembering. Their time together yesterday had been filled with entendres that varied from double to quintuple. They had placed some bets and cheered the gladiators together, and Elena had used the latter activity as an excuse to rub up against him in the press of spectators. Devin seemed to be receptive during the entire thing, even flashed her a shy, boyish smile when her hand stole down into a more… private area. But when the Pit closed down for the evening, he had thanked her for a fun time, given her a quick peck on the cheek, and vanished.
She checked the time on her ocular implant. He was three minutes late. This was their third date in as many nights-if you counted their first meeting as a date-and Elena had decided that tonight she would get him into bed if she had to put him in chains. And wasn't that a lovely thought? Watching those muscles of his strain against the metal, hearing him cry and beg as she held back from the one thing that he wanted. That all men wanted.
'What are you thinking about?' a familiar voice asked. Devin slid into the seat across from her in what they had already come to refer to as 'their' booth at the Pit. The fights hadn't yet started, and the place was quiet.
'You,' she replied. 'You're late, you know. I'll make you pay for that.'
'I'm sorry,' he said contritely. 'What can I do to make it up to you?'
His tone was absolutely serious, with no trace of innuendo. His wide, green eyes suddenly filled with tension, as if he were afraid she really were angry. God, he was so wonderfully malleable.
'I'll think of something,' she murmured, and slid her foot up his calf.
He gave that shy smile that made her burn inside. 'Have you ordered yet?'
They called for drinks and Devin asked her how work had gone that day.
'Well, I can't talk about much,' she said. 'Just about everything I do is classified over there. You know, Devin, I could probably get you a job within my project. Something on the periphery. You said you haven't been offered any work in, what, a week? Two?'
'Yeah. The post-Despair recession. There isn't much work for us independents, with SA laying off its regular workers left and right. I have some savings, but they're going fast.'
'Play your cards right with me, and I can get you something more permanent. And higher paying.' Elena gave him a long look over her glass. 'You won't have to pirate living space with someone else anymore.'
Fear filled his face. 'How did you-I mean, I'm not-'
'You don't have to worry, Devin,' she said, patting his hand. So her theory had been correct. 'I won't tell anyone your little secret. If you keep me happy, that is.'
'I'll do my best,' he said, still shy. 'I like you a lot, Elena. You're smart and beautiful and… and sexy.' The last word made him blush furiously.
She leaned across the table and stroked his well-muscled forearm. 'Then why don't we go back to my place and discuss… new positions?'
'But the fights haven't even started yet,' he said. 'I mean, that Leeland guy is supposed to have his new gladiator up tonight. Everyone's talking about it. And we haven't eaten yet.'
He looked a little scared. Too much too fast? Elena wasn't sure. She decided to back away, get a couple of drinks into him. A little tip to the bartender would make sure his drinks contained more than the usual amount of alcohol, though she didn't want him too drunk.
'Of course,' she said. 'Anticipation only makes it better.'
They talked about nothing in particular as the Pit filled up and the first fights began. They watched a few on the in-house holographic display, and Devin pounded the table during the good parts. Elena watched in fascination. He was normally so quiet, but the gladiator fights seemed to bring out the screamer within. She wondered if it was the same for him in the bedroom.
After their dinners arrived, Elena asked, 'So tell me about the Merry Widow.'
Devin paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. 'The Widow?'
'Your ship,' she said. 'You were supposed to be on board when it left port but you decided to take a last- minute vacation instead. Lucky for you.'
He set the fork down, food untasted. 'Yeah. Lucky.'
'Tell me about it,' she commanded.
'What's there to tell?' His eyes stared across the room at nothing. 'I worked on the books, kept the payroll people happy. The Widow made a regular shuttle run for passengers and cargo around the Five Green Worlds. I decided I needed a break, so I sat the last one out on Klimkinnar. Then the Despair hit and the Widow never came out of slipspace. Someone on the crew probably went… you know… and that was the end of it.'
'You had a lot of friends on board,' she said. 'And someone special?'
'I–I don't-'
'Tell me,' she ordered again.
'Yeah,' he whispered, voice barely audible. 'I was going to ask her to marry me when she got back. I took the vacation time so I could shop for a ring.'
How cute. And trite. Elena sat back in her seat, wondering what would happen if she ordered him to get up and do a cartwheel. 'That's why you're not so sure you want to get involved with me, isn't it?'
'Don't get me wrong, Elena,' he said quickly. 'I like you a lot. I'm just not completely sure of everything yet.'
'Perhaps I can firm things up for you.'
They finished dinner in time to make their way to the Pit for the new Leeland gladiator. They tried to worm their way to the railing, but the cheering crowd was simply too thick. Snarls and howls rose from the fighting arena.
'Let's forget this and go back to my place,' she shouted in Devin's ear. 'It's too crowded.'
'I want to try again,' he yelled back. 'Maybe I can muscle a place up front for the two of us.'
Elena made an exasperated sound that was completely swallowed up by the noise of the crowd. 'I need to go to the ladies' room,' she snarled.
'Okay. I'll try to get closer.'
Elena headed toward the human restrooms, furious. What was it going to take? He was emotionally vulnerable, probably horny as hell by now, and thought she was sexy. It was infuriating.
She used one of the toilet stalls and headed for the mirrors to check her face. A few other women were there as well, including two who were obviously friends. Both went in for heavy rouge and eye-liner, and their hairdos ran toward big and tacky. Definitely low on the social scale. Elena was about to brush past them without a second glance when one of them said something that caught her attention.
'It's a male date rape drug,' the first woman was saying. She had improbably blond hair and her dress showed plenty of cleavage. 'He'll give you anything you want, and I mean anything.'
'Really?' The second woman, a redhead, seemed skeptical.
'No joke. Hey, I work for bio-engineering, and this is the real stuff. It gives women a slight buzz, but it makes men both horny and pliant. Something about the Y chromosome.' She held up a vial of clear liquid with a giggle. 'And the stuff keeps him hard as a rock. God, honey, he'll do whatever you want, and for hours. None of this in- and-out-and-done bullshit. It's the greatest invention for women since the hands-free vibrator. You have to try it on Rick.'
'It really works?'
'Oh, yeah. Here, honey. Just try it. What have you got to lose, right?'
The other women in the restroom had drifted out. Intrigued, Elena edged closer to the two friends. 'Excuse me,' she said. 'I couldn't help overhearing. Is that stuff for real?'
The vial vanished into the blond woman's pocket. 'Is what for real?'
'I heard you talking about that new drug,' Elena said. 'Is it for real?'
The woman's nostril's flared. Elena saw dark roots poking through the blond dye job. 'Are you with Security
