Chapter Seven
“Welcome to my pad, Your Holiness,” Pete said, gesturing around his ship. He winked. “The place women can’t resist.”
“I wish you’d call me Kenji,” he said. Pete’s formal address caused such a chill.
Pete frowned. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes.” Kenji hovered in the doorway.
The inner battle went on in Pete’s eyes, a brief window in which Kenji saw Pete as a child, being scolded by his mother for bad manners. Finally he saw his request of familiarity win out over propriety. Pete grinned. “I see you won’t come in until I agree. All right. Please, Kenji, come in. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to clean up before you got here, really.”
“No problem.” Kenji stepped in and held his breath, his nose immediately assaulted by the stench of dirty socks. The inside of Pete’s pod
