by Zena Zion
After rejecting a pair of miniature white shorts and cropped top that were traditional Heptonian fashion, Eliana settled on a pair of pants that were identical to the ones she had seen on Rox. Unable to find a decent length shirt, she opted for one that fluttered around her navel rather than the style that ended right below her breasts.
She allowed the attendants to choose a formal gown of emerald green, to enhance her hazel eyes. It had a jeweled clasp behind her neck and the sheer fabric skimmed the front of her body, covering a revolutionary backless bra that blended perfectly with her skin.
Her back would be entirely bare until the skirt joined staggeringly low on her hips. Surprisingly, this was the least revealing of all the formal gowns and her attendants had not understood Eliana’s request to pair it with the nude bra, which was considered a stand-alone shirt for a casual outfit.
She carefully chose the rest of her outfits, including a pair of thick riding pants with boots, before dismissing the women.
Eliana wondered what time it was. She was exhausted and was sure it must already be late in the night. Yet, Rox had not returned. Would he be offended, she wondered, if she simply went to sleep.
After pacing the room, now empty except for the bed and changing station, Eliana found herself too tired to remain awake. She changed into a gossamer nightgown and crawled beneath the brilliant white sheets.
She scooted low in the plush bed and pulled the feathered comforter high over her head. Perhaps it was because she had spent two days lying on the hard floor of a space shuttle, but within moments she had slipped peacefully into the comfort of a deep, dreamless sleep.
Eliana vaguely remembered hearing Rox return to the room. She heard him open a series of floor panels followed by the distinct sound of the bath filling. That was the noise that finally woke Eliana from her slumber.
She held still and practiced slow, controlled breathing. She could hear him disrobe, quickly bathe, and enter the drying chamber. Luckily, the blanket was still positioned above her head so that she had no fear of the temptation to peek at his activities.
Finally, she heard the basin and cylinder retract into the floor Eliana braced herself for Rox to pull the covers back and join her in the bed. Maybe, she thought, if she pretended to be too tired to wake, he would leave her alone for the night.
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