Page 24 of A Curvy Girl for the Prince
“Well, I’m going to do it,” I say with conviction in my voice. Then, without waiting for her reply, I beckon to one of the droids.
“Agent 2-7-1,” I say. “I need a moment.”
The droid floats over. It’s about the size of a large vacuum cleaner and hovers over the ground, its eye unblinking.
“What is your question?”
I feign an injury and double over, clutching my ankle.
“Can you take me to the medical tent? I twisted my ankle shoveling this toxic stew, and I need to see a doctor. Owww!” I howl piteously. “Please.”
The droid assesses my leg, and then lowers itself to the ground.
“Transport available,” it intones in a robotic voice. “Step aboard.”
I gingerly hoist myself onto the droid, straddling it like a bronco. Then it lifts in the air as I wink at Darcy.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper at my friend. But as we levitate and begin to soar over the toxic fields, something horrific happens. One of the guards sees me, and the dark figure zooms over the fields towards us, bent on interception. Oh shit. My plan has failed before it’s even begun, and now I’m going to be shipped off to the real Colonies for sure.
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Haakon
Is this woman crazy? What the fuck is she doing? Nonetheless, I ride the droid over to where Matilda’s balanced on hers.
“Guard,” she bends her head as I approach. “I’m headed for the medical tent. I meant no harm, I swear.”
First, I look around to make sure we’re not being watched, and then I hiss, “Matilda. It’s me. I’m not a guard.”
Her head jerks up then, and I see that she’s heartbreakingly beautiful still. Even more so, with her face streaked with dirt and her curls hidden under a hood of some sort.
“Haakon?” she manages in a soft voice. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to save you,” I grind out. “But what areyoudoing riding a droid?”
She shrugs.
“Well, I’ve been at the Colonies for two days now, and I wasn’t sure anyone was coming to rescue me, so I figured I better take the initiative.”
I stare at her.
“You didn’t think I was going to save you?”
The curvy girl bites her lip.
“Well, I did, but you know me. I’m a sassy woman who likes to be independent. I figured I’d better save myself in case no one showed.”
I have half a mind to drag Matilda off the droid and strap her to a spanking bench before plundering those lush lips. But I manage to hold my temper.
“Sweetheart, it took me a day to locate you,” I say in a tight voice. “First, I had to put down a rebellion by John Ray, and deal with his odious son, Albert. Then, I beat that fucker Albert to a pulp to make him reveal your location. How the fuck do you even know those assholes anyways?”
Matilda’s eyes go wide.
“From my family. We’re family friends. But are you saying that the rebellion’s already over?”
I nod.
“Yeah, you can quash these things in a couple hours if you’re ruthless. But yeah, we were waiting for the Rays, although it did take a couple hours to beat out your location from that assfucker Albert. What a fucking douche. But I’m here now,” I say in a low tone. “Come on, let’s go.”