Getting Lucky
Chapter Three
"HAGAR!!! GET IN HERE NOW!!" roared Lotor for the fourth time.
Hagar grumbled to herself as she left her lab to go to the Prince's room. He always had to call her at the most
inconvenient times!! She'd just been breaking in a new man-slave and was starting to get really turned on (ick!)
when she was so RUDELY interrupted. Damn it!
The previously unlucky boy toy, who had enough brains to recognize a miracle when he saw one, seized this
rare opportunity and hightailed it out of there as soon as she left him unattended.
"HAAAAGAAAAAARRRRRRRR! WHERE ARE YOU?"
"Insolent little toad," Hagar snarled under her breath. She entered the prince's chamber. "You barked,
your Highness?"
"Is that love potion ready yet, or what?"
"Yes, it's right here." She placed a bottle filled with ink-colored liquid down on his dresser.
Lotor looked at it dubiously. "Does that snake oil really work?" he wanted to know.
A smirk appeared on her wrinkled green face. "I've never had any problems with it," she said wickedly.
"Good." Then he looked at Hagar with a repulsed shudder as what she said sank in. "Eeeeeww, you don't
mean that YOU- never mind, I DON'T want to know!" he said quickly when she looked like she was about
to go into even more nauseating detail. "If you say another word on the subject, I'll never get it up again."
"Really, Lotor, if that's how you talk to women it's no wonder you can't score with Princess Allura," Hagar
fired back angrily.
"Women? Where?" Lotor asked, looking around with eagerness. Then he turned his attention back to
Hagar, and started laughing heartily. "Oh, were you referring to yourself? That's a good one, witch!"
Hagar was tempted to turn him into a real toad right then and there. A nice, slimy, puce-colored Doomian
toad with orange spots. She'd had just about enough of the whelp's insults. But that wouldn't get her where
she wanted to be- in good with Zarkon. She had her man-slaves to satisfy her physically, (double ick!) but
she was still carrying a torch for Zarkon.(Ick infinity!) Unfortunately he didn't like her any more than Lotor
did. He spent most of his time chewing out Lotor too, but he still had use for the kid. Lotor was Zarkon's
sole heir. Toadifying the brat would only make Zarkon start picking on her instead. So she decided to be
a lot more generous than Lotor deserved and just ignore his bitching. She left the Prince alone to pace.
Lotor was nervous and excited. He still couldn't believe Allura had actually agreed to go out with him! After
broadcasting all over the galaxy how much she despised him, after sending him several letter stink-bombs,
after setting up her own website even, (I-hate-Lotor.com) she'd finally said yes! He was sure he could
convince her to marry him once he got her alone, away from those head-case friends of hers. And if she
still refused him- he grinned and slid his hand into his pocket, where the tiny vial of Hagar's potion lay hidden.
He had an insurance policy. And if it could work for the ugly witch- he shuddered again at THAT scary
thought- then it would definitely make Allura crazy for his fine self.
Either way, he was going to get some tonight.
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Allura was waiting in the sitting room when an aide came up to her. "Your Highness, Prince Lotor has arrived."
She sighed, and stood up. Nanny was lying on a couch nearby, still unconscious. Coran was fast asleep upstairs.
And the VF had been hiding outside in the dark in their Lions for the last two hours like the eager-beaver
dunderheads they were, ready to leave. At least I only have to put up with Lotor now, she reasoned. She went
out to the foyer with dread, having resigned herself to a very unpleasant evening. She adjusted the tiny microphone
pinned at her breast.
Allura drew up short when she saw Lotor standing in the center of the huge room.
Oh my God!!... she thought dazedly as she took in the incredible sight of him. It always took her by surprise
how hot he was. She had to grant that he was even more delicious looking than usual. He was wearing a
charcoal-gray evening suit instead of his regular uniform, which fit him to perfection, accentuating every
contour of his tall, gorgeous body. Its deep color made his handsome face and arresting feline-yellow eyes
stand out even more by comparison. She wondered for an instant how his long, snow-white mane would
feel to the touch if she reached up to slide her fingers through it. Too bad he's so evil, she thought wistfully.
He'd be perfect- if only... she quickly squashed that bit of temporary insanity. If she let herself fall for him,
she might as well go and check herself in to the Mental Hospital for Royalty right this minute.
As she walked across the room toward him, she had her standard "don't-even-try-anything" look firmly
back on her face. No sense letting him think he had any effect on her whatsoever.
Lotor turned around, and she could have sworn she felt a bolt of lightning sizzle straight through her as soon
as her blue eyes connected with his incandescent golden ones. Stupid, she told herself. Ridiculous. Crazy.
At first Lotor thought she was a figment of his testosterone-addled imagination when he saw Allura approaching
him. Somehow she managed to pull off a look that was half sweet and innocent, and half foxy temptress at the
same time. He'd dreamed of her exactly this way, so many times, it took him a minute to figure out that it was
really happening. Lotor shut his mouth with a snap, before he could embarrass himself by drooling. But Lotor
being Lotor, he soon recovered his notorious charm.
"Good evening, my sweet. You are even more dazzling than usual," he said, taking her hand and kissing it.
The kiss lasted many seconds longer than was proper. Allura rolled her eyes at him. Oh, puh-leeese! she thought.
But then she had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling inanely like a bedazzled teenager at the compliment. He
offered her his arm and said, "Shall we go?"
"Okay," Allura said. A little anxiously, she curled her arm through his. Trying not to notice how close he was,
how good he smelled, how nice he was being to her all of a sudden. No 'marry me or else', no trying to cop a feel,
no zany attempts to kidnap her at all. She wondered if he was feeling well. She resisted the sudden crazy impulse
to place her hand against his forehead to check for a space fever. This was not the Lotor she was used to.
But it would be so easy to get used to.
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