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place certificate against her padded thigh and glared over her shoulder once more. She groaned aloud. Just what she needed, a male version of an actress who embodied perfection following her around. As if things didn’t suck enough at the moment.
    Sweat from the crowd permeated the air. Brigit pinched her nose and fought to keep from gagging. Would it kill some of these people to use deodorant?
    When they reached the relative quiet of the hallway, Brigit spun, dropping her plastic tail at her feet. The man almost slammed into her. She hadn’t realized he’d closed the distance between them. She craned her neck and tried to ignore the heat coming off his body. Brigit straightened her spine before she did something stupid like sway into him. The fact that she found him attractive only angered her more. “I don’t know who you think you are, coming in here and snatching victory from my hands, but I want you to know that I think it stinks. If I were bigger, you’d be sorry.”
    He frowned, his expression going to one of utter confusion. “I’m not sure what I have done to offend you, but…” He hit a button on his wrist. Something crackled, then buzzed. “I apologize.”
    Brigit glanced at his wrist and back to his face. “Don’t you think you’re taking this sci-fi convention a little too seriously? The spotlight isn’t on you now. By the way, what’s your real name? Bob? Fred? Tom? Percy?”
    “I know not what you speak of. My name is as I told the people. I am Orion.”
    Brigit planted her hands on her costume-covered hips and gave him her best withering stare. He didn’t crack a smile or even blink. Maybe he was telling the truth. She relaxed a fraction. “Hippie parents, eh? I understand. I came this close,” she raised her hand and pinched her fingers together, “to being named Moonbeam.”
    Orion shook his head as if to clear it. “What do we do now?”
    “What do you mean what do we do? I’m going back to my room to change into my next costume and you…you…” She poked him in the chest to punctuate each word. Touching him was a mistake. Her fingers quivered, hovering an inch away from his flesh, before balling into a fist. “I don’t care what you do. It’s your business, but I better not see your perfect ass on stage in twenty minutes.”
    He grinned. “You think my ass is perfect.”
    Brigit snorted. “Oh, please. You know you’re gorgeous. If your head swelled any bigger, you wouldn’t fit down this hallway.” She waved her hands around to encompass the area.
    A look of horror crossed Orion’s face as he reached for his head. He examined it carefully with his fingertips for a few seconds, then dropped his hands away. A moment later, he seemed to relax. “My head is fine.”
    She rolled her eyes. Was this guy for real?
    “I should come with you. We need to speak.”
    “What do you think we’re doing right now?” She taunted. “Besides, we’re finished talking. You’ve done all the damage you could possibly do to me in one night.” Unless you decided to fuck me blind.
    “I have not injured you.”
    She blinked, terrified that he’d read her wayward thoughts. His expression remained impassive.
    “Oh, forget it.” She swatted the air in front of her face in frustration. “I’ll see you around.”
    Brigit turned to leave. Orion’s hand swept out before she could take a single step and grasped her elbow. Heat zinged along her arm, going straight to her clit. Her body came to life under his touch, colors brightened and sounds intensified. One minute she’d simply existed and the next, she became an active participant. She fought an outward tremor as her gaze narrowed to him. The power he held in that simple touch frightened and intrigued her. Yet, the last thing she needed was for this guy to know how much he affected her. Brigit glanced down at his fingers, which curled possessively around her arm, and then to his face. The message she intended must have gotten through