Daughter of the Alien Warrior - Honey Phillips Page 0,16
to make itself known.
He turned to look at her as if he could detect her arousal, but she kept her face calm. She had spent too many years in business meetings to let her emotions show. He studied her, his eyes drifting down over her body. If it had been anyone else, she would have been insulted, but the heat of his gaze felt almost like a caress and her arousal intensified.
Unable to help herself, her eyes flicked down below his belt, and it took all her self-control not to reveal her astonishment. The tight-fitting pants did little to conceal what she assumed was a massive erection—if that was his unaroused state, she couldn’t imagine what he would be like fully hard. As it was, his size should have discouraged her from even thinking about the possibility of having… She hastily reeled in her thoughts. He was an alien, and no matter how nice he had been so far or how helpful he was being now, or how long it had been, she only had one purpose.
“Do you not have any other clothing?” he asked, interrupting her wayward thoughts.
“No, I don’t. The Vedeckians didn’t kidnap me with a suitcase,” she snapped, pulling her cloak closed over her pitiful outfit.
The medic had provided her with what she assumed was a medical gown to cover up her torn clothes, but she was well aware that the garment was both ill-fitting and unflattering. Her fingers itched for a needle and thread. If nothing else, she would be able to make some repairs to her own clothing.
“I apologize,” he said stiffly. “I meant no insult.”
His tail withdrew, leaving her skin feeling unexpectedly cool, and she suddenly realized that it had been encircling her wrist since they first stopped.
“I know you didn’t.” She reached out to give his tail a comforting pat, and he froze. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all. That is a… friendly gesture amongst my people.”
Ah. It must be similar to a handshake. She patted his tail again and smiled up at him.
“I hope we can be friends.”
“Friends? Umm, yes. Friends would be… nice.”
He seemed oddly discomforted and she wondered if she had overstepped. “I mean, if that’s all right with you. I assumed your people were okay with humans.”
He closed his eyes briefly. “Yes, we find humans very acceptable.”
All righty then. She took another deep breath and ignored the wave of arousal that swept over her as she pulled more of his scent into her lungs.
“Shall we go to your ship?”
“I thought perhaps a short detour first.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“I wish to pick up a few items to make your trip more pleasant.”
He looked so hopeful that she ignored the alarm bells ringing in her head. This place’s version of the police had entrusted her to him. Not that she had much faith in the police after what happened to Nathan and Hana, but surely that meant he was one of the good guys.
“It won’t take long, will it?”
“Not at all.”
Once again, he offered her his hand and this time, she didn’t hesitate to place her hand on his. As they descended the ramp, his tail came up to curl around her waist but she decided to ignore it.
“Hold your hood over your head and keep your cloak closed,” he ordered as they started across the landing field. “It is for your safety,” he added when she glared at him. “Females are highly desirable, especially one like you.”
Somewhat mollified, she obeyed as they reached the first of one of the many shopping streets that led away from the spaceport.
“What do you mean? One like me?”
“Soft, beautiful, fertile.”
The final word made her heart ache. If only she had been—it would have saved so much time and so much money. She didn’t care about the money, but she regretted all those years without her daughter.
“I don’t think I’m any of those things,” she snapped.
He started to respond but then the first shopkeeper—a tall grey alien who was obviously the same species as the slave auctioneer—hailed them. Her pulse started to race and she stopped dead in her tracks, but Inzen’s tail tucked her gently up beside him as he opened negotiations. To her relief, he simply began bargaining for clothing. For her.
It was immediately clear that almost nothing would fit her without extensive alterations. Inzen frowned at the latest offering—a bronze silk affair that was almost as wide as it was tall—and started to shake his head.
“Do they have sewing equipment?” she