Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,39
“It’s time to get to work for the day now that we’ve collected our morning data.”
Sammi couldn’t help feeling disappointed. Rather than suddenly becoming addicted to the taste of her pussy, as Berik had become addicted to Meg’s, her boss just wanted her to get straight back to work, even after the incredibly erotic encounter they had just shared.
“How can you expect me to work under these conditions?” she complained, frowning at him. “I can barely think straight, I’m so sexually on edge!”
“On edge is precisely where I want you to be, Samantha.” Roark shot her a level glance. “Don’t despair, though. In three more days you should be ovulating and we can finish out experiment.”
“Three more days?” Sammi exclaimed as she pulled her panties up over her aching pussy. “But that’s Saturday—I was going to go back down to Earth and get the rest of my stuff that day.”
“Back to Earth?” Roark frowned at her. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Well, I don’t either,” Sammi admitted. “But I have to go.”
Though she had never told her boss about the man who had been stalking her, she still felt nervous about going down to get her things herself. But Berik’s mission had been extended so there was no way he could go for the rest of Sammi’s possessions and she really needed them.
She told herself everything would be all right—there were just a few boxes left and she would go in the daytime and only spend about an hour loading up the boxes and then leave for good. But it still made her nervous to think of being in the house alone without knowing if he was watching her or not.
Maybe I should put it off again…
But no—she couldn’t wait forever to get her things. She had already extended the lease on the small single-story bungalow she was renting in South Tampa once and she couldn’t afford to extend it again just to store boxes. That was ridiculous.
She’d thought about asking her favorite aunt to bring the boxes to her own house, but she still had kids at home and lived in a constant clutter as it was—she didn’t need a bunch of Sammi’s stuff clogging up her house. She—
“I’ll come with you.”
“What?” Sammi looked up. Roark’s words surprised her so much she froze in the middle of fastening her skirt.
“I said, I’ll come with you,” he told her. “We can get your things from Earth and bring them back up to the Mother Ship in the morning, and then perform the experiment that evening.”
“Oh…” Sammi’s heart fluttered, though she knew he was probably only offering to help in order to keep the experiment on schedule. “If…if you really don’t mind,” she said. “I mean, there’s going to be a lot of heavy lifting, I’m afraid. Some of the things I’m getting are boxes of books—the old-fashioned kind, made of paper, you know.”
Roark nodded.
“All the more reason for me to come. I don’t want you overexerting yourself and getting too tired to fully engage when I strap you into the inseminator.”
“All right.” Sammi nodded. “Have you ever been to Earth before?” she asked curiously.
“Once,” Roark said shortly. “To meet Amanda’s family—my ex-fiancée.” He cleared his throat. “It was not a warm welcome.”
“Why not?” Sammi asked, surprised into being curious.
“There was some…prejudice against my kind,” Roark explained stiffly. “Amanda’s father and brother weren’t very happy with the idea of her joining with an ‘alien.’”
“What jerks!” Sammi exclaimed.
Roark shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling under his crisp white lab coat.
“It didn’t matter in the long run, since we didn’t remain together.”
Sammi started to tell him that her own family wasn’t like that—that her aunts and uncles and cousins would welcome him into the family with open arms…But then she remembered yet again that Roark wasn’t looking to form a relationship with her.
She was just an experiment to him and that was how he wanted things to stay.
The thought gave her a heavy heart as she finished dressing and went back to the main office part of the lab to try and concentrate on the files of data she was trying to consolidate. But she reminded herself for the thousandth time that Roark was only her boss—not really her lover.
No matter what erotic things they did together, it was all for science and nothing more.
Twenty-Six
Gods…Roark licked his lips again, remembering Samantha’s sweet, salty flavor and the soft, helpless way she’d moaned and carded her fingers through his hair as he licked her…