scramble upright on my knees, trying ineffectually to pull up and close the front of my suit. Of course, I’ve never really seen anything like it, and just like a zipper, if you can’t get it to work from the bottom, it doesn’t appear to operate. Fucking great!
The entire outfit is going to be trashed. Holding the scraps of the material over my chest, I also let my long hair fall forward to camouflage my body. I know it’s stupid, since he’s seen everything already, but old habits die hard.
Glancing around, I see my backpack a few feet over and lunge for it. Unfortunately, he realizes what I’m doing right away and beats me to it! Maybe he thinks I have a weapon?
The bag is in his hands before I even realize it. He rummages through it, pulling out one of the protein bars. It looks like he’s reading the label. It’s in English though, and I can’t help but wonder if he can read it, too. Before I comprehend what he intends to do, he tips the entire bag upside down, dumping it all out on the ground.
Kind of handy, since I haven’t even really looked through it either, but when I reach for what appears to be another outfit, he tears it away from my grasp. In fact, he hangs onto it as he throws everything back into the bag before handing it to me. Frozen in place, I hold it against my chest like a shield. He’s already turning away, heading back over to his own bag.
It looks like an old school messenger tote. Large and sturdy, the material appears to be made of leather, and he flips the top of it open, rummaging through it briefly before pulling out a scrap of material. Holding it out to me, he says, “Change into this.”
Shaking out with one hand what seems to be a tiny garment, I immediately argue. “What’s wrong with my outfit?” Sure, it’s not designer and I certainly don’t blend, but I have a feeling it covers a lot more of my body than what he just handed me.
Letting out an exasperated huff, he glowers at me as he gestures to the cloth in my hand. “It’s the garment colors of my encampment.” I glance down and see that the brown material is interlaced with red and green—just like what he’s wearing. “I don’t want to deal with any challenges. You’re mine now.”
Okey-dokey. I’m willing to cut him a little leeway… especially since he didn’t rape me. Will every strange alien guy be so fortuitous? If they’re anything like Earth men, I highly doubt it.
Turning my back to him, I set my bag at my feet, still holding up the drooping jumpsuit. Shaking out the garment, I realize I’m looking at a wrap-around dress. Dress might be being a little bit hopeful. It presumably isn’t a dress at all—it’s probably a shirt. But it’ll easily be long enough for me.
Letting go of the torn jumpsuit, I throw my arms into the armholes and wrap the extra material around me at least twice before utilizing the attached tie around my waist. It fits okay, and I step out of the ruined jumpsuit. He’s already grabbing the shiny material, balling it up with the spare one from the bag. I watch as he walks over to one of the large trees only feet away. Crouching for a moment, he springs ten feet into the air, clutching the side of the tree with ease.
Like watching a train wreck, I can’t look away. His perfect muscular ass flashes me with every step, whipping up his skirt as he climbs. From the back, he’s built exactly like a huge, athletic man.
Claws I hadn’t noticed on his hands and feet dig into the bark of the tree as he casually lifts himself up a couple more feet, dropping the silver outfits into a small hole in the tree's side. Not even bothering to climb down, he drops to the forest floor next to me while my mouth is still hanging open. “What the fuck? Why did you do that?”
I know I’m getting the hang of speaking his language when his eyes narrow slightly at me. “I knew you could speak. And I knew you understood me. Which also means that you know exactly why I did that.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake! Letting out a huff, I turn away, looking down at the bag at my feet. He snatches it up before I