Terran Times 02 - Deal with a Dhemon (15 page)

“I don’t mind your past, but keep in mind you will be mingling with women of unquestionable character on Dhema. You will be expected to act accordingly.”

He swung around and walked out the door, as fury began to roar through her.

What a snob. He had made an assumption about her sexual status, based on her place of work. How rude could you be?

Her hands released the busk with a sharp push, and the corset peeled off of her to flop onto the bed. The chemise was next to go. She wandered to the door, naked, and secured the lock from all except Etion. None of this uninvited guest thing 34

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again.

She flung herself onto the bed, pounded the pillow a few times, and fell into an enraged sleep.

Sam dreamed of kicking the general right where it hurt, but unfortunately he recovered and pinned her to the floor. She wasn’t wearing clothing, and he wasn’t wearing clothing, his flesh was so hot that it scorched her where their bodies met.

She came awake with a gasp, her heart pounding in her chest. “Argh!” She pounded her fist into the pillows and flipped onto her stomach.

Why did it have to be him?

For the last three days, since she first saw him, Kassil had factored heavily in her fantasies. She had no idea why it was him and not one of the oh-so-attractive techs from medical. She had had far more exposure to them than the General, literally.

The dhemons had a musky scent that she found irresistible. Pheromones being common to several species in the Alliance, she was not surprised to find out that the dhemon males would have an attraction mechanism. Not that they needed it. By bipedal-humanoid standards, they were deadly attractive.

“Damn.” Blanking her mind carefully, she tried to get some more sleep. Mercifully, if she dreamed again, she did not remember it.

Across the ship in his quarters, Kassil sat up 35

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sweating, with an erection that was pounding with the need for release.

“Damn.” He shook his head to clear it, trying to get the blood back into his brain. Why was he dreaming of the Terran? She was an unchaste woman. She worked in a brothel for stars sake.

Who knew how many males she had invited between her thighs?

But still, the dreams persisted. Every night since he had first met her, he had found his mind inventing the most delectable torments to inflict on his phantom bed partner. In his dreams, she was the most responsive female he had ever had, arching to his every touch. The first few dreams that he had, when she was ensconced in the tank, were extremely hot. He had imagined her skin to be warm and smooth, the reality was much softer and cooler than he had dreamed. His hands fisted against his thighs as he wondered how many men had touched her breasts, and smelled her delicate scent. Flowers, musk, and female, it was a combination to send his senses spinning. It was the reason that he had returned to her quarters before he retired for the evening. What a disaster!

She had seemed shocked at his interest, clearly detailing that the attraction went only one way.

He shook his head again and tried to throw off the arousal that he had woken with. Getting up, pacing, and then tugging on his uniform he 36