Page 5 of I'm Not Your Pet

I hoped he wouldn’t notice. Because again, it wasn’t him I was scared of. It was what awaited me outside this room. What awaited me if I failed.

When he spoke I wasnotprepared. He’d been totally silent the entire time we’d been in here. Which wasn’t unusual. Some aliens didn’t speak, even with translators. I hadn’t really thought anything of it, because—again, he was a fucking shark. Sharks didn’t talk. Except that he apparently did, and could.

I had just bent over again, legs spreading wider as I slid my hands up the backs of my thighs, my tiny black shorts doing nothing to hide the wag of my ass.

“Enough,” he said simply, the crackly low rumble of his voice shifting through the air as the device I had over my ear transformed the words.

Enough?

What did hemean“enough”?

Wasn’t this why he was here?

For a second, I was offended. It had taken me almost six entire months to get my lap-dance skills down. These hips werenot made for wagging. At least, they hadn’t been before. I had never been physically gifted at anything. Not even video games—though one could argue those were far harder to master than most sports.

You could blame my dad, really.

We’d never played catch.

“Enough,” that same growly, rumbly voice sounded.

He’s probably tired of you stalling.

Not thatthatwas what I was doing. Because it wasn’t. I wasexcited, dammit. Even if I was admittedly kinda terrified too. But that was because of my inexperience and had nothing to do with whether or not I found him attractive.

Apparently shark-aliens did not like eye candy—or foreplay.

Nerves danced in my belly as I tried to figure out what to do next. How was I supposed to seduce him withoutseducinghim? Should I just get on my knees?

Was that why he’d said he’d had enough?

Tall, pink, and sexy’s translator blinked where it sat against the ear-less sides of his head. Did he have a tympanum like a lizard? Or three semicircular canals like the sharks on Earth? Either way, he could clearly hear—or he wouldn’t be wearing a translator. He looked mildly uncomfortable, if the tension in his body was any indicator. Though that could have easily been arousal.

Maybe I should say something?

As Sharky shifted his muscular body, thighs spreading wide, I got the hint.

It’s time.

He wants you to get on your knees.

Right.

Okay.

I could do this.

I could be sexy.

I totally could.

Breathe, Hugo.

You can do this.

I dropped to my knees, the cold metal floor leaching the heat from my bare skin. My collar felt like it weighed about a thousand pounds all of a sudden. Barely a second passed, and the shark-man made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a gasp.That had to be a good thing.I hoped so anyway. Back on Earth I’d been what most would consider nerdy enough to be undateable. The sexiest thing I’d ever done was win a chess competition.

Here though? I was considered hot shit for aliens. Like catnip. But nerd-nip. My scrawny ass could make their multitude of eyes practically pop out of their heads. And I didn’t even have to try to do it.

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