Page 42 of Alien Jeopardy
Maybe I fucking will!
A little menty b doesn’t sound so bad right now!
“It better be chicken nuggies and mac and cheese.” Oh for crying out loud, why did I say that?
Billie, however, snorts. “That’swhat you want? I thought you were thirty-three, not three-and-a-half.”
“I mean, I’ll eat anything.” My throat constricts, and I force myself not to look at the alien hog in Rex’s pants.
Stupid heat. This is mortifying.
“If she wants these chick nuggies, then she will have them,” Rex roars.
Billie winces. “Can you tell him not to yell at us?”
The Roth host shoves himself between her and Rex, and she peeks out around his arm.
“I can understand you fine, human,” Rex retorts, his tail squeezing my ankle. “If she wants this maccheese, then she shall have it.”
“She shall have a girl dinner,” I add, deciding to shove my emotions down in favor of pure humor. Yeah, that’s healthy, right? “She shall be serving cunt.”
Billie bursts out laughing, then slaps a hand over her mouth as a growl rumbles, louder and louder, from Rex’s chest.
“I am the only one who will be feasting on your cunt.”
My eyes widen as what I’ve said registers.
As what he thinks I’ve said sinks in.
Oh, sweet alien misunderstandings.
Well, the fanfics had those right. If I ever have wifi again, I’ll have to tell Rothv1llainFer890 she did a damn good job when it came to accuracy.
I reach for my nose, wanting to pinch it, but my arms are still strapped down.
“That’s not what that means, Ka-Rexsh.” Billie’s voice is high, and she’s turning bright red in an effort not to laugh. “Okay, you two, listen. The translator helps you both understand each other, but idioms? Yeah, I’m not sure there’s a way to program that thing with enough nuance.”
He glares at her, his wings slowly ruffling outward, his eyes practically glowing. “Give my female what she wants?—”
“What I want is to be let out from this chair.” I interrupt. “And then I think I do want chicken nuggets, lobster mac and cheese, steak, medium rare, and a Caesar salad, dressing on the side, and truffle fries.” I pause, thinking. “And a huge slice of chocolate cake.” My stomach growls in agreement.
“We can do that,” Billie says, somehow managing to regain her composure. Good for her, because if I weren’t locked into this chair, I think I would be rolling off of it and trying to melt into the floor.
“Is this being recorded?” I ask, my voice slightly hoarse.
“Of course it is, we take our entertainment seriously.” The Roth looks affronted.
Billie elbows him in the ribs. “Shut up, Ayro. Good grief, they’re not the easiest to talk to, are they?” The last bit is addressed to me.
“Better when you can actually communicate with them.” I glare at her.
“She needs food,” Rex intones. “So she can serve me cunt. I will eat this girl dinner.”
He crosses his arms, fangs gleaming where the light hits them.
I sigh, which is absolutely preferable to the moan of longing that’s trying to get out of my body. Squeezing my thighs together, I try to ride out the wave of pure lust caused by him saying that.
This is absurd, and there is literally nothing I can do but go with it until we’ve finished this damned competition.
