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She turned to face me, her teeth teasing her lower lip as she looked me up and down.
When she smiled again, the gesture was full of sauciness and invitation.
“Let’s get to it, big boy!”
Chapter 3
Clara
Thank you, Jesus!
Sending up a prayer of thanks that the first alien I’d have to fuck was the gorgeous guy I’d noticed and not a blob of Jello with stick arms seemed appropriate in the situation. My friend Daisy had been married to a minister—I’d ask if I ever saw her again I'd ask about the liturgical considerations, in the meantime.…
Thank you, Jesus!
Up close, much more gorgeous than I first thought. His tan skin wasn’t skin at all but a pelt with a short nap that reminded me of velvet. Tall, muscular, and dressed head to toe in black leather with thick hair that appeared chestnut in the light with the length pulled into a sexy man bun. His bright gold eyes flickered over my body, my skin fizzing with heat.
The blue gown fell from my frozen fingertips, landing on the floor in front of me with the faintest thump.
“It’s you.”
The words fell from my lips involuntarily, and the way his golden eyes widened at the sound of my voice made my skin tingle.
The pink lace contraption I wore barely covered the necessary body parts, and I felt heat creep along my skin, accompanied along with a flash of though—a wish he found me beautiful.
Where the heck did that come from?
I should care less what he thought about my looks, yet when his golden eyes traveled the expanse of my body, appreciation crossing his features, I felt proud and immensely powerful.
I did as trained, striding to the door and pressing the large black button next to the doorframe. The action would turn on a red light outside, indicating I entertained a client. Luarian would be so happy.
He appeared startled as he looked at me, especially when I squared my shoulders, walked over, and grabbed his hand.
“Let’s get to it, big boy.”
I turned toward the bed, tugging him along behind me… which was like trying to move a bus. I glanced back, catching a wash of confusion flicker over his handsome features.
“Are you?” He swallowed hard. “Are you sure, little one?”
What the hell did he think was going to happen in here? Plastering on my best come-hither smile, I tugged at his hand.
“Of course, I’m sure.”
Granted, if I had my choice, I’d spend the night alone drinking wine and eating the alien version of bonbons, but Luarian had been plain. And I was smart enough to knowthat despite being the futuristic equivalent of a saloon girl, my chances of survival were much better staying put on this ship until I could figure a way to escape.
And if God, fate or whatever, decided my first customer would be an alien version Jamie Frasier, I wasn’t about to balk at the gift.
Smiling, I walked backward, pulling him along until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I sat, feeling awkward and unsure. I hadn’t tried to seduce anyone in close to forty years, although from the growing strain against the crotch of his leather breeches, I didn’t think there was much need for seduction.
Releasing his hands, I leaned back, propping myself upon my elbows and arching my back. My boobs were always my best feature, and in this pink Fredericks of Hollywood get-up they looked fantastic, if I did say so myself.
Mr. Gorgeous Alien seemed to think so too. His golden eyes centered on my chest as the tip of his tongue made a slow foray around the edge of his lips.
His lips.
Shit.
Kissing?
