Page 8 of Her Alien Hero
Straightening my shoulders, I began stripping. "If you're watching, enjoy the show, creeps." I didn't know if they could see me and I didn't care. Modesty had never been a major concern. My body wasn't perfect, but Jeremy had always treated me like a goddess, and that confidence carried through even after his death.
I deftly slipped the fork into the messy clothing pile, then tested the water with a finger.Not too hot or too cold.The faucet still ran, and I gripped the edge and slid inside.
With a quick hiss, the water stopped. My weight or some other alien technology had forced it to stop. They might think they were winning me over, but I wouldn't hesitate to fight naked if it came down to it. If their aim was to disconcert me, they’d be sadly mistaken.
I sat in the water, listening for any signs of movement or whoosh from the entryway.
Nothing. Utter silence, except for a low drone vibrating from underneath.
Satisfied I truly had privacy, I leaned against the tub.
A meal and a bath within an hour of being kidnapped. What kind of abductors are these guys?
I remembered the ones asleep on those tables. Was that my fate? To be put under and experimented on? What if my idea of mating was nothing like theirs?
"What are you doing?" growled a voice from behind the screen.
My entire body jerked in startlement, sending water sloshing over the tub. The gravelly voice told me Voren—the alien who scared me much more than Baraxen—must've snuck inside.
"What does it sound like I'm doing?" I said, keeping my tone even, my words steady.
He stomped around the screen and came into view. His golden eyes burned with anger or something close. "You were supposed to get suited up." He tossed a square package onto the floor. "Not lounge around like a queen."
I wanted to shrivel under his stare, to dunk myself in the water and hide until he left.
Instead, I shrugged. "Brax told me to eat, bathe, and change." With exaggerated slowness, I grabbed the bar of soap and began rubbing it in my hands for lather.
Voren stepped closer, the scowl turning his lips downward, making his face even angrier than before. His booted foot stepped on my pajamas and underwear, where the fork hid.
A moment of panic flew through my chest.If he finds it, I'm doomed.
His hand reached out faster than I could follow, and he grabbed the hair at my nape.
I stopped breathing. His grip wasn't exactly painful, but it wasn't comfortable, either.
He leaned down, bringing himself so close, pushing his cheek next to mine. "Do you know how easily the human body breaks?"
Licking my lips, I couldn't stop staring at the black horns flanking his forehead.Their tips look sharp.
"Do you?" His tongue flicked out as he spoke, revealing the split at the end.
"Well, we do break pretty easy. I once fractured my tailbone in a fall. Hurt like a bitch for months." I smiled, hoping it didn’t look like a grimace. "Seems like Volderens can break, too, especially in their crotch area."
He continued staring at me. His eyelids narrowed. "Why are you not afraid?"
Was he fucking kidding? He terrified me.
"I lived in fear all my life until I met my husband. He showed me only weak men hurt others."
"Are you insinuating I'm weak?" He tilted his head and lowered his gaze to my chest.
I glanced down. My nipples hardened, and I fought an urge to cover them.
"Well, you're not a man, so I can’t say for sure."
His attention shot to my face. "That's a blessing for both of us."
I frowned, trying to figure out what he meant.
