Page 5 of Her Alien Matchmaker
The subject’s irises pierced me, and for a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe.The weight of his stare felt like a gavel, a judgment of my character and actions.
A trickle of anger shot through my veins.How dare he judge me when it’s beenhispeople hurting humans, abducting them for God knows what.
I held out my hand for the collar control; an adjustable ring that slipped onto my index finger.One small press of my thumb to the button on the side, and the shock would render him unable to move or fight.
The soldier extended his arm and placed the small ring in my palm.
We should’ve used it yesterday.However, anesthesia had always worked, so yesterday’s incident had been an outlier, probably caused by an error in dosing.Well, after today, I won’t see this guy again.No sense in worrying about what went wrong.We can take it up at tomorrow’s quality meeting.
“Sit.”I pointed to the exam table.
The subject glanced at my finger, then at my face.“If Volderens are so terrible and disgusting, why does your government take our DNA and inject it into humans?”
He had a point.“It’s not my job to question XVU motives.”
“No, your job is to create pain, to treat my people as expendable research, without a thought for the lives you take or the harm you cause.”His upper lip curled in disgust, showing a glint of sharp white teeth.He stalked to the edge of the table and sat, giving the guard a defiant stare.
“I’ve got it from here, sir.”I pointed at the ring.
He nodded.“I’ll be right outside.”
“Try to stay off your phone, in case things get hairy again.”I turned to stare at the alien as the door behind me opened and shut.“Remove your shirt, please.If you try anything, well…you know what the collar will do.”Grabbing a pre-filled syringe from the tray, never taking my attention from him, I tapped the plastic and pushed until the liquid shot out.The faint smell of chemicals laced the air.
He narrowed his eyelids.For a moment, the blue light on the collar flickered red, the color indicating its force field had been deactivated.
I blinked, and it remained blue.Just my imagination.There’s no way he can break that thing.
The subject moved his stare to the open lifecord on my desk.His face smoothed, and the corner of his mouth twitched.He grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling the green scrub top upwards, revealing rock-hard abs and pecs.A thin trail of goldish-red hair dipped toward his waist and disappeared under the waistband of the scrub bottoms.
Is he one of the Volderen males who have two penises?I’d never performed any experiments below his waist, and a tiny part of me regretted not knowing in a purely scientific sort of way.I tore my vision away from his lap, fire blooming on my cheeks.What the hell is wrong with me?He’s a patient.Well, maybe not a patient, but still…I’d always been professional.Why the fuck did that thought slip through?
It’s been too long, that’s why.A healthy sexual response at seeing so much skin.
My laptop dinged, the chime telling me I’d received a new email.Keeping my attention on him as he removed his top, I backed away, ready to smash the shock command if he so much as twitched toward me.
Rychek watched through the window.
I gave him a thumbs-up and clicked on the response email.
Understood.Extraction sample confirmed.We’ll send a termination crew to collect him once you’re finished.
My subject lay in repose on the table, resting his hands on his bare stomach.
Ring-ring.
I glanced at the red landline phone.“Shit.”Inhaling a deep breath, I picked up the slim phone from its cradle.“Dr.Lambodino here.”
“Good morning, Dr.Lamb.This is Colonel Desai, and I wanted to personally thank you for the work you’ve done for the Super Soldier program.”
“Oh, thank you, sir.I appreciate it.”
“No, no.We appreciateyou, and nothing makes us happier than to continue sponsoring your son’s enrollment in Blackstar Academy.His teachers give excellent reports of his progress, and say he ranks in the top one percent of his class.”
A knot formed in my stomach.Is this his way of reminding me of my duty, and how quickly they could pull Aaron out of school if I don’t comply?
“He loves it there.”I ran a hand through my bangs, swiping them to the side of my face and tucking them behind my ear.
“Remind me again,” he said while the sound of shuffling papers came through the line.“How much time do you have left on your contract?”
