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“Um, the one on the far right when you’re facing them? She was gone by the time I got there though. But look. I found something curious.” Canting her head, she dug around in her shorts pockets.
All six of them. All of them too tiny to hold much of anything, but oh my fuxxing goddess, she was still searching them a full minute later.
Finally, with a magician’s skill but with none of the finesse, she pulled out a black handkerchief. Emblazoned on its center was the Earth Space Fleet seal.
“Kind of weird that would be here, huh?” she said. “What could they be doing on the same planet asAlien Love Island? And what does Emjay have to do with them?”
Why, indeed. She claimed she wasn’t an assassin, but did she work for Earth Space Fleet? A largely human organization since they were based from, you know, Earth?
We might never know.
I grunted a non-answer to all three of the girl’s questions. “Mind if I take that?”
She shrugged and handed me the handkerchief.
I took it and folded it into my pants pocket. “What took you so long to get back here?”
“Um…I… There were— Uh.” The girl turned an astonishing shade of red I never knew even existed.
But then I nodded when her embarrassment turned crystal clear. “Sex toys in the closet?”
She groaned in frustration and curled her fingers into tiny fists. “I work with Pete all damn day. Do you know how hard that is? How hot he is?”
“No,” I said firmly. “I don’t.”
“You won’t tell anyone, will you?” she asked as she bounced up on her toes.
“Your secret’s safe with me.” I turned and strode back to the platform where the contestants and crew were not so patiently waiting.
This time, I took the stairs, mostly to be close to Nera, if only for a second. She met my gaze with a hearty glint of curiosity in her fathomless brown eyes.
And not a hint of jealousy that I’d been talking to another girl, which made me want Nera even more than I already did. She knew she was completely, unconditionally mine—always—and I was hers for as long as she didn’t know the truth.
My heart clenched at just the idea of her.
I nodded to her on my way past, a promise for later. She nodded back and smiled, a show of trust I wasn’t so sure I deserved.
“You could terraform a whole planet with the amount of sexual tension between you two,” someone joked behind me.
Bling, I thought.
Someone else—yellow-tentacled Nacket—clucked her tongue. “Wish he’d look at me like that.”
Yeah, never going to happen. Nothing against tentacles. I just prefer women with much less slime coating their skin. If that makes me shallow, then so be it.
I took my seat just as Pete jumped up onto the platform again, looking much freer and happier in his still too-tight jeans. But this new pair had a little extra room for growth in the upper part, and Pete took full advantage. He sported an average, human-sized boner, all of its ridges pressed tightly, but not too tightly, to the denim.
I almost felt sorry for the girl on the beach I’d just spoken to who stared at him with her mouth dangling to her feet.
But if he got anywhere close to Nera with that thing, I’d lob it off and feed it to the sharks. Then I’d give him a matching black eye to balance him out a little. It’s the least I could do.
After adjusting his Aviators, Pete raised his hands in the air. “Are you ready?” he shouted.
A cheer rang through the crew and most of the contestants.
The camera drones converged on Pete like he was their savior, and he lapped that attention up with a suggestive swivel of his hips.
The girl on the beach fainted. No joke.
