Alien Romance: RAYER: Space Warrior's Mail Order Bride (Space Beasts Book 2)
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Simone’s stomach growled for sustenance, and she set upon the breakfast with relish. If they had intended to poison her, they would have done it already, so she figured it was worth the risk. That was, unless, Storm Kar had realized he was wasting his time trying to convince her that they were meant to be together and had decided to dispose of her. Whatever the case, it made a tasty last meal.
After she had sated her hunger and enjoyed a couple of cups of the delicious tasting juice that had been provided, she took another look around. This time, she discovered a second room leading off from the dining chamber, which served as a kind of bathroom and water closet.
Feeling grubby and eager to get out of her clothes, she managed to work out how to work the elaborately looking faucet and poured hot water into the huge half oyster shell that served as a bath.
Stripping off her clothes, she sank gratefully into the water. The tension and stress of what happened with the fearsome alien began to ebb away and she closed her eyes. Her mind replayed all the crazy events up to when she investigated the strange noise in the reserve.
She pictured Storm Kar again, before she’d pulled off his hood, and her imagination lingered over his smooth, sculpted torso and broad arms. His tattoos were wonderfully exotic and the scars on his arms spoke of secrets and struggles.
She remembered the deep timbre of his voice, and though he had been gruff and intimidating, she found that she liked listening to it. It had a sultry, erotic quality to it that pressed all her buttons. The more she thought about him and his powerful voice, the more her pulse quickened.
She felt the tingling swell of her breasts and a blossoming heat gathered between her legs. She stretched out her arms and rested them on the sides of the bath, luxuriating in the sensual feelings that were gathering inside her. She hadn’t felt like this in such a long time.
As soon as she realized that, Dean surfaced in her mind like a ghost and the feeling was suddenly lost. Simone opened her eyes and sat up in the bath. Her heat began to cool and she experienced a pang of guilt at her previous sexual fantasies. It seemed that she was somehow betraying Dean just by thinking about Storm Kar in that way.
No longer in the mood, she started washing herself with the vanilla smelling block of soap that had been set out by the side of the bath. Once she was sufficiently refreshed, she got out of the bath and searched for a towel. She found a clean and soft animal pelt that looked like it was meant for the same job and once she was dry, she also discovered an outfit of buckskin designed specifically for a woman.
Not really wanting to get back into her old clothes, she opted for this conveniently provided outfit. The one-piece skirt fitted perfectly and using a nearby pyramid mirror, she was pleased to see that it showed off the curves of her hips and complimented her large breasts.
The outfit came with a pair of knee high boots decorated with tassels, and once she put them on she felt a spark of confidence. She always got like this when she felt she was dressed well and coupled with the bath and breakfast, she was ready to take on Storm Kar.
The trouble was he still hadn’t showed up. Wandering out of the bathroom, she ambled around between the sleeping chamber and balcony, but could find no other doorway to take her further into the building. She was essentially trapped until somebody showed up.
Feeling despondent, she went back to the mat and lay down. She was about to close her eyes and drift off to sleep again, when she heard something flittering up above. Looking up, she spotted a tiny golden bird flying in a circle just below the ceiling.
Sitting up on the mat, Simone watched perplexed as the bird came down toward her head. When it got closer, she saw that it was kind of intricate mechanism rather than a living thing and it tweeted happily to itself before it moved into the centre of the room.
As Simone stared at it, a golden light began to emerge from its beak and as it darted around in the air, she suddenly realized it was using the light as ink and was writing a message in front of her eyes. She began reading the glowing, floating words as the bird composed them;
‘Simone, I am deeply sorry at how we left things last night.
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