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And why do I think of this so much?
All I should be worried about is figuring out a way to get in contact with the right authorities to give them my evidence. But last night, as I went to bed and fell asleep, all I could think of was that sexy Hyrrokin next door in his own room. Stripping, using the cleansing unit and changing into dark pajamas. What would he look like naked? And how thick is his cock?
I sit up and push my hair back from my face.
What is wrong with me? Why do I continue to think this way about him? I can’t possibly hook up with the male I’ve already declared is simply my boss and temporary host.
There’s a light tap on the door. “Come in,” I answer brightly, expecting the cleaning bot. My eyes track the shiny, metallic machine as it wheels around the room. It must’ve snuck into my bedroom earlier because the stone fireplace is already lit. Cheery red and orange flames crackle amongst the ebony logs. I love the feel of the morning cool against the warmth of the fire.
Originally, I arrived when Tarvos was still in full-on “paradise mode,” but then it soon morphed into a month of dark, treacherous rainy season. And now it’s all over. I’m safe, dry, clean and unhurt at the Flagstone ranch, under the protection of the amazing Thorn Flagstone, the male I’ve quickly learned is a sweetheart hiding under a covering of red skin and black horns.
I stretch again, feeling so damn lucky.
Living at Brimstone mansion was highly stressful, causing me to listen for every sound. Then the rainy season stressed me the fuck out further because I was not used to rains like that on New Earth. I was alone in my room in the mansion, crying, thinking that the whole place was going to come down around my ears or that I was going to get attacked and raped that night. Every single sound caused terror and I trusted no one.
I continue to be amazed that I healed so quickly in that fancy med lab. Everything I went through physically...I should still be lying here half comatose, every muscle sore, with stitches on my wounds. Because I know what it's like to grow up without a med lab and to live off homegrown remedies. There wasn't a med lab in our area of New Earth until I was a teenager. Med labs were then standardized and provided free of charge throughout the four sectors, reaching even the poorest communities like my backwater planet where the humans lived.
Thorn has a private med lab. Not just a med lab in the nearest town, but his very own med lab on the vast property he owns. He didn’t say anything, but I know how expensive it is to install a personal med lab. That male acts like he’s an ordinary Hyrrokin,but I suspect he and his brothers are very wealthy property and business owners in this part of the planet.
I throw back the covers and stand barefoot on the cool wood floor. Even though I still have the mafia coming after me, being able to stay here gives me hope and energy to keep going.
I can do this. The worst part is over—I got out alive and found a safe place to hide. Now my job is to keep these beings around me at the ranch safe too. They shouldn’t be punished for keeping me in their midst. And I have to do my best to pass on my evidence to the right authorities so their Queen can be saved. I don’t have a tablet anymore or any way to get in touch with the outside world. Plus, I don’t trust anyone, so this is going to be hard. But I still have in my pocket the chip with the recording of Rokena’s meeting and all their plans. Somehow, even though I’m in this remote location, I have to find a way to pass on my info.
“What time is it?” I question the bot.
The cleaning bot shows a display to let me know it’s eight o’clock in the morning. And then it lets me know that my shoes are all fixed and clean, waiting for me in the closet. How sweet, the bot cleaned my shoes for me again after I wore them for a short time last night. “Thank you.”
I take a shower and get dressed.
My hair is given the typical shiny blow out, but this time I ask for some loose waves. My skin is left moisturized everywhere and feels soft to the touch. I again apply a light touch of makeup.
A yellow tube top and tan ankle pants look nice for today. No jewelry and my sensible, flat slip-ons are a perfect fit, so I can easily work in these clothes too. I check myself out in the mirror, liking what I see. The tube tops are good for me because I have a small waist in proportion to the rest of my body, and to be truthful, my breasts are my best feature. I have a roll in my back and my stomach isn’t remotely flat, but I like what I see. I’m notused to letting my thick arms be this exposed, but on the other hand the freedom feels good. I think I look pretty darn good if I must say so myself. I might’ve even lost a few pounds or added a bit of muscle definition after so much anxiety, food I wasn’t really wanting to eat, and all that time hiking through the jungle. Not that I care much about losing weight, this is me and if you don’t love me as is then you can look elsewhere, is my motto. Mainly I feel good and healthy and even a bit stronger after the trials of the last two months, and this is what matters.
And then I think again of my host, my employer, Thorn Flagstone. I turn again in front of the mirror, looking at myself front and back. Will he like how I look in this outfit? Because I’m pretty certain I caught him staring at my ass last night.
I roll my eyes and grumble. Why do I care what he thinks of how I look? I should be affronted that he was looking at me with heat in his eyes because I very forcefully let him know there would be nothing between us. But that was before I got to know him better. I’ve now met basically everyone he’s close to and I’ve been welcomed onto his ranch and into his home. I’ve learned that even though he might look like a satanic-being from my darkest nightmares, he’s truly a kind and generous man underneath.
“Is Thorn still home?” I question the cleaning bot who still stands at attention.
No answer.
I sigh. The chances are slight because I’m certain he’s long gone and I’m the one who slept in late. No harm in trying to find him, though, because I feel a very strong need to see him again.
I exit my room and move to down the hall to gently tap on his nearby bedroom door and wait patiently, but no answer. Growing up, we’d all rise before dawn, getting all the animals fed and cared for, the gardens tended and the chores finished before the hottest part of the day. There’s so much to do on a farm,and this ranch is so much bigger. Yeah, he’s long gone. Probably been working for hours already.
And I’m disappointed to be alone and not have him nearby. I miss him.
I place my palm against my chest, struck by a serious thought. I think I’ve got a crush on this guy. Like, I’d love it if he were home right now and I could be in his bed with him, making out. Just the thought of him is not only causing that swooping feeling in my stomach, but also a rush of warm heat between my thighs.
Not good.
We’re not even the same species, which means the way his culture finds and keeps mates is very different from my own. And yes, he sits close and gives me heated glances and holds my hand. I’m ninety-nine percent certain I could jump on him in his bed and he’d be happy to have sex with me. But I’m a virgin because I don’t do hook ups. I prefer to wait for the real thing and an affair with this sexy rancher before leaving back to return to my own home planet isn’t a good plan. My heart isn’t built for that, which is the main reason why I’m still single. I want all the commitment and haven’t yet found someone who is as serious about monogamy as I am.
The house is full of light. I lean against a railing that lets me see the living, dining and kitchen area down below, as well as through the massive front windows and out to the views. There are even skylights in the roof. This is thrilling to me. I’m the type of person who always opens curtains and window coverings to let in natural light. This is my first sighting of the house from this vantage point in the daylight and it’s truly stunning.
I make my way downstairs, hoping to find something in the kitchen besides Traq.
The enormous stone fireplace is even more amazing this morning and I pause to look through the wall of windows. Farin the distance are tiny dots of activity of Hyrrokin moving back and forth near the barn. And I think I even see Thorn. They’re all by the pens, working with the animals. And I’m so curious about these horned animals that Thorn calls pyrotaurs and the others called riding beasts. They are so different from anything I’ve encountered on my planet.
