“Beaming.” At her blank stare, he added, “Our cellular structure was dissolved, relocated, and reconstructed.”
“Wait, are you saying we teleported?”
“Yes.”
“That’s impossible,” she blustered.
“For humans, perhaps. But my species is more scientifically advanced than yours. I assume I’ve given you enough proof that I am who I claim to be?”
Even the skeptical Colette couldn’t ignore the evidence of her own eyes. Oh fuck. Colette felt herself swaying, borderline fainting, and yet, despite the weakness in her knees, she still slapped his hand when he would have grabbed her.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Try to not fall and injure yourself then. Our medical unit is undergoing maintenance at the moment.”
Her lips pinched as she fought past the shakiness of her limbs and mental state. “I’ll be fine.”
She hoped.
Being aboard a spaceship with an alien made her wonder about her safety. Everyone knew ETs liked to probe.
The reminder had her inspecting Cade, from his face to his chest, taking in the wide shoulders and muscled arms. So very muscled… It might be rude, but her gaze dropped lower, past the V below his navel to his groin and dick. Yes, dick. Definitely a boy alien. Cade might be a freakish blue, but his man parts didn’t appear abnormal. No spikes or eyeballs. No teeth on the tip, or dripping acid, although his girth did widen her eyes. How big could it grow?
“If you don’t want to be touched, perhaps you shouldn’t be admiring my shaft.”
Heat filled her cheeks as he caught her inadvertently staring. Not used to being on the defensive, she resorted to attack. “What happened to your clothes? My clothes? Why are we naked?” It occurred to her only in that moment that she wore not a stitch.
The ship’s computer answered. “Given the level of soiling in the fabric, it seemed better to dispose of the garments.”
“You should have asked. Replace them at once,” Colette huffed.
“Of course.” Bzzz. A compartment opened in the wall and showed a stack of neatly folded fabric.
Colette snatched at the pile and hastily tugged on the smock top and pants. Cade took his time pulling on the bottoms but didn’t bother with a top. Probably on purpose, because he knew his abs would be distracting.
Clothing helped Colette feel more in control. She crossed her arms, put on her don’t-fuck-with-me face, and barked, “Why have you abducted me?”
“Hardly abducted. You asked for proof. I provided. As mentioned previously, I am here at the behest of our Oracle, who has asked for me and Jaspar, my travel companion, to forge a partnership with you that we might facilitate the matching of worthy warriors with human females.”
“Oracle, as in someone who predicts the future?” Her nose wrinkled.
“Sometimes. The Oracle is someone who can communicate with the spirits who have passed on, which makes her very knowledgeable.”
“And this Oracle sent you to me, specifically?”
“Is there another Colette Wilson at your coordinates?”
“No.”
“Then, yes, you are the person the Oracle claims we must treaty with.”
She couldn’t help but exclaim, “Why me?”
“Because apparently you are best suited for sourcing suitable females for our warriors to bond with.”
The archaic speech, while understandable, took a second to puzzle out. “You want to use my matchmaking service to find brides for other blue aliens.”
“Yes.”
