“Wait, you’re saying they killed one of the Xamians?” Colette had heard the name enough to say it properly.
“He did, and got in trouble for it because there were many who’d wanted to question him.” The doctor then hurriedly added, “I promise that won’t happen with Cade.”
“I believe you, but I don’t get the impression the colonel would be so kind.”
“He’s an idiot. Thank goodness the general is more levelheaded.” The doctor tapped a pen against the steel counter. “Think Cade would be willing to give a semen sample?”
The question, out of the blue, had Colette coughing, and she hadn’t recovered when Cade emerged with his plastic cup—which held a pale blue fluid.
He glanced at Colette, and his face turned stony as he growled, “What did you do to her?”
“Nothing,” Colette hastened to reassure.
“Thank you for the sample.” The doctor plucked the container from him and placed it in a fridge.
“Are we done?” Cade asked.
“Just one more request. Could I get some semen to examine?”
Cade arched a brow. “You wish us to fornicate?”
“What? No!” The doctor blushed. “If you could give me a sample, it would be much appreciated.” Ouellet produced another cup.
“You wish me to manipulate myself to completion?” Cade sounded astonished.
“Does your kind not masturbate?”
“Only if there is no other recourse and we are in great need.”
“Oh.” The doctor sounded disappointed, which might be why Cade added, “With the right incentive, though, I might be able to produce.” His gaze went to Colette, and her cheeks heated.
It took Ouellet a moment to comprehend. Her glance went from Colette to Cade before she smiled in understanding. “I think that would be up to Ms. Wilson.”
Which led to them both looking at her.
“Uh…” The brass-balled businesswoman was at a loss for words. Her staff would be astonished.
“How about if I leave you alone to discuss it?” Ouellet quickly took herself out of the room, leaving behind an awkward silence.
Awkward for Colette, at least.
Cade placed the cup on the counter. “I am guessing by your reticence that you do not wish to participate. Understandable. You have formed a bond with Jaspar, obviously, and do not wish to?—”
At his erroneous assumption, Colette shook her head. “It’s not that. It’s just… This whole situation is weird.”
“You don’t say,” his dry drawl.
“You’ve been so good about all this. I’m sure no one will be upset that you balked.”
“I am willing. It is simply not something I do often, and when I do, there’s usually some kind of visual to make it easier.”
“What kind of visual?”
“The naked form of a female. Watching videos of others copulating.”
“Something to get you in the mood,” Colette murmured before eyeing the ceiling with the watching camera. A camera that would record anything she did. That could be watched by anyone.
She stalked to the bathroom Cade had used and peeked inside. No spying lenses. She turned and beckoned to Cade.
