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His heart closed in on itself as he slid the door shut on his future.
Chapter 17
“It might take an extra layer of concealer to cover your tiredness,” the makeup artist, Taylor, said as she fussed over Kendra’s face.
“Do whatever you need,” Kendra said. She’d barely slept the previous night as hurt and anger had churned in her gut.
After being so coldly dismissed by Faron, she’d tried to move on and put it behind her, but nothing had worked. Every time she’d pushed the image of his face out of her head, it had returned with vigor, taunting her. Kendra had tossed and turned the whole night, her thoughts lingering on Faron and his new mate and how happy he would be with her.
She gripped the arms of the chair she sat in. She didn’t care that Ivy was pimping her out to some stranger for this date. All she felt was numb. She should never have opened herself to Faron. She knew he’d reject her when he came to his senses and realized their relationship was ridiculous and could never work.
Kendra scowled at her own reflection. It wasn’t even a relationship. It had been a few dates and a few kisses. Sure, he was an intense guy and had wanted to move things at hyper speed, but they’d have found a balance. It had shown promise, but a few words from his family and the offer of a female, and he’d ditched her.
She grunted to herself as she mindlessly ate a muffin placed in front of her. She barely tasted its sweetness as she stuffed it down, trying to soothe her aching heart with sugar.
“Are you looking forward to your date?” Taylor asked.
“Can’t say I am.”
“Is it a blind date?”
“Pretty much. I don’t even know the guy’s name.”
Taylor swiped a blusher brush across Kendra’s cheek. “How exciting. It must be fun looking for love.”
“I can think of better things to do with my time.”
Taylor squinted at her. “Why are you doing this if you don’t want to find love?”
“It’s business. I had my arm twisted.” She shrugged. “Besides, I’m single. There’s no one waiting for me at home.”
“I wish someone would twist my arm to date lots of hot aliens.”
“You should sign up to My Single Alien,” Kendra said. “They’d love you. I’m sure you’d find true love in no time.”
“True love.” Taylor sighed. “I’d settle for fun dates and a few great nights out with a hot alien. I’m not ready for my one true mate yet.”
“Lucky you. Being in love sucks. I don’t recommend it.”
Ivy sauntered over and studied Kendra’s reflection. “You look exhausted.”
“Well-spotted.”
“Are you ready for your date?”
“It’s not like I have a choice in the matter.”
Ivy quirked an eyebrow. “You can always say no if you have the balls to do so to Diadora.”
“I said I’d do it.” Even in her foul mood, Kendra didn’t want to go up against Diadora. If she lost her job on top of losing Faron, she might decide it was time to step off this space station without a safety suit.
“We’re sending you on a date, not to prison. The least you can do is smile.”
“You try smiling when your dating history is displayed for the world to see.”
“What’s your problem? You’re getting the chance to date loads of hot guys, and it’s all being paid for. Most women would jump at this opportunity.”
“I don’t want to date any guys.”
