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Blythe wasn’t certain if she appreciated him having such information, though he’d skillfully turning the subject from her patchwork life to easier topics. His knowing about her childhood made her wonder what else he knew. He’d have made a hell of an investigative reporter.
“Five. Germany twice, but two different cities.” The conversation was miles from where she wanted it to be. It was beginning to seem the date had been a bad idea.
“Then you lived on Jedver and Dantovon and now this new Earth.”
Blythe’s gaze narrowed at the mention of the second planet. Selt met her stare. He displayed no sign of judgment.
He must have known what she was thinking. “Yes, I learned you were on Dantovon. You and many other Earther women. Sex work isn’t immoral in Kalquorian society. It’s a valid career choice, in fact.”
“Although some brothels on Dantovon can be unhealthy, depending on who’s in charge. A lot has changed since your time there, but it doesn’t mean the circumstances are pleasant,” Hadlez sighed.
“The Kalquorian pleasure clubs there have the same strict standards they do on our home planet,” Deram noted. “I hope you worked in a good place.”
“I was careful to choose an employer who’d protect me.” Actually, the Jedver news bureau had assigned her to a brothel she’d felt had beentoosafe. It had afforded her the ability to write an exposé on less savory nearby facilities, however, places which had taken advantage of desperate Earthers who had nowhere go and no one to help them. Many refugee humans had lived in squalid conditions, where they were starved and beaten. Several had died. Thanks to Blythe’s anonymous reporting, the Galactic Council had forced Dantovon to police the brothels more stringently, and regular inspections had been imposed. Deaths and injuries to Earther sex workers on the planet had dwindled to nearly zero in the aftermath.
“Was it a shock to do such work, having come from Earth’s repression?” Hadlez asked.
Blythe chuckled. “I’m afraid I’ll have to disabuse you of any image you might have of me as a trembling innocent. Maybe that was the case for women from the North American continent, where my parents were originally from. Living mostly in Europe, however, there were a sizable number of us who rebelled. Quietly, you understand. Church influence and secret police kept us careful, but I found myself among likeminded people who were eager to expand our horizons.”
The secret clubs she’d frequented had offered an education of their own. Sex, alcohol, drugs…by the age of eighteen, Blythe had indulged in any number of activities Earth would have executed her for if she’d been caught.
“Casual sex isn’t a problem then.” Deram watched her, evaluating.
Something in his stare left Blythe feeling like the nervous virgin she’d insisted she wasn’t. It brought up defenses she hid behind when she felt threatened, and she met his eyes to deny any vulnerability. “It’s the only sex I have.”
“You’re missing out,” Hadlez said.
“It can be exciting, but ultimately, it’s empty.” Selt shrugged. “I don’t do casual, myself.”
Sensing judgment, Blythe scowled. “I have my career to consider. Everything else is secondary.”
“It sounds as if you don’t have experience when it comes to putting actual emotions on the line.” Deram’s intent gaze hadn’t shifted for an instant. Blythe wasn’t sure he’d blinked during the conversation.
She started to squirm. A waiter took her plate away, and she couldn’t remember if she’d eaten what had been on it. “Sentiment is a detriment to my work. How can I report on people if I’m sympathetic toward them?”
“What of when you’re off the clock? What happens when you’re home alone and there’s no one to talk to? To share your joys and frustrations with?”
A memory flashed in her brain; her father backhanding her. She’d been nine years old and bawling brokenheartedly over the friends she’d left behind in Italy after her family had moved yet again.
A more recent memory: her mother screaming she despised Blythe, that she’d laugh when her daughter found herself roasting in hell.
Sharing feelings was dangerous.
Blythe shoved the visions of the past aside. “I do fine on my own.”
“Do you? I wonder.” Deram abruptly beamed a disarming smile, enhancing his gorgeousness a thousandfold so she found it hard to breathe. “I’d planned to invite you to spend the night. Maybe you’d find us too passionate, however, particularly since we Kalquorians like it intense.”
Blythe bristled at the suggestion she couldn’t handle them, but a nervous thrill shot between her legs. She hadn’t yet slept with his kind. The owner of the Dantovonian brothel she’d used as her cover had a policy of keeping his human workers away from Kalquorians. Clans had a habit of buying out Earther prostitutes’ contracts, due to their eagerness to add women to their families. Five years following their civil war, the majority of Kalquorian men continued to find it difficult to attract ‘lifebringers.’
“I’ve heard the rumors about alpha Kalquorian men,” she shot. She downed a quick swallow of the bohut accompanying the pair of spiced sausages she’d been brought. “Does the reality live up to the hype?”
“A question only you can answer.” Deram’s grin was answered by Selt’s and Hadlez’s. “If you think you can handle it.”
Could she handle three men? These three and their perfect, muscular bodies and assured smiles?
Of course. Women who have far less experience have done it. Maybe I’ll teach these guys a thing or two.
The idea appealed to her. She’d love to see the gorgeous trio naked. To feel them against her. In her. The crotch of her panties was abruptly wet.
