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“That’s right,” he said.

I bolted to my feet.

“This. Is. Horseshit!” I said. “I’m not leaving here with you. You’re a damn psycho! I’m staying right here and I’m going to work and save up and get out of here! I thought you people were supposed to be advanced and civilized?”

I gave him the finger.

“And this is how we say, ‘No thanks,’ in an impolite way!” I said.

I marched toward the door, stamping my feet the entire way. I couldn’t believe the balls on this guy. Who did he think he was, thinking he could pass me off as some kind of poor girl in need of his help? Well, fuck him! Fuck him and his entire species!

Fuck them all!

I was a slave to no man—or alien!

I reached for the door.

“I could arrange for you to be taken back to your home planet,” Dyrel said quietly.

My arm froze, unable to move another inch toward that gleaming metal handle.

Home.

“When?” I said, my voice little more than a croak.

“Once we convince my mom we’re in love and we’re going to get married,” he said.

The handle was right there. Right in front of me. All I had to do was reach out and take it.

But I couldn’t.

I had to work for over two years in this place to return home. With Dyrel, it would only take me a month to get the same result. Even if it did take more effort, what was the harm in trying?

I turned back to him.

He stood there with a cautiously optimistic smile on his face.

“Are you interested?” he said.

“Some ground rules before we consider this bullshit crazy plan of yours,” I said. “First, it’s for one month. That’s it. I’ll try my best but if we fail, we fail. You will honor your end of the bargain and send me home. In first class.”

“Fine,” he said. “So long as you try your hardest.”

“Buddy, you don’t know what hard is until you see how I roll! Second, there will be no hanky panky while we engage in this little deal of ours. Understood?”

His eyes passed over me. I noticed a glint of humor in them.

“Fine,” he said. “No… hanky panky. But there might be a need for us to hug, kiss, or do some other activity to convince my mom we’re really in love.”

I ran the situation through my mind. If Titan relationships were anything like human ones, then a little touching would be involved.

“Fine,” I said. “But only what is strictly necessary. By the way, Titans don’t do any strange sex in public events, do they?”

“No. Why? Do humans?”

“No. And I’m not about to start now, buster,” I said, jabbing him in the chest with my finger.

I was surprised when there was no softness there but hard, solid muscle.

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