X laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You're wrong."
"No, you said it yourself. I'm a distraction you can't afford. Since you know I'm not working for the enemy, the safest solution would be to send me back to Earth."
The regent's eyes narrowed. "You know my terms."
Sylvie rolled her eyes and pressed her hand to her hip, giving him a look that her grandmother would be proud of.Men and their hormones.
This time his laugh was genuine. "You Earthlings. Your irreverence is refreshing."
"Fine. Great. Whatever." Sylvie crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm a barrel of laughs. This isn't getting us any closer to figuring out where, or in whom, the enemy is hiding."
X's expression grew serious. "You're right. Something's been bothering me about the guards. I mean, they were able to exchange energies. Passing a jolt like that between the two of them should have forced them back into gelatinous form."
Sylvie ran a hand through her hair. "Not if they only pretended to exchange energies. They're natural mimics, right? So maybe they just imitated the flash."
"Of course!" The regent smoothed his hands over his face. His features were tight, his eyes lackluster at best. He was tired. This crisis had been hard on him and almost being kidnapped had to be a wake-up call.
No sympathy! He's trying to convince you to sleep with him for a ticket home.Besides, no one tried to dissecthim.
X headed to the food console as Sylvie sunk down in a nearby chair. His strong shoulders were tight, the muscles flexed as if tight with tension. Something deep inside of her wanted to offer him relief, but she just couldn’t seem to get past herself.
He dialed up a plate of edibles and two cups of clear, sweet water before moving to set them on the table before her.
"That's why there were two guards." He sat and popped a few morsels into his mouth, talking around a mouthful of food. "They knew our protocol and made sure the two guards stayed together so that, when an energy exchange was needed, they could imitate one.”
Sylvie made a small frown. "It's impolite to talk with your mouth full."
She picked up a small, round piece of... something. It was vaguely sweet, and delicious. She glanced up at him as he frowned.
"Impolite? Maybe on Earth but not here."
X was tucking the food away, and she couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since he'd eaten. The food was delicious no doubt, but the strong movement of his jaw as he chewed and the concentrated look in his eye almost melted her.
“X. Can I ask something personal?” She sat back, forcing herself to be brave.
“Of course.” He glanced up, lifting his finger to his mouth and licking in long strokes.
Her stomach tightened painfully. Taking a shaky breath, she forced herself to ask. “What’s Zantharian anatomy like? Can you compare it to a human’s for example?”
“I’m not quite sure what you’re asking, Dr. Cohen. Be straightforward and ask your questions. I don’t have time to figure out what you’re hinting at. Nor do I have the energy.” He sucked the last bit off his finger as his eyes lit up again.
He knew exactly what she was talking about.Ass.
“Your reproductive organs. Are they similar to a human male’s?”
Much to her horror, he stood and smiled, sliding his hand over his sarong and pulling it up as she turned her head away.
“X. Damn. I didn’t say I wanted to see it.”
“I want you to. Stop being shy and look over here. I’m not going to bite you and you’re a grown woman. Start acting like it.” He reached out and pressed his fingers under her chin, forcing her to turn to him.
His cock was thick and twice the size of any human male she had seen. The physiology of it was exactly the same, but the veins just under his skin seemed to pulse with electrical currents. Sylvie swallowed hard and glanced up at him.
“It gets hard?”
“Mostly when you’re around, but yes… it gets very hard.” He released the covering that hugged his waist and sat back down, picking something from her plate and sitting back.
The man acted as if they were talking about the weather.
