“What do you do on Rozun,” she asked, “with your free time?”
The last thing she expected him to say was, “I grow food to sell at the market.”
Cara’s lips parted.“You’re a farmer?”
“A farmer?” he repeated, frowning, his mind obviously working with his language implant.Finally, he said, “Tev, I suppose.”
Cara smiled, relaxing into him again.“What do you grow?”
“There are no corresponding words in your language.I mostly growpillervapods because they grow well in Rozian soil.Most Luxirians cannot stand the taste, but most species pay well for it.”
“What does it taste like?” Cara questioned, intrigued, feeling a longing she hadn’t felt in a while.
She was the first to admit that she’d slowly been losing her passion for cooking over the years, despite top food critics praising her work.She’d worked her ass off in culinary school, working up from line cook to sous chef to finally being offered a chef position at a hot, local fusion joint in Seattle.Her dream had been realized, but lately, pre-abduction, it had become harder and harder to find inspiration and creativity to create new dishes.
She’d written it off as a slump, telling herself that she just needed a long-deserved break, when she decided to resign as executive chef.Two days after that, as she was planning a trip to Europe, she’d been captured.Turned out her break would be a lot longer than anticipated.
“It is sweet,” Devix said, making a face.“Much too sweet.”
“What, Luxirians don’t like sugar or something?”
“Nix, we cannot palate it.We like meat.Trixavameat specifically.”
“Why am I not surprised?” she murmured, feeling his solid, muscular bulk beneath her.Slowly, she ran her palms down his chest, eliciting a purr from Devix.“You would need a lot of protein to fuel this body.”
His cock was hard beneath her.It had been since she’d first settled herself into his lap.
“Female,” he grated.“Your scent is distracting me.”
“From what?” she questioned softly, eyeing his impossibly velvety-looking lips.She wondered if Luxirians kissed, or if that was strictly a human gesture of affection.
“I wish to know what you do on Earth,” he said.“What do you do in your ‘free time?’” he questioned, repeating her words back to her.
Cara softened and she looked up into his eyes, which were dilated, a tell-tale sign of his arousal.
“I’m a chef,” she replied.“Or, at least, I was.”When she saw his confusion, she said, “I cook food for people.Really, really good food, if I do say so myself.”
He purred, but it sounded slightly higher pitched, as if tinged with his interest.“Tev?I like food.”
Cara laughed, feeling affection for him bloom in her chest, startling but right.“All males like food.It’s like imbedded in your DNA or something.”
“DNA?” he questioned.
“Nevermind,” she murmured, playing with the short, soft hairs at the base of his neck.It looked like he shaved his head, possibly often, but it was already growing back at a quick rate.“You don’t like having long hair?” she couldn’t help but ask.
Devix’s gaze shuttered slightly.“I had long hair once.”
“Not now, obviously,” she said, cocking her head to the side.
“I must wear it shorn now,” he told her.
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask why, but something told her that he didn’t want to talk about it.At least, right at that moment.Still, Cara couldn’t help but wonder about him.
Like, why was he working as a mercenary when he grew crops on Rozun?Why did he have the body and scars of a soldier?Why did he leave his home planet behind?Was it because of the virus that had killed his mother?
If anything, she just had more questions about the alien in front of her.She wanted to know everything about him, but knew she had to tread carefully.He’d been honest up until that point, but she wondered if there were some things about his past that she didn’t want to know.
Shaking herself, Cara decided to change the subject.She shifted on his lap, feeling his cock press up between her spread thighs.She’d only worn a tunic that reached just above her knees and it was bunched around her hips to accommodate his body.
