She opened the patches and applied them to his wounds.
And tried really, really hard not to look at the naked body that had shifted to a beautiful warm brown color. Especially the male parts.
No matter how she told herself she wouldn't look at his male parts, her gaze drifted there. She wanted to think it was because of its impressive size and not because of any personal desire to explore said part.
“And put something over that, would you?” she said.
“As you like.”
A pair of shorts covered his genitals.
A pair of very tight shorts.
So tight, he might not have had anything on at all.
She sighed again.
This was going to be a challenge.
He was going to be a challenge.
13
All system operations normal.
The words flashed behind his eyes. He’d healed. According to his internal systems and nanites, he was fully functional again.
No thanks to the Ambassador. Not that he didn’t appreciate her efforts. That she cared at all about his well-being exhibited considerable compassion and, at least to Kian, showed a potential future with the Terran Empire.
If they lived.
That was yet to be determined.
He shifted, bending his knee, and realized he was still lying on the floor.
But he wasn’t cold.
He didn’t remember putting clothing back on. He'd formed just enough to irritate the Ambassador.
Freya.
Which amused him more than it should have. He liked seeing how she looked so flustered. She got a pink cast to her cheeks that traveled down her throat.
He smiled and stretched his arms. It amused him to antagonize her. Kind of like how he enjoyed provoking Wrathin. But different. She created different feelings in him.
More than the assignment, she created a sense of protective instincts. A need to ensure the tiny female was taken care of.
He opened his eyes and wondered where his Lady in Waiting was.
She was an—
She was lying right next to him on the floor.
He sat up on his elbows. Her dress fanned out, and it was covering both their legs like a blanket.
Was she cold?
Had she thought he was?
