Alien Overnight by Robin L. Rotham Read Free Book Online

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    “Dr. Teague,” he enunciated clearly, “feminine defiance can have unpredictable effects on my self-control.” Planting his hands on her desk, he leaned into her face.
    “Perhaps you should concede this battle of wills before the guards have to drag me off you.”
    If there’d been anywhere to go, Monica would have taken a hasty step back. As it was, she just about swallowed her tongue.
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    “Are we done here?” the commander asked without backing away. She nodded vigorously. “I’m glad to hear it. The guards will remain, with the continuing stipulation that they’re to leave your presence immediately if they become aroused.”
    “That’s, um, good to know.” Monica blinked repeatedly, desperate to regroup.
    Damn it, she’d let him put her on the defensive again with that ridiculous scare tactic.
    Eyeing him with renewed determination, she said firmly, “Now, unless you need something else, I have a lot of recruits to sort through.”
    It was his turn to blink, she noted with some satisfaction. But then his eyes darkened and he leaned in until his nose nearly touched hers.
    “Are you dismissing me?”
    Every self-preservation instinct screamed to life at the dangerous undercurrents rippling his tone, and deciding a tactical retreat was in order, Monica let her gelatinous knees drop her back into the chair.
    “Gee, was I being too subtle?” The panicked breathiness of her tone kind of ruined the effect, but she stuck it out. “Some of us actually have to work around here.”
    “Mmmm.” His response, like his expression, was unnervingly neutral. “As you wish, Doctor. But do plan to spend the better part of the morning in my office tomorrow. We have a number of details to iron out regarding recruit evaluations.”
    “I’ll ink you in,” she vowed, opening the file folder once more and fixing her gaze to the first typewritten page that presented itself.
    The sound of her office door closing had never been more welcome. Monica yanked off her glasses and collapsed facedown on her desk with a long moan, the relief of having the commander gone so exquisite, it was practically orgasmic. Or so she imagined. If that persistent tingling down south got any more intense, she might find out for real, which was an eye-opening thought. God, he smelled so good, and she was so hungry…
    Perhaps you should concede this battle of wills before the guards have to drag me off you .
    Yeah, right. Obviously the man’s reputation for strategic warfare was well-deserved. He’d certainly zeroed in on her Achilles’ heel with ruthless precision. Jesus, the mental picture he’d drawn of guards fighting to drag his massive body off hers was enough to make her whimper. But not with fright.
    Her stomach rumbled and Monica straightened with another groan, wondering how early she could possibly get away with taking her lunch hour. The groan turned to a laugh—page one of the recruit roster was stuck to her forehead. Yanking it off, she scooped it back in with the other documents and forced her mind back to the job at hand.
    This unsettling distortion of her reality had better right itself overnight, she thought dismally, or she was in for a hell of a day tomorrow, too.
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Chapter Three
    Barely an hour later, Monica slid her lunch tray down the line behind Shelley’s.
    She’d gotten all kinds of funny looks on her way to the cafeteria, thanks to her cadaverous pallor, high-water scrubs and funked-out hair. A glance in the mirror on her way out the door had wrung a curse from her—for what she’d paid, that dye job should have lasted into her golden years.
    “Jeez, Gothchild, are you loading up for some kind of dairy crisis we haven’t heard about yet?”
    Monica glanced down at her tray as she plopped a fourth carton of milk onto it and shrugged. “I like milk. So sue me.”
    She noticed that Shelley took two milks herself, but didn’t comment on it. After all, she, at