here,” he said indicating a mesh screen above the buttons. “Speak plainly. It may have trouble understanding your southern accent.”
She had a slight Georgia twang, and he wanted to make it an issue. His differences concerned her from the moment they met. Sadie kept that to herself. She agreed with a quick nod, anxious to see this radio-like panel replicate clothes.
Suddenly the warmth of his chest filled her back before his hand came over her shoulder where he pressed a few buttons. Giving her the five-dollar tour of the controls, he stepped back as she clumsily made a few selections. When she said her bra size, Sadie would swear the captain drew in a long breath. The erection shoving at her back told her she’d heard correctly.
Captain Farkus moved away to stand with his arms folded; his chest swollen and bare. His sex appeal stood around him like a cloak or cape. Why was he single?
He told her to try on the pieces. He waited while she proved each item fit…each item. The jeans seemed to appeal to him more than anything she’d replicated. The last thing she wanted was to arouse him.
The captain abruptly went to the replicator and punched in a series of numbers before a few strings of yarn to the counter. He held out a string bikini, brown ribbons on either side of the panties and a drawstring holding the bra cups together. Her face warmed, sex clenched, and the skin of her inner thighs became moist at the thought of him seeing that much of her body.
“You’re shapelier than our females. Try them on so I know you’re decent,” he urged, handing the white crochet item in her direction.
When she emerged from the bathroom, near naked, she caught the flash of his pectoral muscles flex. He nodded then bolted for the door. “Pack Norese’s things and meet me in the living room in twenty minutes.”
“Wait, Captain,” she called after his hulking form. He stopped without turning around. “Am I going home to Earth? You can’t possibly have a beach up here.” She gestured to the window.
“We enjoy a good swim the same as you, Sadie. It strengthens the lungs, heart, and back muscles,” flexing his back to expand and bunch, highlighting just how big he was. “It’s important exercise for the health of a karuntee warrior.” The tight angle of his chin as he peered back over his shoulder gave the tattoo of the moon situated above his ear the appearance of being in motion when he spoke. "Prepare to leave in twenty minutes.” A walking piece of art.
The stainless steel doors slid apart, the mechanisms whirring when they closed seconds after the captain cleared the threshold. His spicy scent remained.
She dropped to her knees, fingers clasped together and prayed. “Lord, give me strength to endure this adventure I’ve longed for, but certainly wasn’t expecting it to come in such a sizeable package.”
Her mind made up, she hurriedly packed the replicated items then selected a month’s worth of clothes for Norese. For the Captain to be so gruff, he had excellent taste for his little girl. Her clothes were adorable.
She ran into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, then found Norese and gathered her into her arms. Waiting in the living room, she prepared her mind for the next month. She was a prisoner to an alien.
Chapter 5
Two hours later, dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt, and tennis shoes, Sadie stood with the captain in a corridor full of aliens coming and going. Norese held her hand and gave small waves to each as they passed into the bay, like a child standing on the porch watching the older kids going to school. Sadie found the notion endearing. And from the smiles and nods, it was evident Norese held a vital role in this community. Obvious Captain Farkus had a heart under his maudlin grumpy exterior.
Sadie eyed the ceiling down to the tan walls with their gray horizontal stripes. Each parking bay had replicator panels before each shuttle.
“Is this safe? I’ve never ridden