Enemy Overnight by Robin L. Rotham Read Free Book Online Page B

motion similar to intercourse.”
    The crowd of macho warriors took a moment to eye each other suspiciously and Shauss looked skyward with a sigh. What was Ketrok thinking, going on about the probe’s intercourse functions? Shauss had incorporated the penile matrices not with males in mind, but with some vague idea of using them to torture Monica.
    That would teach him to indulge his libidinous impulses in the tech labs.
    Hastion groaned, his agitation growing as the probe’s sinuous, seductive finger zeroed in on his prostate. The heightened color in Monica’s cheeks as she watched told Shauss she wasn’t as detached as she liked to pretend—the hardened nipples straining against her wrapsuit told him it was time to get her out of there before she started emitting a pheromone stream that would make it impossible to protect her.
    Grabbing her arm, he pulled her into the corridor. “What was so important that it couldn’t wait until after the demonstration?”
    She shot him a glare. “It could have waited, but you’d have disappeared. Again.”
    “I never disappear, Monica. Empran is aware of my whereabouts at all times.”
    “Empran is a cold bitch who lives to fuck with me.”
    “Empran is a computer,” he said as he ducked into a nearby consult room. “She doesn’t live, and she certainly doesn’t fuck with anyone.”
    “That’s what you—” Thud! “Ouch!”
    Shauss turned to see her kick the half-open door as she rubbed her forehead.
    “God damn it, see what I mean?” she snarled, wrapping her hands around the door’s edge and forcing it open far enough to slide into the room. “Fucking cyber-bitch! I swear to God she’s out to get me.”
    He tried not to feel guilty about ordering Empran to make it difficult for Monica to follow him. The computer had obviously taken his orders a little too literally.
    Knowing exactly why she was stalking him, he invited her to sit at the consult table.
    “You’ve been avoiding me,” she accused as she flopped into the chair.
    “I’ve been busy.”
    “Busy, my ass. Doing what?”
    “Well, you don’t think that myzare probe was actually designed with prostate stimulation in mind, do you?”
    “So that’s your doing, huh? Very original, but it couldn’t have taken that long to reprogram it.”
    “Monica,” he said in an eminently reasonable tone, “I do have obligations as an officer of the Garathani fleet, and in addition to my regular duties and modifying the probe, I’ve been assisting with evacuee management—not to mention trying to track down Pret’s accomplices.”
    “Yeah, and you have a mate you haven’t set eyes on since the day we rebonded.”
    “That was only two days ago, and Kellen and I have both been busy.”
    “At least Kellen slept with me last night. You couldn’t even be bothered to answer my messages.” When he didn’t reply, she continued. “You just got back together with us to protect me from having to accept another mate, didn’t you? Admit it—I was a pity fuck.”
    His bark of laughter was harsh. “You have the nerve to say that to me ?”
    She recoiled as if he’d struck her. “You’re not a pity fuck to me, Shauss,” she said in a dangerous voice. “I thought we both benefited from being bonded.”
    “We do,” he said, striving for a reasonable tone. “And I’ll take ample advantage of those benefits when time allows.”
    Monica stared at him for a moment, and then said, “Kellen explained to me about your spur being…the wrong shape for my nook. I didn’t know that could happen.”
    It took every ounce of his self-control to meet her gaze because, to a certain extent, she was correct about his motives for rebonding with them. The realization that her nook was too small to accommodate his unusually wide spur had rung the death knell for any hope that he might one day be on equal footing with Kellen in their bond, but he hadn’t wanted to force her into accepting another mate she neither knew nor