“Thank you. I was trained by the best. I can give you his number if
you’d like? You know, to hone your skills.”
Had she…? She wouldn’t dare! Frukx it all, she had. She’d insulted him. Accused him of not
being as good as her. Worse, until he bested her, she was.
“I should kill you,” he growled to even the score. “You left me there to take the blame.”
“Well, you did murder that poor, defenseless alien.”
He had and didn’t regret it one bit. Apparently, though, she didn’t see his chivalrous deed in the
same light. So, he needed to give her a good reason for his actions. Females loved a hero, and given what he’d suffered – a catch up on his sleep, terrible food resulting in the loss of the few meteoric units he’d gained on his last space trip – she should feel guilty for her treatment of him. Despite his motives, he’d saved her. Never mind she appeared to have her own plan. He acted first. “Can you really call it murder when I did it to save you?”
She choked. “Ha. Save me? What a crock. You did it to steal me, more than likely.”
He shrugged and let his lip curl as she saw through him. “That too. It is what I do. Acquire
precious items.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
She cocked her head and peered at him seriously. “Why me? I mean, why go through the trouble?
You don’t seem like the slaver type.”
“Can’t a male save a female in distress?” He cocked a brow and waggled it.
She didn’t fall for it and yet, that same look got him second servings of dessert at home all the
time. “You don’t strike me as the altruistic type.”
“I’m not. Altruism is for the weak.” A mercenary rule? Of course. An expansion of rule number
one.
“So why come after me?”
“Because I’ve always wanted to bed a barbarian virgin.” A dream he now had to postpone, damn
her.
A very odd snort came from her. “That has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve said so far.”
“No, it’s not.” He frowned as he caught the circle she trapped him in. “I’m sure I’ve said
stupider.” Like just then. What was it about this woman that turned him into a bumbling idiot? He tried to recapture his usual suaveness. “I saw you. I was horny. I came and got you. How was I supposed to know you lied on your resume? I should sue you for false advertising. I would have never ended up in this cell if not for your ‘Hey look at me, I am a rare, certified virgin.’ ”
Her jaw dropped, wide enough to insert… She screeched. “Are you serious? Oh my God. You
are. Unbelievable. And just…no, still unbelievable. There has to be something more. A better reason.
Surely you are not that shallow or stupid. It can’t just be for sex. You are obviously good-looking enough to find a female to bed. Or at least rich enough to pay one to fake it. Coming after me so you could pop my cherry? That’s insane.”
“Well, it wasn’t the only reason.” But it made for better watching. Makl peeked up at the camera
that recorded their fight.
“Aha! I knew there was another reason. What treasure did the rich dude have hidden?”
“Only one item. You.”
“You won’t get me to believe you went through all that trouble just to steal me.”
“But I did. From the moment I saw you, I knew I needed you.”
Funny how the honest claim made her pupils dilate and her lips part. A momentary softness that
quickly disappeared. “Need me for what? And don’t say sex.”
Okay, he wouldn’t say it, but he’d think it because despite her non-virgin status, he still wanted to get between her thighs and make her scream his name. “I was tasked with bringing a human back to my
aunt.”
“You know that just raises more questions than answers because you, of course, purposely don’t
mention for what.”
“And ruin the surprise?”
“I hate surprises.”
“Funny, because you gave me quite the one just a few days ago. Why don’t you answer a few
questions first yourself