survivors he always found a reason to go there too, just to keep an eye on her.
Something had to be done, and soon. Maybe if he had her, shared sex with her, he could finally move on and forget her. He had a job to do, and building a relationship with a female just wasn’t feasible at this time. Finding the Morins was his top priority. Then he would have to go back to his home world. Ava was planning on living on Katiera. How would a long-distance relationship work if they were on two different planets? What bothered him the most was that he didn’t really believe that being with her just once would be enough.
Should he cancel going to dinner? No, it was too late to do that. Besides, Lizzie would be furious with him if he cancelled at the last minute without a good reason. He would go, but he would find a reason to leave early, to avoid any uncomfortable situations.
*****
Three hours later Ava found herself standing outside Commander TylOR’s quarters, unsure what to do and why she was there. She barely knew the commander, and she hadn’t met his mate yet. What would she be like? She was probably tall; leggy with big boobs. That seemed to be what AshOR liked, at least.
Ava knew she wasn’t bad looking. She never had problems with men asking her out. Even though she usually dressed casually with very little makeup, when she put in effort she could look quite attractive. She had honey-colored blonde hair, and she thought her pale blue eyes were her best feature.
She looked down at her tight black cocktail dress. Why did she let Megan talk her into wearing this? All she had packed were jeans and t-shirts. Megan had come over briefly while she was getting dressed and was livid that she was attending a dinner looking like a teenager at the mall.
She was wearing heels and her feet were hurting already. The heels also belonged to Megan. She was going to have blisters in the morning. Why did she make such an effort to dress up for this? She reached out a hand to knock but pulled it back. Maybe she could call and tell them she was sick with something. She turned and started to leave when she head the door behind her open.
“Going somewhere?” A deep male voice called out.
Ava closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew that voice. She turned back around and faced the man standing in the open doorway.
“Good evening, Commander AshOR.”
Chapter 8
Ava knew she was blushing. Why did seeing him make her pulse beat faster and her body heat up? This was a bad idea. She should have cancelled.
“Let the poor woman inside, AshOR,” a woman’s voice called out from the other side of the doorway. She had a bit of a Southern twang to her voice.
AshOR stepped to the side, but not too far, forcing Ava to brush against him as she passed him. She stiffened when he leaned toward her and sniffed the air around her. Damn their super senses. What did he smell on her? She tried to ignore him as she moved further into the large quarters.
It was bigger than her quarters, and even bigger than what she had briefly seen of AshOR’s. Hers only had a bathroom and one main room with a bed, a small table, and two chairs. This one was much larger, probably similar to a presidential suite on Earth. It had a nice dining area, a sitting area with two couches, and a hallway that he assumed led to bedrooms.
The very short red-haired woman standing next to AshOR’s brother TylOR, snagged her attention.
“It is good to see you again, Miss Collins.”
“Thank you for inviting me, Commander.”
“Please call me TylOR. This is my mate, Dr. Elizabeth Connell.”
The short woman stepped forward and offered her hand. “Call me Lizzie.”
“I’m Ava.” She shook the woman’s hand, then paused. “Wait, Dr. Connell? Didn’t you help create the cultural classes taught on the transports?”
“Yes, she did,” TylOR said with pride, making Lizzie blush.
“I had help from Dr. Morris and others who
Something had to be done, and soon. Maybe if he had her, shared sex with her, he could finally move on and forget her. He had a job to do, and building a relationship with a female just wasn’t feasible at this time. Finding the Morins was his top priority. Then he would have to go back to his home world. Ava was planning on living on Katiera. How would a long-distance relationship work if they were on two different planets? What bothered him the most was that he didn’t really believe that being with her just once would be enough.
Should he cancel going to dinner? No, it was too late to do that. Besides, Lizzie would be furious with him if he cancelled at the last minute without a good reason. He would go, but he would find a reason to leave early, to avoid any uncomfortable situations.
*****
Three hours later Ava found herself standing outside Commander TylOR’s quarters, unsure what to do and why she was there. She barely knew the commander, and she hadn’t met his mate yet. What would she be like? She was probably tall; leggy with big boobs. That seemed to be what AshOR liked, at least.
Ava knew she wasn’t bad looking. She never had problems with men asking her out. Even though she usually dressed casually with very little makeup, when she put in effort she could look quite attractive. She had honey-colored blonde hair, and she thought her pale blue eyes were her best feature.
She looked down at her tight black cocktail dress. Why did she let Megan talk her into wearing this? All she had packed were jeans and t-shirts. Megan had come over briefly while she was getting dressed and was livid that she was attending a dinner looking like a teenager at the mall.
She was wearing heels and her feet were hurting already. The heels also belonged to Megan. She was going to have blisters in the morning. Why did she make such an effort to dress up for this? She reached out a hand to knock but pulled it back. Maybe she could call and tell them she was sick with something. She turned and started to leave when she head the door behind her open.
“Going somewhere?” A deep male voice called out.
Ava closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew that voice. She turned back around and faced the man standing in the open doorway.
“Good evening, Commander AshOR.”
Chapter 8
Ava knew she was blushing. Why did seeing him make her pulse beat faster and her body heat up? This was a bad idea. She should have cancelled.
“Let the poor woman inside, AshOR,” a woman’s voice called out from the other side of the doorway. She had a bit of a Southern twang to her voice.
AshOR stepped to the side, but not too far, forcing Ava to brush against him as she passed him. She stiffened when he leaned toward her and sniffed the air around her. Damn their super senses. What did he smell on her? She tried to ignore him as she moved further into the large quarters.
It was bigger than her quarters, and even bigger than what she had briefly seen of AshOR’s. Hers only had a bathroom and one main room with a bed, a small table, and two chairs. This one was much larger, probably similar to a presidential suite on Earth. It had a nice dining area, a sitting area with two couches, and a hallway that he assumed led to bedrooms.
The very short red-haired woman standing next to AshOR’s brother TylOR, snagged her attention.
“It is good to see you again, Miss Collins.”
“Thank you for inviting me, Commander.”
“Please call me TylOR. This is my mate, Dr. Elizabeth Connell.”
The short woman stepped forward and offered her hand. “Call me Lizzie.”
“I’m Ava.” She shook the woman’s hand, then paused. “Wait, Dr. Connell? Didn’t you help create the cultural classes taught on the transports?”
“Yes, she did,” TylOR said with pride, making Lizzie blush.
“I had help from Dr. Morris and others who
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