only female medical staff may attend them. But
I’d be happy to assist if you find something in the data that requires
clarification.”
The doctor nodded eagerly. “That would be most kind, Tanith,
if the captain would permit.”
Tanith watched as Strom tugged at the edge of his collar. He
looked a little uncomfortable, though not as bewildered as the ensign had been
earlier. He obviously wasn’t mated or maybe he wasn’t sure if he was. The
pheromones worked best on unmated males.
As befitted a married man, the doctor was properly oblivious
to her scent. If tonight didn’t work out, she would have no problem explaining
her little difficulty to him and requesting a sedative to help her sleep. It
was a pity that medical science didn’t have a cure to stop her loving the
treacherous human.
When the doctor announced that he had some patients to
attend to, dinner finished early. Tanith reached for her glass and took another
sip of her drink. She wasn’t going anywhere—yet. Strom moved to the couch,
trying to get away from her. Poor human, he didn’t have a clue what was wrong
with him.
“I’ll have someone escort you to your quarters, Ms. Jasson.”
Yes, he was desperate to get rid of her. She smiled sweetly
at him. “Not yet, Captain, please. I’ve really enjoyed tonight. Couldn’t we
talk for a little while?”
Tanith thought she heard a low groan, but Strom pulled
himself together and assumed his usual urbane demeanor. “Of course, Ms. Jasson,
we should have spoken before now. I realize that the past few days have been
less than comfortable for you. Unfortunately, I was presented with a fait
accompli.”
Strom was surprised that his voice sounded so normal.
Throughout dinner he had felt very strange and he couldn’t fathom his sudden,
intensely lustful reaction to her. Setting her glass down, Tanith rose from the
table and came to join him. Moving to the couch had been a bad idea. At least
he could maintain some distance from her at the table, but now that the others
were gone, this evening was turning into a more intimate occasion than he had
anticipated. Damn Jake, how could he have put him in this position?
Strom edged along the couch until he reached the armrest.
Tanith appeared to be blissfully unaware of his reaction to her. She sat as
close as she could without actually touching him. Her eyes were amazing. It was
one of the first things he had noticed about her. Dark, rich chocolate with a hint
of gold around the irises, and her skin was soft and creamy, without a hint of
a blemish. He found himself desperately wanting to touch it. Dark images
flooded his mind, Tanith writhing under him, her legs wrapped around him,
crying out his name as he plunged into her.
Strom dragged himself back to reality when he realized that
she had asked him a question. He had no idea what she had just said, and when
she stroked his forearm lightly, awaiting his response, her touch felt like
electricity.
“I was just saying that I don’t blame you, Strom. May I call
you that?”
The touching continued, gentle circles this time with her
index finger and he bit his lip, trying not to moan out loud. He wanted to
move, perhaps offer her another drink, but the words refused to come from his
mouth. He sat there, wallowing in the unfamiliar sensation of a female hand.
Who would have thought that his forearm could be such a center of eroticism?
“I know that you’re as trapped in this situation as I am,
but I’ve been so lonely in the brig.”
Her lovely dark eyes filled with tears and Strom’s hand
reached out of its own accord, brushing a tear away from her eye before moving
hesitantly to trace the contours of her mouth. Her lips were incredibly soft.
They parted under his touch and her tongue flicked out, brushing against his
finger, light as a whisper. This time he did groan, before pulling his hand
away as if he had touched a flame.
“I have this burning sensation on my back,” Tanith continued
softly.
I’d be happy to assist if you find something in the data that requires
clarification.”
The doctor nodded eagerly. “That would be most kind, Tanith,
if the captain would permit.”
Tanith watched as Strom tugged at the edge of his collar. He
looked a little uncomfortable, though not as bewildered as the ensign had been
earlier. He obviously wasn’t mated or maybe he wasn’t sure if he was. The
pheromones worked best on unmated males.
As befitted a married man, the doctor was properly oblivious
to her scent. If tonight didn’t work out, she would have no problem explaining
her little difficulty to him and requesting a sedative to help her sleep. It
was a pity that medical science didn’t have a cure to stop her loving the
treacherous human.
When the doctor announced that he had some patients to
attend to, dinner finished early. Tanith reached for her glass and took another
sip of her drink. She wasn’t going anywhere—yet. Strom moved to the couch,
trying to get away from her. Poor human, he didn’t have a clue what was wrong
with him.
“I’ll have someone escort you to your quarters, Ms. Jasson.”
Yes, he was desperate to get rid of her. She smiled sweetly
at him. “Not yet, Captain, please. I’ve really enjoyed tonight. Couldn’t we
talk for a little while?”
Tanith thought she heard a low groan, but Strom pulled
himself together and assumed his usual urbane demeanor. “Of course, Ms. Jasson,
we should have spoken before now. I realize that the past few days have been
less than comfortable for you. Unfortunately, I was presented with a fait
accompli.”
Strom was surprised that his voice sounded so normal.
Throughout dinner he had felt very strange and he couldn’t fathom his sudden,
intensely lustful reaction to her. Setting her glass down, Tanith rose from the
table and came to join him. Moving to the couch had been a bad idea. At least
he could maintain some distance from her at the table, but now that the others
were gone, this evening was turning into a more intimate occasion than he had
anticipated. Damn Jake, how could he have put him in this position?
Strom edged along the couch until he reached the armrest.
Tanith appeared to be blissfully unaware of his reaction to her. She sat as
close as she could without actually touching him. Her eyes were amazing. It was
one of the first things he had noticed about her. Dark, rich chocolate with a hint
of gold around the irises, and her skin was soft and creamy, without a hint of
a blemish. He found himself desperately wanting to touch it. Dark images
flooded his mind, Tanith writhing under him, her legs wrapped around him,
crying out his name as he plunged into her.
Strom dragged himself back to reality when he realized that
she had asked him a question. He had no idea what she had just said, and when
she stroked his forearm lightly, awaiting his response, her touch felt like
electricity.
“I was just saying that I don’t blame you, Strom. May I call
you that?”
The touching continued, gentle circles this time with her
index finger and he bit his lip, trying not to moan out loud. He wanted to
move, perhaps offer her another drink, but the words refused to come from his
mouth. He sat there, wallowing in the unfamiliar sensation of a female hand.
Who would have thought that his forearm could be such a center of eroticism?
“I know that you’re as trapped in this situation as I am,
but I’ve been so lonely in the brig.”
Her lovely dark eyes filled with tears and Strom’s hand
reached out of its own accord, brushing a tear away from her eye before moving
hesitantly to trace the contours of her mouth. Her lips were incredibly soft.
They parted under his touch and her tongue flicked out, brushing against his
finger, light as a whisper. This time he did groan, before pulling his hand
away as if he had touched a flame.
“I have this burning sensation on my back,” Tanith continued
softly.
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