Page 19 of Her Alien Spy
She felt Andethor tense, and she glanced toward where Xiaron was. He’d apparently gotten restless, and was stalking away from the two Cendilax females. He walked toward the building where there were washrooms and showers, and Andethor gave her thigh a squeeze.
“Let’s see if we can get off this damned planet soon,” he muttered, and she laughed and gave his shoulder a pat.
“Want backup?” she asked. He was about to answer, and then she saw his eyes narrow slightly, as if he was reconsidering something.
“Actually, yes. If you wouldn’t mind,” he said, and she grinned, nodding. He stood up and held his hand out, helping her up. “We earned an actual vacation after this,” he muttered as they walked together in the same direction the Paraxian had gone, holding hands as if they were lovers. She squeezed his hand.
“We have. Is it weird that I just kind of want to go home? Movie marathon and takeout, not moving until I’ve become one withthe couch,” she said with a soft laugh, and she caught that grin of his as he looked at her.
“That… actually sounds perfect. Would you be up for letting me in on that dream vacation if we can get out of here soon?”
She nodded, studying him, and it hit her that for that outward appearance he’d always given of a carefree party boy, he’d likely not had much downtime. She shook her head.
“What?” he asked, giving her hand a squeeze as they drew nearer to the streamlined building they’d seen the Paraxian enter.
“I was just wondering how much fun you’ve actually had in the last few years,” she murmured.
He tilted his head, thinking, then gave a small shrug. “It’s hard to have fun when you know you might get called in for a mission at any time.”
“Will you get time off if you get this guy to do what he’s supposed to?” she asked, and he smirked.
“Pretty sure I’m allowed some leave time soon.”
They reached the building, standing in the arched portico that surrounded the building, right next to the door the Paraxian had gone into. Andethor gently pushed her back against the wall andlowered his face to the side of her neck, burying his face there, nuzzling her. It felt all too natural to rest her hands on his hips, to squeeze and massage them as she tried to keep her mind on watching the door.
“You’re not going in there?”
He shook his head. “There might be other people in the washroom with him. Better to get him out here, lure him to a quiet spot,” he explained quietly, his breath warming the side of her neck. A little shiver went through her. Being like this, his big body caging hers against the wall… she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t had more than a few fantasies about the Bellarian that had started out just like this.
“I’m sorry, Julia,” he said quietly.
“Don’t be. There are worse ways to wait for someone.”
He kissed the side of her neck, just beneath her ear, and she knew from the sweetness of it that it was for her, not part of the act, not part of their cover as a horny couple making out wherever they ended up.
She squeezed his hips, softly nuzzling him back. This was the dangerous part of what they were doing. It would be so easy to fall for him, to end up like some lovesick teenager watching thedoor all the time, waiting for the days he finally came back to the station.
Before she could go too far down that path, she heard the door open and felt Andethor tense. He shifted into Savis mode immediately, throwing a roguish grin at the Paraxian when the councilmember looked at them.
“Ah, look, toy. It’s the lucky male from the beach,” he said in his ridiculous Savis voice, and she ducked her head shyly, looking at both of them from beneath her lashes. “She enjoyed watching your Cendilax friends,” Andethor explained.
The Paraxian laughed. “Ah, a dirty little toy. Nothing better in the universe than one of those. And this one has the body to back it up.”
She was watching Andethor, saw him keep that same slimy grin on his face, even as she felt his body tense beside her.
“I mean, the tits alone are… mmm,” the Paraxian said, and she kept her gaze down, reaching over and gently rubbing the base of Andethor’s spine, willing him to stay in character. As tense as his body had become, she was half-sure he’d throttle the Paraxian where he stood, blowing their cover.
“They’re the best thing about her,” Andethor said, looking at her with the bored, petulant gaze he wore so easily as Savis. “Well, that and what’s between her legs.”
The Paraxian laughed. She knew it was all an act. An act she’d agreed to, but damn if she didn’t feel ashamed anyway, her stomach clenching as she did her best to stand there submissively and take it.
“Holes and tits. That’s all they need to have,” the Paraxian said, and Andethor/Savis laughed, nodding enthusiastically. The Paraxian was looking at her in a way that made her want to take the longest shower of her life. “I don’t suppose you share, do you, friend?”
“I think we can work something out,” he answered, and it took everything in her power not to react. She knew Andethor would never let the slimy politician touch her. And if he ever did, she’d happily reward the dickhead with a broken finger our two, and maybe a broken nose to go along with it.
“My day just started looking up,” the Paraxian said, his gaze raking overher body as she stood next to Andethor.
Andethor gave him a grin that matched the Paraxian’s sliminess. “Loaning her out is fun. Keeps her in her proper place,” he said in that grating Savis voice, and the Paraxian laughed, nodding. “What do you say friend? A drink, setting some rules to this agreement?” he asked, gesturing to the small bar at the edge of the beach.
