His back is straight and his shoulders tight when he turns around. This time his eyes don’t quite meet mine when he nods to me. “I hope you slept well?”
“I did. Thank you,” I reply, my voice sounding high-pitched and unnatural to my ears.
He nods again and, without another word, strides past me and out of the kitchen, leaving me looking after him, slack-jawed.
Wow. That was not how I expected that to go.
I drop the berry I’m holding back into the bowl, having lost my appetite.
Sliding out from the table, I place everything back in the Replicator and then head into the hallway. I don’t even care which way I’m going; I just need to walk.
Obviously, last night meant more to me than it did to him.
I mean, I’m sure there are a million reasons why he just flat-out avoided me. Maybe it’s a cultural thing? Maybe oral is like a handshake to his kind, so it’s no big deal. Except he didn’t act like it was no big deal. He acted like… I’m really not sure. He certainlyseemedto enjoy it.
My breath catches as my pussy quivers when I remember the way he watched me orgasm. The heavy-lidded look he had when he pumped his fingers into me while his tongue teased my clit.
Did I do something wrong?
The thought cools me off like a bucket of ice water, and my stomach clenches around the berries I ate. For a moment, I worry I might be sick.
What if he’s upset that I didn’t reciprocate or something? Not that he gave me any kind of chance to. Or maybe it’s because we didn’t have sex? Again, that wasn’t my call.
I blow out a long sigh.
This must be what all my friends meant when they complained about men.
So what do I do about it?
12
Anna
It’s been days since Rovos gave me the most incredible orgasms of my entire life, since he made me feel cherished, like I meant something to him, only to ghost me. Ever since then, he’s been avoiding me like I’m diseased.
With nothing else to do with my time, I’ve been pacing the ship until I finally figured out the layout. Kind of. I can find the kitchen and the bridge from my room, at least.
Besides walking, sleeping seems to be the only other thing I can do to kill time. So it’s later than usual when I stumble into the kitchen, looking for my daily pick-me-up of kahva.
The moment I walk through the doorway, the conversation between Rovos and Igid abruptly stops. I pause, and our eyes meet from across the room. Even from where I’m standing, I see the way Rovos’ dark green eyes flare with gold for a moment before he gathers up his plate and leaves without another word.
I shouldn’t be surprised since this is what he always does when our paths cross. Just like my stomach always flips, and my heart twists painfully in my chest.
“Ignore him,” Igid tells me from where she’s still eating at the table.
I take a deep breath.She’s right. Don’t let him get to you.Then I head to the Replicator where I jab my finger into the display, a bit harder than necessary, and take out the steaming bowl of alien scrambled eggs and sausage—at least, that’s what I tell myself it is—and a mug of kahva when it beeps.
“I wish I knew what I did to piss him off.” I slide into the spot Rovos just left, trying not to notice how it’s still warm from him. “It’s not like he’s given me a chance to ask, and he’s clearly not going to tell me.”
“It’s not you,” Igid tells me without taking her eyes from her plate.
“Huh,” I spear my spork into the bowl of fluffy, yellowish eggs, “you could have fooled me.”
Igid lifts her large eyes to mine. Her expression softens and shetsks. “Do human men never think with their cocks?”
I snort, and my breakfast nearly comes out my nose. “Yeah. Yeah, they do occasionally.”
“It is the same with Rovos,” Igid says in that lilting way of hers, pointing at me with the end of her spork. “You have him so twisted, he can’t tell what he really wants.”
