“Five more minutes,” I mumble, rolling onto my side and away from him. I feel like I’ve just closed my eyes. I’m wiped out from the vigorous sex Rovos and I had the night before. My thighs clench, and a soft hum slips past my lips as I recall the passion we shared.
With a deep chuckle, Rovos rolls me to my back. “You must wake,Keresta. I have a surprise for you.”
I pry one eye open. “A surprise?”
“Mmmm,” he says, leaning down and kissing my lips.
“What kind of surprise?” I ask when he leans back.
“The surprising kind. Now,” he playfully swats the side of my thigh, “up!”
I grumble but push myself up so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.
“While you use the cleanser, I’ll make our morning meal. Yourbreck-fat?” Rovos says from the kitchenette.
"It's breakfast." I giggle, clutching the blanket to my chest. When did he pick up on Earth words? I slide one leg over the side of the bed and pause at a sudden assault of shyness, knowing I’ll have to walk past Rovos to get to the bathroom.
For Pete’s sake, girl!He’s seen me naked. His dick was in my mouth. Hell, I came on his face. More than once. Why the hell am I suddenly acting shy?
Dropping the blanket, I hurry into the bathroom, making sure to avoid eye contact.
The novelty of the sonic cleanser has worn off, and I can’t help but find it disappointing. Ultrasonic waves do not replace what scalding water and steam do for sore muscles. Especially muscles that are sore from amazing, brain-numbing sex. But it gets the job done.
When I step out of the cleanser, I’m startled to see a wrapped package sitting on the sink next to my alien toothbrush that Rovos hooked me up with on his ship. It takes a bit of self-control, but I brush my teeth first before unwrapping my gift.
When I pull the sheets of parchment aside, I step back with my hand over my mouth. For a moment I can only stare at the neatly folded pile of brightly colored fabric; in various shades of blue. On top is a pair of lacy panties, which I don’t hesitate to step into. The cut is low and sexy. Thinking of Rovos picking them out for me brings a smile to my lips. I don’t see a bra, but with my barely B’s, that’s not a deal breaker. Next is a long tunic in the most exquisite shade of royal blue. It takes some work to figure out the fasteners, but when I get it on, it fits like it was made for me. The cut is form-fitting while allowing plenty of movement. The neck is high and reminds me of a traditional mandarin collar.
A matching pair of loose pants comes next. Similar to palazzo pants, they have a simple drawstring waist and wide legs that fall to my ankles. Under everything is a pair of simple black ballet flats.
Everything fits perfectly.
Rovos is standing at the counter of the kitchenette when I emerge from the cleanser. He’s shirtless, with his cargo pants riding low on his hips. My eyes eat him up before clearing my throat to get his attention. “Um, what do you think?”
His head pops up, and his mouth falls open. One of his hands goes to his chest, and his thumb rubs back and forth across his sternum.
“It’s the exact color of your eyes,” he mumbles as he drinks in the sight of me. The gold flares brightly against his jade irises. “Just like I knew they would be.”
“How did you know my size?” I ask, sliding my hands across the beautiful fabrics.
Rovos shakes his head slowly, at a loss for words. Then he shakes it again, more forcefully, before pointing to the table. “Sit,” he orders and then softly adds, “Please.”
I do as he asks, and he sets a bowl of the cooked grains in front of me. It’s topped with ground seasoning, and when I dip my finger in it, I get a hint of almost-cinnamon.
While I eat, he disappears into the bathroom. When I hear the cleanser turn on, I moan, knowing he’s naked. I guess I didn’t get enough of him naked last night. I'm tempted to sneak into the bathroom and join him in the cleanser. Instead, I force myself to finish my breakfast. There will be plenty of time for that later.
When he comes out, he’s wearing clean clothes. The cargo pants are the same ones he’s been wearing, but the loose, light gray button-down shirt is new. He’s rolled the long sleeves up to his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms that I love so much.
“Finished?” he asks, nodding at the empty bowl in front of me.
“Yeah. Thank you, that was good.” Before I can stand up, he whisks the bowl into the kitchen, and it disappears back into the Replicator.
“Are you ready to go?” he asks, shaking out my blato that spent the night in a crumpled heap on the floor. Amazingly, its wrinkle-free.
“Where are we going?”
“That’s the surprise,” he says as he helps me into the robe. As soon as I’m covered, he holds the door open for me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Surprises are supposed to be fun,” I say as we step into the elevator. As soon as the doors open back up, Rovos reaches for my hand, threading his fingers between mine as we walk through the lobby. “They aren’t supposed to make you look like someone kicked you in the stomach.”
