Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
As I watch, she shifts slightly, sliding down in the tub, her nose and mouth getting precariously close to the waterline. I reach down and grip her by the upper arm, hauling her upward.
“Jessica. Wake up.”
She splashes to alertness, immediately disoriented. She stares up into my eyes in complete confusion. For a moment she does not seem to know who I am, or where she is.
“Oh shitting fuck,” she curses. “It’s you.”
“You cannot sleep in water,” I tell her as she splashes out of the bath then flails about looking for a towel she does not have to cover her body, which I have already seen.
“I’m sorry. I must have been tired,” she says as I take pity on her with her adorable desire for modesty and hand her a towel. One should never be without one’s towel, that’s a basic rule of spacefaring.
“Yes. You must have been. Come. Our work day has begun. There is much to do, and the fate of the world depends upon it.”
She blushes in a way I find absolutely charming. “Oh god. I am so sorry. You’re right. Let’s go. Let’s do work.”
She’s forgotten something as she heads determinedly toward the door.
“I’ll wait for you to dress yourself.”
“Oh!” She spins on her heel and slaps her forehead. “Right. Sorry. I swear I do know how to dress myself and go to work. Yesterday was just a very big day. It’s not easy adjusting to space time. You know, the continuum.”
I don’t know if she thinks she’s saying anything that makes sense, or if this is just more human bluffing.
Jessica
Can you blush yourself to death? If so, I am in mortal danger. I can’t believe I’ve gotten naked with my new boss in a matter of hours, not to mention made a huge mess of my luxury space apartment. I’ve just realized that getting dressed isn’t going to be as easy as I thought. The clothes I wore to the interview are on the floor and covered in cake. They will no longer do.
“I, uh. I don’t think I have clothes?” I make the confession to Cir, who is taking all of this in stride. A human boss would be totally pissed off at me by now. Cir has not stopped smiling.
“Your wardrobe has been provided for you.”
“Oh. Thank you! Great. And. Where is it?”
“You didn’t look at the apartment at all, did you?” He smiles at me. “You got straight in the bath and ordered every dish on the menu.”
“A little. Is that bad?”
“No,” Cir says. “I am glad to see you enjoying your accommodations. But your work day has begin, and we have matters to attend to.”
“Right. Matters. Let’s attend to those. If you could just point me in the direction of the closet, I will be happy to dress.”
He walks across the room, into the second room, and opens a cupboard that appeared to be part of the wall moments before he touched it. The doors slide open to reveal several outfits, each of which is in the Cupid style. They are all flouncy little dresses.
“I would never have found that. How many other secret wall compartments are there? Is it all secret wall compartments?”
“No. Just this, and…”
I lean back against the wall, arms crossed over my toweled chest, only to find myself falling through what I thought was solid structure into a kind of void space. The towel flies off in my flailing, and the screams I shriek to the abyss only abate when Cir reaches in and pulls me back out.
“That is what you would call a trash chute,” he says.
“Oh. Why is it… never mind.” I am trying to reclothe myself with the towel and just one hand. It’s not working well. I can’t help but notice that he is looking, and looking at the same parts any man would look at.
“You are very…” He catches himself.
“I am very…” I wait for him to finish his sentence, but he doesn’t. He takes a step toward me, his eyes burning with a particular intensity. They are always multicolored, but right now they are brighter than ever. I find myself falling into their kaleidoscopic majesty, entranced.
It’s almost as if he is speaking to me without having to actually say anything. I feel his mind on mine in a moment of connection that feels exceptionally intimate. It is like being able to feel him inside me, his presence, his masculinity, his very being sliding inside me without him having touched me at all. I feel myself getting wet, immediately hot and ready for him. It is like an hour of foreplay condensed into a stare that makes me melt.
“What is happening?” I form the question with tremulous lips.
“Aghrust inser fuzin mehg tahjenr uen”
I have no idea what that means. His words make less sense than the feeling he gives me. I let the towel fall at what feels like his bidding. I am being seduced by my big alien boss, and I am powerless to resist.