Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
We balanced each other out…yeah, I had to agree.
But then again, good Doms were generally like that…and there were interesting rumors that said somehow the species was all Dom.
“I will disengage with our discussion on submission and sexual conduct while we are given introductions to our table.” As we reached the door, he paused and opened it for me as I wrangled my brain around the sentence.
By the time we reached the hostess I’d realized what he’d meant, and I appreciated how careful he was. I wasn’t ashamed of my sexuality or what I liked, but we also didn’t need to explain it to the kid seating us at our table.
She was way too young for that and way too female.
Eventually we were seated and had more privacy than I’d expected…so I started to think she wasn’t as innocent as she looked when it came to aliens out on dates.
Saint sat across from me, shifting side to side like he was doing his best to sit straight and look like a badass Dom. “I will endeavor to provide you with location-specific information regarding the staff, my human. Have no fear of interruptions to personal narratives.”
Location specific?
Personal narratives?
“A human is approaching to make introductions and take our beverage order. We will not talk about anything of a sexual nature while he is present. It is considered polite behavior to abstain from that topic.” Saint’s helpful speech would’ve been a bit more helpful if he’d finished it before the waiter arrived.
The way he rolled his eyes said he’d heard something like that before. “Thank you for considering my feelings and our social customs.”
Yep.
The rest of our interaction was just as entertaining but my favorite part was that Saint didn’t seem to understand how cute the whole thing was. He was simply really proud of himself for handling the situation and for understanding that we didn’t talk about sex and spankings in front of the waiter.
Who’d definitely seen a lot of his species by the way they’d interacted.
“I know there’s a big group of your people that live and work in the building beside my workplace, do you live there too?” It made sense to me, and was probably related to how he’d ended up as our Santa, so I was glad when he nodded even though the motion was still odd. “And you guys come down here a lot to eat? I hadn’t thought about you living so close.”
I should have, though.
“Yes, I find the housing to be convenient and it is facilitating my merger into humanity.” Saint made that sound logical as he looked at the menu. “Learning human life skills takes time.”
Yeah, it took teenagers a lot of time to be functional humans and they’d seen our appliances their whole lives.
Looking up from the menu, Saint didn’t seem stressed about how his learning was going. “One of the humans who works for us described it as if a human were to have his conveniences removed and would have to learn to function as a cave man.”
Something about the way he said caveman sounded off, but it made sense. “I hadn’t thought of it that way. Going backward must be hard.”
I wasn’t sure going forward by big leaps would’ve been any easier, though, so I was starting to see why adding their tech to ours was going so slowly.
“It is a challenge.” Saint seemed to appreciate my agreeing with him because he puffed up again. “However, I am mastering the challenge and have found gainful employment as I expand my human social network.”
How long had he been on Earth?
“I don’t know what questions might be rude, so tell me if this is impolite, but have you been here long?” My brain tripped over the question but he didn’t get confused.
“There are what your humans have labeled as a skeleton crew that must stay in orbit.” Saint made it sound simple but I thought it sounded lonely or boring or something incredibly negative. “Staying on board allowed me more time to research human societies.”
Time to research…I could see myself doing something similar.
“No need to rush and be the first?” It was a mix of teasing and trying to get more information, but thankfully, he took it as a prompt to keep talking.
“There are those of my species who must be first. Explorers you would call them.” Saint shrugged like it didn’t make a difference to him one way or another. “I am considered somewhat of an anomaly in that I prefer to learn from others before I step…make steps…before I begin.”
Shifting, Saint nodded but something about his expression tightened. “Yes. That is better.”
“You do a great job communicating.” Better than I could’ve done under similar circumstances. “I understood what you were saying and that makes sense. I think humans are divided up a bit more with their personalities, so I know a lot of people who watch and learn first.”