Terran Times 02 - Deal with a Dhemon (14 page)

Viola Grace

fabric and he laughed.

“I know, but you’ll be living among us, and adhering to our traditions and customs. The clothing suits you, however. You do look lovely in it.” His eyes heated and swept her from tip to toes.

“Well, I am probably going to look good in it for quite some time. I can’t get out of it.” She laughed at the expression on his face as he realized that she was serious.

“You seriously can’t undo the clothing?” He was both appalled and amused.

“I am still a little uncoordinated from the time in the tank and the blaster injury. I‘ll just sleep in it and get Etion to help me in the morning.” She shrugged her acceptance to the situation.

“Stand up.” His voice was harsh. She looked at his face and all semblance of humor was gone.

She stood up and walked over to him. In astonishment, she watched his hands dissolve the difficult clasps and buttons and in seconds she was down to her corset and chemise. She grabbed his hands when he reached for her corset.

“Thanks I can take it from here, General.” Her fingers felt cold against the calloused heat of his hands.

“I would think you would be used to men stripping you.” The ice dripped from every word.

She was in shock. “What? Why would you think that?” The savage derision burning from his 32

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eyes was a sudden changed from his earlier levity.

“You were working at the station brothel, I am sure you were quite popular. You are, after all, an extremely attractive female.” His hands cupped her breasts over the edge of the corset.

Heat flared from her flesh where he was gently caressing her, then, shock reeled through her. She stepped out of his reach and put distance between them. He thought she was a whore. She almost burst into hysterical laughter. A whore. She was still a virgin. She had never been tempted enough to make herself that vulnerable.

Obviously, General Kassil did not believe that was the case. He had been told to contact her at the brothel, so she must be a whore.

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he was babbling and backing away from him, Sclutching her hands over her breasts in defense. “Ok, I can handle the rest of this, you can go. Thanks for the help. I believe you mentioned dinner tomorrow. I need to sleep now. To get ready for tomorrow.”