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and find a training bra or something. Did they even make them in her size? Oh, that was going to be fun, asking the burly, cigar-chewing quartermaster to hunt down a thirty-eight double-pancake for an ultra-late bloomer.
    Her life was shit. Complete, egg-sucking shit.
    Kellen interrupted her bitter thoughts. “I’m afraid I must insist.”
    “Ditto!” she snapped back, humiliation and resentment pricking the back of her neck. “I’m sorry, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you guys clutter up the women’s eval rooms. Those evaluations will be uncomfortable enough for them as it is.”
    “If they were so concerned with personal comfort, they would not have volunteered for copulative services,” he countered easily.
    Monica cringed. Copulative services! God, could they possibly have thought of a term less personal or caring?
    What really pissed her off was that he was right. Most of the applicants who’d been accepted for evaluation had rated themselves “indifferent to” being observed in intimate situations. The remainder had actually checked the “excited about” option, which made her squirm with discomfort. These women couldn’t care less who saw them being probed and measured. It was her own sense of propriety, of personal dignity, that railed at the idea of these mega-sized alpha males playing voyeur while the recruits were subjected to such intimate examinations.
    For all intents and purposes, the women were going to be little more than well-paid Garathani whores and broodmares, but she would do her damnedest to make sure they were all treated with respect. After all, they were the ones stepping up to the plate to 36
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    save the commander’s whole godforsaken race. At the moment, Monica wondered if they were even worth saving.
    “Forget it. You can just take my word for their suitability.”
    “No, Doctor, I can’t,” Kellen explained with exaggerated patience. “Council decree requires two Garathani witnesses.”
    “To do what ?” Her voice had risen a full octave, but she was beyond reining in her anger. “Do you intend to take a peek into the speculum when I do the pelvic exams, or maybe palpate their uteruses yourself?”
    “If I deem it necessary, yes.”
    “Oh, that does it.” Monica reached out with both hands and shoved at his massive chest with enough force to make Kellen fall back a step. His shaggy head tilted to one side as he watched her and the sight of his wary stance sent fierce satisfaction sizzling along her veins. He should be worried!
    “Why don’t you just beam back to the mother ship, Captain Jerk-off,” she shouted.
    “And find another planet to harvest your sex toys from!” She shoved him again, as hard as she could, and he took another step back. A red haze of fury tore through her, sending waves of heat rippling over her skin, making her shoulders hunch defensively as she continued to rage at him.
    “These women, these human beings,” shove , “you’re so damned callous about, are willing to give up everything they’ve ever known just so you and your cohorts can get your fucking rocks off!” Shove . “And in return, you’ll show your appreciation by ogling them while they’re lying there helpless,” shove , “with their feet in stirrups and their legs spread wide, you dirty, thankless son of a bitch!”
    The brisk knock at Kellen’s office door froze her mid-shove.
    “Everybody okay in there?”
    Jasmine’s tentative inquiry snapped Monica out of the Twilight Zone with the force of a roundhouse kick. She felt the tears streaming down her blistering hot cheeks, heard the respirations that were as harsh and rapid as her bounding pulse and was immediately racked by shudders. She wrapped her arms around her waist as if to ward off a sudden chill.
    Kellen still watched her, his back nearly to the wall now, his face as unreadable as ever.
    “We’re fine, Miss King,” he said calmly. “Just a little misunderstanding. You may