Xindra asked.
This time, Katra managed to hold her ground while warding off the blows. “You may assume so. That man has stamina like you wouldn’t believe, and all those wicked hands of his go everywhere.”
“Give me a number,” Xindra demanded saucily.
“Four.”
The younger woman’s brow scrunched in disappointment. “Out of ten?”
Katra laughed again. “No, that wasn’t a score. I meant the count between dinner last night and breakfast this morning.”
“Oh.” Xindra practically purred. “He’s a keeper.”
That made Katra broaden her smile, but she took the remark far more seriously than her instructor could have realized. Just how long did she want to keep Krux in her life? Although she’d started out thinking of this as nothing more than a fling, something had changed since dinner last night.
“It’s so much better, isn’t it?” Xindra asked.
Katra glanced at her positioning to see what she meant, but the other woman shook her head.
“The lovemaking. It’s so much better when it’s with someone special.”
That was so true. And despite all his maddening qualities, Krux was definitely someone special.
Chapter Five
Spicing Things Up
With a bottle of fine wine in each of his lower hands, Krux arrived at Katra’s house right on time. The travel bag he had slung over his right shoulder held everything else he needed for the weekend. Facing the security lens squarely, he hit the chime button on her entry panel and waited.
When he’d picked her up last time, he’d been surprised to see she lived in one of the newer homes rather than a remodeled Colonial style from Trilanta’s first settlement. Most of the families who’d had money for any length of time seemed to go for the historic look. Instead, Katra’s place had a barreled synth roof with a large, shady overhang, wide windows, and a warm finish of faux stucco. Judging by the overall shape, the house probably had a walled garden in back too.
Her place felt like her. When Krux took into account her independent nature, he realized she’d probably escaped the stuffy formal home of the wealthy senior Wi’Yalus as soon as she was legally an adult. He bet the rest of her tycoon family would never dirty their shoes in a sports bar or some local dumpling restaurant.
“You’re not a robotics salesman, are you?” Katra’s voice reached him over the security comm.
Krux smiled. “Actually, I’m looking to host a wine tasting. You wouldn’t know someone who’d be interested, would you?” He lifted his hands to display his offerings. “I didn’t know which bouquet would go with dinner, so I brought more than one choice.”
The door opened, revealing his lovely Duosien. She was dressed in rich, colorful fabric that hugged her generous bosom and trim waist before cascading from the curve of her hips in a flowing skirt. Since this was his day off, he’d donned jeans and a T-shirt. Taking in his casual attire, she invited him in with a seductive crook of her finger.
“Let’s see.” She made a musing sound after he stepped over the threshold. “Witty repartee, no suit, and a happy smirk. Are you really Krux?”
Before he could evade her, she planted a hand on his backside and squeezed. Shifting one of the wine bottles to his other left hand, he caught her wrist and slid his palm down until he could intertwine their fingers. Unlike her, this still left him with one hand free, which he used to smack her firm behind.
The twinkle in her eyes belied the scolding frown she tried to inflict on him. Within seconds, she was smiling again, and her gaze was diverted. Reaching over to tilt the closest bottle, she got a peek at the expensive label.
“Yes, that’ll do.” Her tone was jaded, but he heard her hum in appreciation.
She took his bag from him and set it aside before leading him to the dining room. To his relief, there were no servants hanging about, although the table was loaded with serving dishes. Either she made do
This time, Katra managed to hold her ground while warding off the blows. “You may assume so. That man has stamina like you wouldn’t believe, and all those wicked hands of his go everywhere.”
“Give me a number,” Xindra demanded saucily.
“Four.”
The younger woman’s brow scrunched in disappointment. “Out of ten?”
Katra laughed again. “No, that wasn’t a score. I meant the count between dinner last night and breakfast this morning.”
“Oh.” Xindra practically purred. “He’s a keeper.”
That made Katra broaden her smile, but she took the remark far more seriously than her instructor could have realized. Just how long did she want to keep Krux in her life? Although she’d started out thinking of this as nothing more than a fling, something had changed since dinner last night.
“It’s so much better, isn’t it?” Xindra asked.
Katra glanced at her positioning to see what she meant, but the other woman shook her head.
“The lovemaking. It’s so much better when it’s with someone special.”
That was so true. And despite all his maddening qualities, Krux was definitely someone special.
Chapter Five
Spicing Things Up
With a bottle of fine wine in each of his lower hands, Krux arrived at Katra’s house right on time. The travel bag he had slung over his right shoulder held everything else he needed for the weekend. Facing the security lens squarely, he hit the chime button on her entry panel and waited.
When he’d picked her up last time, he’d been surprised to see she lived in one of the newer homes rather than a remodeled Colonial style from Trilanta’s first settlement. Most of the families who’d had money for any length of time seemed to go for the historic look. Instead, Katra’s place had a barreled synth roof with a large, shady overhang, wide windows, and a warm finish of faux stucco. Judging by the overall shape, the house probably had a walled garden in back too.
Her place felt like her. When Krux took into account her independent nature, he realized she’d probably escaped the stuffy formal home of the wealthy senior Wi’Yalus as soon as she was legally an adult. He bet the rest of her tycoon family would never dirty their shoes in a sports bar or some local dumpling restaurant.
“You’re not a robotics salesman, are you?” Katra’s voice reached him over the security comm.
Krux smiled. “Actually, I’m looking to host a wine tasting. You wouldn’t know someone who’d be interested, would you?” He lifted his hands to display his offerings. “I didn’t know which bouquet would go with dinner, so I brought more than one choice.”
The door opened, revealing his lovely Duosien. She was dressed in rich, colorful fabric that hugged her generous bosom and trim waist before cascading from the curve of her hips in a flowing skirt. Since this was his day off, he’d donned jeans and a T-shirt. Taking in his casual attire, she invited him in with a seductive crook of her finger.
“Let’s see.” She made a musing sound after he stepped over the threshold. “Witty repartee, no suit, and a happy smirk. Are you really Krux?”
Before he could evade her, she planted a hand on his backside and squeezed. Shifting one of the wine bottles to his other left hand, he caught her wrist and slid his palm down until he could intertwine their fingers. Unlike her, this still left him with one hand free, which he used to smack her firm behind.
The twinkle in her eyes belied the scolding frown she tried to inflict on him. Within seconds, she was smiling again, and her gaze was diverted. Reaching over to tilt the closest bottle, she got a peek at the expensive label.
“Yes, that’ll do.” Her tone was jaded, but he heard her hum in appreciation.
She took his bag from him and set it aside before leading him to the dining room. To his relief, there were no servants hanging about, although the table was loaded with serving dishes. Either she made do
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