stall, his spine arching out and arms above his head as he clasped
the edging of the Perspex. Sharing the shower with him, on her knees, was
blonde-headed Felicia. The CEO’s head bobbed up and down as she sucked his cock
for all she was worth.
“That’s it,” he grunted, hips surging back and forth against
her mouth, “suck it, baby. Then I’ll go down on you before I fuck you hard,
just the way you like it.”
You don’t do oral sex!
But no words formed. Nothing could get past her stone-dry
throat as the room abruptly lurched around her.
She came to on a hard bed, breathing in the dreaded
antiseptic scent associated with a hospital. Luke’s physician waited by her
side. And as her eyelids fluttered open he gently explained how her fainting
had caused her to fall hard against the bathtub, causing a miscarriage.
She turned away. She knew without a doubt what—no, who—had
been the cause.
* * * * *
“Are you all right?”
She drew in a shaky breath, brought back to the present by
Renate’s concerned voice behind her. No. “Yes. Yes, of course.”
“No you’re not.” Placing his hands on her shoulders, he
gently turned her around. When she didn’t look at him, he clasped her chin and
lifted her gaze to his. “Be honest with me, kitten.”
One of his thumbs blotted the moisture beneath her eye.
Tears?
More emotions threatened to spill over and she sucked in a
breath, choosing anger over pain. “Or what, you’ll manipulate my mind again?”
His eyes darkened. “I made a promise I wouldn’t mess with
your mind again and I meant it.”
And you’ll keep your vow, unlike my husband.
She nodded. “Of course.”
Not all men were lying bastards.
“Ally, I’m a good listener, if that helps?” he murmured
wryly.
She rubbed a splayed hand along her belly. She bit into her
bottom lip, fighting back more tears. “I was pregnant. And I…I lost the baby.”
He took her into his arms. “I’m sorry.”
She added in a choked-up voice, “I…lost the baby after I
found my husband with another woman.”
His muscles bunched around her. “The bastard,” he breathed
into her hair. “This man married you and yet still he lay with another?”
“Yeah, well, believe it or not, infidelity is not all that
uncommon,” she sniffled.
“On Carèche it is a crime of the highest order.”
She pulled back and stared up at him, overwrought with
emotion and yet somehow curious, too. “You take commitment that seriously?”
His eyes fairly blazed with righteous anger. “We do. And
even if we didn’t, I’d never abuse your love like that.”
She managed a wobbly smile, trying not to read too deep into
his statement. “I’m starting to think I really like your planet.”
Her heart stuttered. Like you.
She stepped back. “I believe I have some cooking to do.”
He nodded, expression inscrutable. “Is this your roundabout
way of telling me to get lost?”
She released a breath. “You know, sometimes I think you
really are human.”
Chapter Five
Ally turned off the gas stovetop and leaned over the three
saucepans bubbling away. She breathed in the fragrant smells. Yum.
One saucepan held the contents of a can of vegetable soup;
another one a can of braised steak. The last saucepan steamed with a packet of
chicken noodles—out of date, but she didn’t have the luxury of being fussy.
She ladled a generous spoonful from each saucepan into two
clean bowls and placed them on the table. Renate sat at one of the chairs,
looking awkward and uncomfortable. Did they not use chairs on his planet? She
picked up her spoon and took a mouthful. O.M.G. It tasted divine. The
first hot, decent meal she’d had since her memory loss.
Renate watched her carefully. She smiled and leaned across
the table to dip his spoon into the broth. “Here.” She offered the spoonful of
hot food to him and he obediently opened his mouth.
His lips closing over it, she pulled the spoon free,
giggling at the long noodle
the edging of the Perspex. Sharing the shower with him, on her knees, was
blonde-headed Felicia. The CEO’s head bobbed up and down as she sucked his cock
for all she was worth.
“That’s it,” he grunted, hips surging back and forth against
her mouth, “suck it, baby. Then I’ll go down on you before I fuck you hard,
just the way you like it.”
You don’t do oral sex!
But no words formed. Nothing could get past her stone-dry
throat as the room abruptly lurched around her.
She came to on a hard bed, breathing in the dreaded
antiseptic scent associated with a hospital. Luke’s physician waited by her
side. And as her eyelids fluttered open he gently explained how her fainting
had caused her to fall hard against the bathtub, causing a miscarriage.
She turned away. She knew without a doubt what—no, who—had
been the cause.
* * * * *
“Are you all right?”
She drew in a shaky breath, brought back to the present by
Renate’s concerned voice behind her. No. “Yes. Yes, of course.”
“No you’re not.” Placing his hands on her shoulders, he
gently turned her around. When she didn’t look at him, he clasped her chin and
lifted her gaze to his. “Be honest with me, kitten.”
One of his thumbs blotted the moisture beneath her eye.
Tears?
More emotions threatened to spill over and she sucked in a
breath, choosing anger over pain. “Or what, you’ll manipulate my mind again?”
His eyes darkened. “I made a promise I wouldn’t mess with
your mind again and I meant it.”
And you’ll keep your vow, unlike my husband.
She nodded. “Of course.”
Not all men were lying bastards.
“Ally, I’m a good listener, if that helps?” he murmured
wryly.
She rubbed a splayed hand along her belly. She bit into her
bottom lip, fighting back more tears. “I was pregnant. And I…I lost the baby.”
He took her into his arms. “I’m sorry.”
She added in a choked-up voice, “I…lost the baby after I
found my husband with another woman.”
His muscles bunched around her. “The bastard,” he breathed
into her hair. “This man married you and yet still he lay with another?”
“Yeah, well, believe it or not, infidelity is not all that
uncommon,” she sniffled.
“On Carèche it is a crime of the highest order.”
She pulled back and stared up at him, overwrought with
emotion and yet somehow curious, too. “You take commitment that seriously?”
His eyes fairly blazed with righteous anger. “We do. And
even if we didn’t, I’d never abuse your love like that.”
She managed a wobbly smile, trying not to read too deep into
his statement. “I’m starting to think I really like your planet.”
Her heart stuttered. Like you.
She stepped back. “I believe I have some cooking to do.”
He nodded, expression inscrutable. “Is this your roundabout
way of telling me to get lost?”
She released a breath. “You know, sometimes I think you
really are human.”
Chapter Five
Ally turned off the gas stovetop and leaned over the three
saucepans bubbling away. She breathed in the fragrant smells. Yum.
One saucepan held the contents of a can of vegetable soup;
another one a can of braised steak. The last saucepan steamed with a packet of
chicken noodles—out of date, but she didn’t have the luxury of being fussy.
She ladled a generous spoonful from each saucepan into two
clean bowls and placed them on the table. Renate sat at one of the chairs,
looking awkward and uncomfortable. Did they not use chairs on his planet? She
picked up her spoon and took a mouthful. O.M.G. It tasted divine. The
first hot, decent meal she’d had since her memory loss.
Renate watched her carefully. She smiled and leaned across
the table to dip his spoon into the broth. “Here.” She offered the spoonful of
hot food to him and he obediently opened his mouth.
His lips closing over it, she pulled the spoon free,
giggling at the long noodle
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