already in so deep with him? He moaned in his sleep and rolled over. Before she could react, he’d pulled her against him. She gasped. She needed to get away from him. She couldn’t let him pull her back into his intoxicating web of desire. Her head burned with her hangover.
She needed a painkiller and she needed one fast.
“I don’t suppose you would have anything that would get rid of the man drilling a hole in the side of my head?”
He kissed the back of her neck. “That might help.”
She tried to pull away from him, but his hold was firm. “I’m serious. I have a bloody whopper of a headache, Aries. I think I need something to help … I’ve never had such a migraine before.”
“It’s the vodka.”
“Well, I know what it is, and thank you so much for reminding me. But the room is spinning, and I think if someone shot me right now, I’d feel better.”
He sat up and leaned down to stroke her forehead.
“I’ll get you something that always cures my hangovers. It’s an old natural remedy.”
“Hell, I could care less how old or how natural it is at the moment, I just want some form of relief.” His eyes twinkled at her.
“Of course you do.” She saw that familiar glint in his eyes. As he slipped out of bed, she pulled the bed sheets closer around her and slid over to the farthest side of the bed. He was rummaging in a cabinet that he’d unlocked. He procured what looked to be a real water bottle and some sort of pink powdery substance in a jar. She swallowed. He could poison her and do away with her right now and no one would be the wiser. Of course, he wouldn’t kill her until she’d given him at least one heir. A momentary sense of panic rippled over her.
They hadn’t used any form of contraception last night, and more than likely he wouldn’t care to hear her concern. She could be at this moment already carrying his child. Closing her eyes, she inwardly berated herself for being so foolish and so impetuous.
She watched him mix the pink substance into the water.
“I don’t suppose that will taste like strawberries, huh?”
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“Strawberries?” He sounded puzzled.
“A fruit that is indigenous to Earth, obviously.” The social chasm between them was enormous. How could they ever manage to bridge it long enough to have some kind of working relationship? She already had him under her radar. He trusted her. She could be successful at escaping him if she used this new trust to her advantage. Maybe she could figure out a way to get off this clunker of a spaceship and find her way to an Earth outpost.
“Here.” She must have gotten lost in her train of thought because suddenly he was shoving the glass of pinkish liquid in her face. “Drink this. All of it.” His visage looked sterner than it had only seconds before. Her eyes widened as she took the glass.
Could he hear her thoughts?
He sat down lightly on the bed in front of her. Resting his hand lightly on her hand, he gently caressed it.
“Drink that right away. If your pain doesn’t subside, I’ll call the ship doctor to give you some pain medication.” Their gazes locked. She licked her lips and started to nervously bite her lower one. “Freya, I assure you, it won’t make you sick.”
Her memory flickered back to her thoughts of poison. She swallowed. She couldn’t drink it in front of him. She already felt nauseous.
He stood up. A mixture of horror and outrage enveloped his face. She widened her eyes. “Bugger it. You can sense or hear my internal thoughts. Damn you straight to hell.”
“I can only pick up on a random thought here and there. I’ll admit it gladly, Talia might tell you anyway. And since we did have sexual intercourse last night you will put two and two together once Talia referred to it. You are not a foolish woman.”
“You men truly have full control over your women. Why can’t I sense your thoughts? Why don’t I know what you’re
She needed a painkiller and she needed one fast.
“I don’t suppose you would have anything that would get rid of the man drilling a hole in the side of my head?”
He kissed the back of her neck. “That might help.”
She tried to pull away from him, but his hold was firm. “I’m serious. I have a bloody whopper of a headache, Aries. I think I need something to help … I’ve never had such a migraine before.”
“It’s the vodka.”
“Well, I know what it is, and thank you so much for reminding me. But the room is spinning, and I think if someone shot me right now, I’d feel better.”
He sat up and leaned down to stroke her forehead.
“I’ll get you something that always cures my hangovers. It’s an old natural remedy.”
“Hell, I could care less how old or how natural it is at the moment, I just want some form of relief.” His eyes twinkled at her.
“Of course you do.” She saw that familiar glint in his eyes. As he slipped out of bed, she pulled the bed sheets closer around her and slid over to the farthest side of the bed. He was rummaging in a cabinet that he’d unlocked. He procured what looked to be a real water bottle and some sort of pink powdery substance in a jar. She swallowed. He could poison her and do away with her right now and no one would be the wiser. Of course, he wouldn’t kill her until she’d given him at least one heir. A momentary sense of panic rippled over her.
They hadn’t used any form of contraception last night, and more than likely he wouldn’t care to hear her concern. She could be at this moment already carrying his child. Closing her eyes, she inwardly berated herself for being so foolish and so impetuous.
She watched him mix the pink substance into the water.
“I don’t suppose that will taste like strawberries, huh?”
Doorway to the Stars by Marly Mathews 33
“Strawberries?” He sounded puzzled.
“A fruit that is indigenous to Earth, obviously.” The social chasm between them was enormous. How could they ever manage to bridge it long enough to have some kind of working relationship? She already had him under her radar. He trusted her. She could be successful at escaping him if she used this new trust to her advantage. Maybe she could figure out a way to get off this clunker of a spaceship and find her way to an Earth outpost.
“Here.” She must have gotten lost in her train of thought because suddenly he was shoving the glass of pinkish liquid in her face. “Drink this. All of it.” His visage looked sterner than it had only seconds before. Her eyes widened as she took the glass.
Could he hear her thoughts?
He sat down lightly on the bed in front of her. Resting his hand lightly on her hand, he gently caressed it.
“Drink that right away. If your pain doesn’t subside, I’ll call the ship doctor to give you some pain medication.” Their gazes locked. She licked her lips and started to nervously bite her lower one. “Freya, I assure you, it won’t make you sick.”
Her memory flickered back to her thoughts of poison. She swallowed. She couldn’t drink it in front of him. She already felt nauseous.
He stood up. A mixture of horror and outrage enveloped his face. She widened her eyes. “Bugger it. You can sense or hear my internal thoughts. Damn you straight to hell.”
“I can only pick up on a random thought here and there. I’ll admit it gladly, Talia might tell you anyway. And since we did have sexual intercourse last night you will put two and two together once Talia referred to it. You are not a foolish woman.”
“You men truly have full control over your women. Why can’t I sense your thoughts? Why don’t I know what you’re
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