Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
True, she wasn’t working in her chosen profession—she’d been a first-grade teacher and had loved every minute of it down on Earth. Well, until Zach had—
Nope! Not going to think about that! she told herself. The main thing was, she liked her new job just fine. Answering calls from people on Earth who had questions about the Kindred and the Mother Ship wasn’t too bad and the benefits were great.
Occasionally she got an angry or abusive caller, but Commander Torus always handled those calls personally and when he was finished with the caller on the other end, they were much more respectful. He always said that he wouldn’t tolerate anyone abusing the women who worked under him—not even verbally.
It was nice having such a protective boss, Molly thought. He—
“Uh-oh—here he comes now!” Lana hissed, breaking her train of thought.
“What? Who?” Molly looked around.
“Commander Torus of course!” Lana winked at her and hurried back to her desk, which was in the cubical across from Molly’s.
Sure enough, a moment later Commander Torus’s tall, muscular figure came into view. He was so tall that his head nearly brushed the ceiling and his shoulders were so broad he had to turn sideways to go through doors. He was wearing the standard Kindred uniform—tight black trousers and tall black boots that came up to his knees. He also had on a dark blue, long-sleeved button-down shirt that looked amazing against his slate-gray skin tones.
Molly’s ex had loved WrestleMania. Zach had dragged her to several live matches and Molly had always been struck by the sheer size of the professional wrestlers. They were huge.
But any one of them would have looked like a little person next to Commander Torus. The top of Molly’s head only reached his elbow—she always felt like a little kid around him. Not just because of his size, but because of his stern, no-nonsense attitude. Her huge boss never cracked a smile—not even when Lana tried to joke with him. And Lana could get a smile out of almost anyone.
The Giant Kindred was walking quickly through the rows of cubicles and staring straight ahead, so Molly felt free to study him for a moment. He had longish, thick black hair which he wore loose around his shoulders and his silver-gray eyes looked distant, as though he was thinking of something far away. For just a moment they flicked in Molly’s direction and for a split-second, she felt like her boss was staring into her soul.
Blushing, she looked down at her hands which were clasped in her lap.
Don’t be silly—it’s just your imagination. He wasn’t really looking at you. He barely knows you’re here! she told herself.
Commander Torus was just about to head into his office, at the end of the row of cubicles, when a high feminine voice said,
“Oh Commander, thank goodness you’re here!”
Lana leaned over and caught Molly’s eye.
“Uh-oh—here comes the show!” she whispered.
Molly rolled her eyes and they both watched as Karen Geners came strutting down the aisle between the cubicles in heels that would have made a stripper proud. Her bright pink pencil skirt was so tight it was easy to see her perfectly toned ass cheeks working against each other and the white silk blouse she wore was unbuttoned down to the third button, showing a generous amount of perky cleavage.
She probably doesn’t even have to wear a bra, Molly thought enviously. Then she did her best to grab the negative thought and replace it with a positive one. I don’t have to wear a bra now either if I don’t want to—not since Lana gave me those float dots for my birthday.
The float dots were an alien invention that stuck to the underside of each breast and created a mini-antigravity field which caused them to float. The result was breasts that looked perky no matter how big they were—Molly’s were on the extra-large size. It had been nice to ditch the “over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders” as she called the H-cup bras she’d worn for so long.
“Oh, Commander?” Karen Geners called again in an unpleasantly shrill voice when it looked like their boss hadn’t heard her.
Commander Torus stopped and his broad shoulders rose and fell in what looked like a sigh to Molly. Then he turned around and looked down to where Karen Geners had planted herself right in front of him.
“Commander, I have some questions about the call logs!” she announced, thrusting out her breasts and putting a hand on one slim and perfect hip.
“Please write them down and submit them to me in a memo then, Ms. Geners,” Commander Torus rumbled, looking ever so slightly annoyed, Molly thought.
“What? A memo?” Karen opened her big blue eyes. “But I don’t see why you can’t just talk to me now? We can go in your office and discuss it,” she added, pushing out her breasts even more and batting her eyes at the Giant Kindred.