Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Or had she? Sonya frowned to herself. It was so strange but it almost seemed like she’d seen him before…maybe in a dream. But that didn’t make sense—she never remembered her dreams except for the night terrors that tormented her sometimes.
God, she hoped she didn’t have another one like she’d had last night during the time she was entertaining the VIP client! She was pretty sure he wouldn’t be happy about being woken up by screaming and crying in the middle of the night. Panic attacks were not sexy.
You haven’t had any night terrors for ages before last night, she reminded herself. You only had one last night because of that horrible Sir Grox!
Thoughts of the hideous Trollox sent a shiver down her spine and she tried to push the evil creature out of her head by studying the VIP client again.
What had he said his name was? Davrik? He was actually handsome, in a giant alien kind of way, she decided. Now that she’d mostly gotten over the fact that he had the same skin tones as a Scourge, she couldn’t help noticing his broad shoulders and thick, black hair. Not to mention those pale blue eyes that were so intense when he looked at her—almost as though he was staring into her soul.
Could he really just be a music connoisseur who liked her voice? Could that really be the entire reason he had bought and paid for her for an entire week?
Sonya wished she could believe that, but she had her doubts. She’d heard the other girls whisper about how much the Supreme Treatment package cost—it was hard to believe that anyone would pay a price equivalent to the cost of owning your own private jet just to hear her sing to him.
He must want something, she thought, looking at him from the corner of her eye. His jaw was clenched and there was a look of pain on his face, as though some inner anguish was tormenting him. What was going on with him? What—?
Suddenly the bracelet on her wrist—the one Oozle had given her to wear—made an ominous beeping sound.
Sonya looked down at it and realized that the clear, thumb-sized jewel in the center of the gold chain links had turned dark red. She shook it, trying to turn it off. Damn it—what the hell was wrong with it?
But the shaking had no effect. The bracelet beeped again and then a small, mechanical sounding voice said,
“Warning—continuous non-contact for the past fifteen solar minutes detected. Continued non-proximity and non-contact with VIP patron will result in immediate consequences.”
“Immediate consequences? What the hell does that mean?” Sonya muttered. She shook the bracelet again and finally the beeping stopped.
She was just breathing a sigh of relief when she felt something warm against her wrist. Then the warmth became heat and the heat turned to burning.
With a little shriek, Sonya turned her hand over and saw that the clear gem was now red hot—it was glowing like a coal against her skin—burning her! And though she shook and tugged on the bracelet, it wouldn’t unclasp.
It was stuck on her wrist, seemingly intent on burning a hole right through her skin and there was no way she could get it off!
TWENTY-ONE
NATE
“So this ‘Singing Wood’—why do they call it that?” Nate asked as casually as he could.
He had woken up incredibly refreshed and feeling better than he could remember in a long time. The knot of anxiety which had taken up permanent residence in his stomach for the past five years, seemed to have melted away—at least temporarily. And instead of bad dreams churning in the back of his brain, he’d had the most erotic dream he could remember having since he was a horny teenager.
Probably because my face was still pressed against her beautiful full breasts, he thought, casting a sidelong glance at Lan’ara. What he’d done to her that morning made his face hot.
To be fair, he’d been still half asleep and the dream had been playing over and over in his mind. In it, he’d been sitting on the bed and he had been straddling him with her soft little pussy pressed against his aching cock. She’d been wearing the same kind of white gown that all the women wore here, cut low in the front to show the swells of her full breasts.
“Are you thirsty, Nate?” she’d asked softly, looking down at him.
“God, yes!” he’d growled, feeling his cock surge.
“Then why don’t you drink?” And she had done something to her gown to make the top disappear completely.
Nate had found her full breasts were filling his hands and her ripe nipples, which were a darker shade than her pale lavender skin, thrusting in his face. He could see a drop of amber liquid clinging to one tight peak and he put out his tongue and tasted it.