Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Zane didn’t want to face the same buyer’s remorse, for lack of a better term, hence his plan to approach Tanya and take things slow.
But the way things were looking at the western gate, he wouldn’t have time as a luxury otherwise someone else might get to her first and eliminate his chances.
***
It was late afternoon and things would kick off soon. Zane knew many of the men had been there for hours, some since the previous day. He’d been there early, too, and had parked his vehicle close, due to concern about how things might go. Extra-close parking was an advantage he had as part of the Project D team and he was glad for it. He wore both a participant bracelet as well as a staff badge because the trackers, translation implants, and status earpieces were designed and manufactured by his company.
As things appeared to be gearing up to begin, some men were practically buzzing with nervous energy. Some looked to be very nearly salivating. And it was contagious, increasing the energy, the competitiveness. It had become almost palpable as the men observed one another, and everyone began to size up their competition.
This group contained men from all inhabited Phallyx regions. The men in his periphery as well as the ones on the opposite stone wall and the fact that men on both sides had designs on what Zane had decided might be his, it was making him edgy. It was making him feel like he had to make sure she was his, before others took the option away. He didn’t fucking like it.
A few armed guards mulled about, but Zane didn’t feel like there were nearly enough of them. This group contained some of the strongest men on the planet, men who were fueled with lust and about to be assaulted by pheromones of ripe women who were chemically put into heat. How could it not go wrong and how could the government think a couple of armed guards and virtually no rules other than denying weapons would be enough?
There was a buzz of murmurs from the group. Impatience. Excitement. A few crude remarks pissed Zane off. Yes, it’d been years since they’d had women, but the talk coming from some made his teeth tighten. Just as the gates began to part, he noted an unusual sweet fragrance in the air while also clocking a few shifty-looking characters hovering just outside the fringe of where the others waited.
Who were they and why were they moving in so suddenly? They were speaking into their communications devices and the guards were oblivious, watching the gates open themselves, likely also getting assaulted by that aroma.
The aroma was PD470 oozing from 38 different women. That’s what the fuck it was. And it was making Zane’s mouth water.
The gate opened further, and he heard the man to his left (the largest of the 12 of them) tell the man to that man’s left that he was looking forward to sinking inside the burnished crest leaf haired one with the razzleberry-shaped ass.
“I’ll have that one under me before this day is done. Mark my words.”
Zane’s adrenalin surged as he grinded his teeth together so hard they squeaked. His Tanya was the only one in this group that could be described that way.
Another man began taunting that, no, he would have that one, and yet another said, “Any will do. Whichever one I get to first…”
And two others on the fringe of the group had puffed their chests out and looked ready to brawl with one another.
That was when he knew he had no choice but to get in, get to her, and get her out as swiftly as possible. Between the ones who’d earmarked her, the ones who had outright stated their intent, and the shifty characters that had moved in, he had one goal. She would be leaving with Zane.
If not for the circumstances, he’d have alerted those guards, alerted someone to his concerns. But there was no time for it.
Zane Zenith had won championships in running all through school. He was fast. And he knew it would serve him well as he raced through the opening gate as soon as it was wide enough to squeeze through … to capture a trophy more valuable than any he’d won in the past.
CHAPTER 3
TANYA
A Jessica Rabbit costume got me sent to outer space. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. I’m not the type to dress up in a Jessica Rabbit Halloween costume. I’m more apt to dress like Granny from Looney Tunes or Daisy Duck, if I’m feeling daring (which doesn’t happen often. Scratch that. Daisy Duck doesn’t wear pants and I never feel daring).
But, wearing a Jessica Rabbit Halloween costume got me sent to outer space. How? One of the big bosses, Mr. Derringer, from Head Office tried to sexually harass me at the library’s staff Halloween party. My big boobs, a slinky red dress with a high leg slit, and harlot red shimmering lips turned him from a jerk into a relentless jerk.