rub her skin against him. He was very warm, and the wind was cutting through her clothing with alarming ease.
She cuddled up against him, deciding that if he mentioned it later, she would go into full denial of her actions.
They were miles away from the resort when he began to reduce their altitude and line up with a break in the trees.
As they dropped, she felt a distinct increase in temperature that made her huddling against Zhomos rather unnecessary. She sighed and sat up straight, resuming her grip on his ribs in a more decorous manner as they skimmed into the village that bore the stamp of high tech mingled with the most basic of structures.
Heads turned toward them as they slipped along the main street. Teeny looked around and noted one thing that she hadn’t considered before. The Gakkada were looking for new genes, and there was not one redhead in the bunch. “Oh dear.”
Chapter Five
Zhomos stopped outside a shop that had ladies’ clothing in the display and an elegantly scripted sign declaring it Akathika’s.
He waited for her to dismount the bike and then did the same. “Come along, my cousin is very good at what she does.”
Teeny blinked. “What does she do?”
“She is a seamstress of some renown. Come along. I believe she just opened her doors.”
The lock clicked audibly as they approached, and a woman with the same dark hair and eyes as her host smiled at them. “Zhom! Why are you here?”
“I am bringing you a customer, Akath. This is Christiena Montague.”
“The one who brought Thaka home?”
“The very same. She is here on vacation and wishes to wear some more comfortable clothing than is available at the resort. Can you assist her?”
The woman flapped her hands at him. “Of course I can. You go and file some paperwork or something. Come back in two hours.”
Zhom inclined his head. “We are going to Norcroft Beach, so take that into account.”
Akath nodded. “I get it. Swimwear. Now shoo. I need to run my questions past your companion to find out what she is after.”
In a moment, Teeny was staring up at the larger woman with a pugnacious expression on her face, and she didn’t care what the woman thought. “Greetings of the day to you.”
The woman paused for a moment and then grinned. “And to you. Call me Akath and come inside. If you stay out too much longer, every unattached male in the village will come sniffing around.”
Teeny stepped into the shop and admired the brightly coloured displays. “It is a very nice shop.”
“Thank you, Miss Montague.”
“Please, call me Teeny.”
Akath’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “Teeny, then, what did you have in mind?”
“I am looking for tunics and trousers in light-weight materials. I like being comfortable most of the time.”
Akath looked her up and down. “They don’t really suit you. They make you look like a child.”
Teeny looked down and shrugged. “It is a bonus in my occupation to seem small and harmless.”
“Fine. I will set you up with some sets of clothing, but will you let me pick the cut and the colour?”
Teeny stared at the woman and saw an eagerness to do the best job possible in her eyes. “I agree. You pick the colours and the cut.”
The light of challenge came to Akath’s eyes, and she bustled Teeny to the back of the shop and had her stripped to the skin in under a minute.
Gakkada underwear was comfortable if very miniscule. The clothing that Akath picked out for her was a light silk that was swiftly pinned and tucked into an hourglass shape. Deep purple, vibrant green and dark burgundy were the colours chosen by the seamstress. Akath was an expert at altering existing clothing to fit but even her skills were tested when it came to the swimwear.
The suit that Teeny finally wore consisted of two long panels of fabric that covered her breasts turning into one as they passed through her thighs and covered her butt before wrapping low around her hips again. Akath