Apparently the Azurite women were more open-minded than the men.
“Okay, okay. Enough fun at the men’s expense. I am intrigued by some of the Earth classics. Jane Eyre would be an excellent choice…”
The women returned to a more serious conversation and the group chose the book for the next month, finally sharing their choice with the men. Jaime walked Lexi back to her apartment.
“Well, you women sure seemed to enjoy Harry Potter,” he said smiling with a glint in his eye.
Lexi cleared her throat and avoided his eye contact. “Yes. They had some interesting perspectives.”
Jaime smiled a knowing smile. “It’s okay. I know what those women really talk about. My sister came a few times to the club. She isn’t as…progressive as some of the others though and stopped attending.”
“Progressive is a good word for it. It almost felt like home. Thank you, it was exactly what I needed.”
They arrived at Lexi’s door and exchanged goodbye’s before Lexi entered her room. She pressed her back against the closed door and exhaled deeply. Home. She had felt at home, if only for a few hours. Perhaps she could live here permanently.
8.
Raedyn was in Kla’deehk’riyah, or the Earth equivalent of hell. He was a mess of contradictions: feverish with chills while simultaneously sweating, his limbs were shaky and he was both hungry and nauseous. He was going to die. As sure as the Fier’the’yi Fho’rd would orbit the Earth tomorrow, he would not be alive to see it. His tongue was thick in his mouth and he longed for a sip to drink if he only had the energy to retrieve it. He should have called for a nurse hours ago, but his ego wouldn’t have it.
The worst part of all: he was four days overdue for his now tri-weekly deposit. The thin sheets aggravated his sensitive skin, grazing his member with light glances, causing ripples of arousal across his body. He had had a perpetual erection for an hour now though, it wasn’t distraction enough from his sickness.
He tried to will himself better. Rest. He would just rest and sleep off the unpleasantness he was going through. He imagined what his friend Brahk would say finding him in this state, sheet tented and squirming under the blanket of fever. He would laugh. And then Raedyn wouldn’t be able to show his face in the locker room of the sport’s stadium for weeks. Months even.
Gods. He should have taken better care of himself. He should have gone into the clinic at the first symptoms of illness, but he had been avoiding public places out of fear for running into Lae. He had been receiving daily transmissions and notices from her reminding him to make his deposits. He couldn’t take the nagging. There. Much better. She was an instant boner killer.
Now that his body was relaxing, maybe he could get some sleep.
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Lexi watched the monitor outside Raedyn’s apartment for entrance. She had promised to return some materials to him about leaders of the Azurites. He had said if he wasn’t home that she could place them on his table and he would get them later. The screen registered that he was at home, but wasn’t answering.
She stepped forward, activating the motion sensor door and entered his rooms. They were neat and utilitarian with bold, dark, masculine colors and surprisingly warm. When she thought of Raedyn, warmth was not an adjective she would use to describe him. Unfortunately, physically, the room was frigid cold. He must have had the temperature set very low to create such an atmosphere.
She laid the materials on the table when she heard a noise of distress coming from the back room. In disregard of his privacy, she tiptoed down the hallway to the bedroom area of his apartment. The groans continued and she hesitated for a moment wondering if she would be intruding on a private moment before she recalled whose home she was in. Raedyn was by the book. He wouldn’t be found with a woman in a compromising position.
Slowly, she peeked through
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