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inexperienced, or a prude. Heck, she was usually the one saying things to shock people. This whole day had been one surprise after another, though the biggest one being the more time she spent in the big purple guy’s presence, the more attractive she found him. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so hasty in dismissing Zista’s suggestion that she take him for a spin. Not to get pregnant, hell no— no babies for me yet, and especially not until I find some answers —but to settle her stirring libido. Less stirring and more like burning. And wet.
    As the large and attractive warrior extolled the various features of the bedroom, bending over to show her the drawers tucked under the bed, she couldn’t help but stare at his ass. His very fine, taut ass. When he showed her the bathing chamber, and its actual shower, she couldn’t help but picture his dark hair, slicked back with moisture, the water beading down his muscular chest to …
    “Ahem.”
    He cleared his throat, and there came that damnable blush again. She couldn’t stop it, not when she realized she got caught staring at the spot below his belt—a spot that swelled bigger and bigger and, holy shit, bigger.
    Startled, she whirled and fled the bathroom to stand by the table set against the wall. She kept her back to him as she mumbled, “So thanks for the tour. I think I’m good now.” If horny. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
    She waited for the sound of the swishing door. Instead, she squeaked as his fingers caught her chin and tilted her to face him.
    “You seem perturbed ,” he murmured in a husky voice.
    If by perturbed he meant ready to ravish a perfect stranger, then yeah, that was her. “Just tired.”
    “I see.” The mirth curling his lips let her know he caught the lie.
    “It’s a human thing. We get weird,” and babble, “when we’re exhausted.”
    “Then, by all means, rest.” His thumb brushed her lower lip, which tingled at the touch. “Come find me after your recuperative sleep, and we shall share a repast.”
    With a gentle stroke of fingers across her cheek, he strode away, leaving her behind. Confused, aroused, annoyed, bothered, and wondering if Zista brought the mating cuffs.
    Because if I don’t get off this ship soon, I have a feeling I might have to go Zonian on his delectable purple ass.
    In the Zonian culture, it wasn’t the males who pursued the females, but the women. When a gal was considered old enough and wise enough to begin her own line, she went on a quest, more like a hunt, for a man. A great and noble tradition, if you were Zonian, but not quite so simple as a human.
    While she was not the strongest of warriors, Betty’s cleverness was considered an invaluable skill. Because of her wily nature and ability to get out of sticky situations, Betty had been cleared for breeding when they’d chosen her to travel with Zista for supplies— and while I’m out here, looking for clues to a certain person’s disappearance . While she fully intended to keep her eyes peeled for potential lover or boyfriend material, she had no intention of settling down yet or popping out babies.
    Especially purple ones. She well knew the Kulin were a male-dominated society. While Louisa had lucked out and got a pair who more or less let her rule the roost, she knew from her studies that was a rare thing. Most Kulin-mated females got stuck on a planet, popping out little warriors with misogynistic attitudes.
    However, that was only the mated ones. She didn’t have to marry the guy. Or tie herself to him in a forever after— I’ll never trust a man enough to promise that. And that was where the cuffs would come in. She could always take down the big guy—she possessed a stash of sedatives for all kinds of occasions—and tie him up to have her wicked way. Although, I’d bet I wouldn’t need them. He seems more than willing.
    But would he feel an obligation to keep her after?
    Betty wasn’t about to take the chance, not when