Lilia galaxy, and yet he could blush because he thought the lady was sexy. Amazing.
“I meant that I thought she was hiding something but that she was honest. It was a flash decision.” He pondered for a few seconds. “But he couldn’t have known she came on board the Pryde . The hover craft isn’t marked with our insignia, and I circled the area a few times before locking in.”
Erik shifted his focus back to her. “I’ll ask again. Who are you, and why are the authorities looking for you?”
The woman stood now that they were no longer zipping across huge sections of the universe in nanoseconds.
“I’m Danessa Vanessa, formerly a dancer from Illinois and soon to be a bride. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in my cabin.”
Charlie started to stand but she held up her hand. “I can find the way back to my cabin.”
Stopping at the hatchway, she tossed over her shoulder, “Thanks for a real exciting takeoff, boys. I can only hope the remainder of the trip is less so.” And she was gone.
Erik felt a certain heat had left with her, whether from her sexy, hot body or her fiery rhetoric, he couldn’t be sure.
“Well, she’s something,” he commented.
“To tell the truth, I couldn’t tell about her. She said she was nervous about her upcoming wedding.”
“Did you believe her?”
“I think there’s something more, something intense, going on with her.”
“Big tits, big problem,” Dilly put in. “It’s the same with all women.”
“Other than that she has big tits,” Erik said, wiping his eyes tiredly, “what did you get from her, Adam?” His XO was not only the best ship’s officer Erik had ever served with, he was psychic, trained by the best of the best on Omi.
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean, nothing? That’s impossible, isn’t it?”
Adam pursed his lips and looked out the front screen for a moment. “It’s never happened before. I didn’t probe her mind when she first came onto the bridge, but after the government’s demands I probed plenty. She knows how to block her thoughts.” He cocked his head and looked at Erik. “You know what that means.”
“Yeah, she’s something other than a stripper from small-town Illinois, wherever that is. The question is, if she’s not Danessa Vanessa, who the hell is she? And why is she on my ship?”
Chapter Four
Susan left the bridge before she screamed. Okay, yes, she had to escape Earth before she caught a bullet. And yes, meeting up with the weird bride-to-be who matched her own shape and weight so well had been a near miracle. And yes , any woman with half a brain and a fraction of a libido would kill for the chance to share a long flight with three truly fine examples of men. Even if he hadn’t been more handsome than sin, the captain’s easy show of power made him irresistible. Charlie was adorable in a boyish way that would make any woman want to hold him to her breasts and invite him to suckle. And the third man, Adam, had a physique that made her mouth water. Not to mention his alluring gray eyes.
Yes, any woman would kill for the chance to spend months in space with men like these. Susan had only one question—why her ?
For the past twelve years, with rare exceptions when she “rested” in Centre City or hid out in her secret bungalow on Olympus III, she spent most of her life in law enforcement working undercover. There she lived or died solely on how well she read others and kept them from reading her. Emotions were tightly controlled, thoughts were harbored, and anything that might open her inner self to the scrutiny of others—anything like sex, which by its very nature left her vulnerable and unprotected for several seconds—was avoided at all costs. Below the culture’s surface, where criminals and the low members of society lived, Susan had the reputation of being GENvert because she avoided sex so assiduously.
GENverts, or gender-perverted individuals, were genetically manipulated so as to be