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his bare chest. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, and seeing him half naked stopped Rae dead in her tracks. There was nothing to distinguish him from a human male, just a few light scars and a whole lot of muscle.
    He spotted her and time seemed to slow down for Rae. Markar never took his eyes off of her as he walked purposefully down the hallway. Rae held her breath as he neared. She felt like prey being stalked by a predator with Markar’s unblinking golden eyes never leaving her. But when he reached her frozen body he only gave her a small nod and brushed by her. After he passed, Rae was finally freed from her spell. Remembering to breath, she quickly made her way towards her cold shower, still feeling the heat on her skin from where he had brushed against her.
    Furiously scrubbing at herself, Rae realized she had a problem. Her mission was compromised. She was definitely lusting after her target. There must be some way she could salvage this. At least she couldn’t fail to get information out of Markar while living with him. That was just bound to happen, and to be honest, she had already connived way more truths out of Markar than whole teams of espionage specialists put together.
    Smiling at her success, she remembered that they were nearing another planet. When she returned to Earth her superior officers were going to trip over themselves to hear the results of her mission. That’s if she ever returned to Earth. Markar didn’t seem to want to take her back anytime soon, but Rae was confident that she could convince him if she had to.
    Finishing her shower, she put on the clothing Markar had given her to wear. She didn’t know how the hell he got any clothing in her size. Maybe he had hand stitched it. Rae snorted at her own joke as she made her way to the kitchen.
    As she was eating her meal Markar walked in, fully dressed this time. He was about to say something to her when a video screen popped up covering one of the walls. Rae gaped at it in surprise and was able to see a man on it that looked very similar to Markar before she was knocked flat on her face and her meal was splattered all over the room. Markar had moved quicker than lightning and thrown her to the floor. Rae grunted as she tried to push her battered body up, but the asshole was now holding her down with one large foot on her back.
    “What the fuck, Markar?” she mumbled as she tried to access her injuries without being able to get up. Once she realized she didn’t have any sort of brain damage, Rae noticed she could hear the man on the video talking, because it was definitely not Markar’s voice. She froze, straining to hear his words, but it was useless because it was another language he was speaking. Markar actually snarled at the man in reply. His violent reaction startled Rae, and she began to fear that he would somehow squish her in his anger.
    Markar’s foot was still pinning her to the floor and the conversation didn’t seem to be going good for him. Rae couldn’t see the man on the video screen’s reaction because she was stuck behind the large island that they ate at. She was glad the other guy couldn’t see her, and she began to wish desperately that she could just crawl out of the room and leave the two men alone to fight it out.
    After what seemed an eternity of angry comments back and forth, Markar finally lifted his foot off of Rae’s back and crouched down to look at her. “I am so sorry Rae. Are you hurt at all?” Markar skimmed his hands over her body looking for injuries. Rae noticed his hands were shaking and the worry she saw in his eyes seemed disproportionate to the situation.
    “Other than getting my food in my hair and your damn boot digging into my back? I’m fine.” Rae tried to brush his caresses away, but at her words his brows furrowed and he gripped her more firmly. Flipping her back onto her stomach, Markar lifted the hem of her shirt. “What the hell are you doing!” Rae shouted as she