Page 9 of Arrested By the Orc

I grimace, baring my tusks. “I'm an orc. Humans have always considered us monstrous.”

“Well, those were olden times because it's not like that anymore. And you look really good in that uniform. You need to go over there and nicely tell her, with no way for her to misunderstand and don't be mean, that there's nothing between the two of you. And remember, it's important that you scented me. And what does that even mean that you scented me? What are you talking about?”

“You are mine.”

“Yeah, what? For a date. You want to date me?”

“That's what humans say. No orcs don't date. I was initially planning on asking you on a human style date and trying to take this slow for you, but as you can tell I’m having difficulty.”

Her eyes widen. “What are you saying?”

“You're my mate.”

“Mate. Like wife. Are you saying that you want to marry me?”

There are gasps of surprise and a twitter of excitement from the nearby humans.

“I have thought about it long and hard. I've waited to approach you till after winter. So I would not scare you away or possibly do something without your consent. But yes, this is what I want and I hope you want this too. You need to think about this. I'm going over there and I'm going to tell her what you said for me to tell her. Meanwhile you need to decide before we go on this first date. I say trying hard not to laugh at this ridiculous term that humans use but you need to know that if we were to…”

“Kiss?”

“Touch,” I say.

“Have sex,” she whispers.

I groan. “If we do any of those things, I will latch on to you for life. There is no cheating amongst orcs I physically cannot cheat. So you have to decide right now whether we want that type of commitment with me or not. As of now, we have not touched skin to skin or, kissed, or…”

“Had wild, hot nasty sex,” she repeats.

“Yes,” I grown again. She's hurting me. “Because we have done none of those things. I could ask for a job transfer. I could remove myself from this situation. And you could just live your life like normal don't be concerned about me. But if you do want to start something up with me it's not something where we can go on a few dates and then decide it's over.”

“Where we get married and then I divorce you?”

I wince because the word divorce literally causes me physical pain. “No, this human construct of this thing that you call divorce is not amongst my species. I cannot start a physical relationship with you if you do not understand that it will be for life.”

“I get it. Thank you. Amanda’s coming over. You better go talk to her.”

She turns away and stands with the group of humans in the cell.

I exit and walk towards Ms. Amato.

“Well, finally,” the reporter tosses her long hair over her shoulder and frowns. “What was that all about? I didn't know that you are so friendly with Sadie Powell.”

She is trying her best to hide her irritation. Now I can tell that everything Sadie says true. I don't understand human cues. I did of course scent this female’s arousal from the first, but I've scented hundreds of women over the last decade who have had this same reaction towards me and I ignore it and move on. And I think most females, if they knew that I could scent their arousal would be highly embarrassed and it is an odd thing because I think most of them still are scared of me. I never let on that I know. Only this once with Sadie has it actually mattered.

I've been ignoring it from Ms. Amato just like I do everyone else and we still continue to work together. She often requests for me to call her in private, which I don't do, or for us to go places together alone, which I always managed to decline nicely.

Maybe while trying to be polite I’ve been accidentally encouraging this.

“I thought we were going to go out together after…?”

“No. I never said that. That was your idea that I never agreed to.”

“But I thought…”

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

She glances at the cell. “What did Sadie say about me? Is this because of her?”

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