Page 1 of His Theo

Chapter 1

“I’m not…are you sure this is a good idea?” Smart people could talk people into stupid shit and I was afraid I’d ended up in one of those situations.

Nicholas snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yes.”

He was so helpful.

His partner on the other hand tried to be helpful and patted my head with one of his smaller tentacles, even though it made him feel weird to touch someone else because of the mating bond. “You are a submissive human with a preference for tentacles instead of arms. You will be highly sought after for conversation or pleasure.”

I’d worked with him long enough to know what that translated into…

Don’t worry. You like tentacles so at the very least someone is going to feel you up.

Sadly, that would’ve been the best date I’d experienced in a very long time. “Thanks, Larry.”

We should never have sent the Three Stooges into space.

“You’re hot. You’re so submissive you’re going to ask someone what you should pick for dinner. And you’re turned on by them, not creeped out. You have nothing to worry about.” Nicholas glared at me, looking a lot like he did when I saw him at work. “But you’re going to anyway.”

Yep.

How he was a submissive I’d never know, but his mate wasn’t human and was perfectly convinced of Nicholas’s submission, so I didn’t question it.

“Um, you said it was a steakhouse. I don’t go to those kinds of places on a regular basis so you’re going to have to help me pick out something good.” Even working for a big research university, janitors didn’t get paid shit.

Ha.

No. I had to focus.

Aliens wouldn’t want scattered-brained subs any more than the human kind of Doms did.

Evidently getting easily distracted during a scene was rude.

Nicholas glared at me before sighing and losing some of his frustration. “You’re so submissive, some lucky alien is just going to carry you off like ‘Me Tarzan, you Jane.’”

Was that supposed to be a bad thing?

“Yes, please.” Hiding that desire seemed counterproductive since I was going to a meet-and-greet for aliens and humans to mix.

Nicholas didn’t seem to know what to say to me but he didn’t have that problem with his mate. “What are you so happy about?”

Larry puffed up and looked like he’d just made a discovery in the lab. “Our human will be highly superior than the others that are brought. He is exceedingly submissive and eager to mate.”

It sounded like he thought they were bringing the best dessert at a potluck…but I was the dessert.

Me.

Nicholas threw his head back and laughed which just made Larry even more pleased about the whole situation. They were both so distracting I forgot to be embarrassed about the dessert comparison.

I was no peach cobbler, no matter how good my ass looked…but I appreciated the compliment.

Finally getting his laughter under control, Nicholas nodded. “You’re badass, baby. He’s going to be the best. You’re right.”

Evidently the highly competitive thing wasn’t just about scientific discoveries and Monopoly.

“I have also been told by several students and faculty that he is attractive by human beauty standards as well. That will place him on a higher social standing with other humans. They will see his physical shape as something to envy.” Larry had an excitable, humans are fascinating tone to his voice that was making his mate snicker again.

“Oh yeah.” Nicholas sent me a teasing leer that had me finally remembering how to blush and how insane the conversation had gotten. “He’s a hottie. We’re definitely bringing the best human.”

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