Page 47 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

Walter.

Of course I meant Walter.

God, what was wrong with me? I had to stop thinking all those sexy thoughts about the professor and start fantasizing about my actual boyfriend. I’d think about him while making the video. It didn’t have to be long or dirty, just a quick, flirty video. I even had just the right outfit for it.

I rushed to my closet behind a lattice draped with vines and pulled out a bag with the lingerie set from Lievoa’s store. The sassy owner had slipped it in with our purchases. It still had the round scanning tags attached, since I’d had no chance to wear it.

After stripping from my comfy pajamas and the maternity underwear, I slipped the lacy panties on. They fit only under my belly, of course, but that was fine. The delicate material caressed my skin in a most sensual way.

The crotch of the panties was constructed from interwoven ribbons that were easily parted in whatever way one pleased to fit through someone’s fingers or...other appendages.

I heaved a breath, imagining a long, red tongue snaking through between the ribbons as the man’s vivid violet eyes gazed at me from between my parted legs.

Dammit...

Wrong tongue. Wrong eyes. This wasn’t the man I should be envisioning right now.

I yanked the cute little top out of the bag next and put it on. Tiny, multi-colored flowers decorated its shoulder straps and neckline. Pregnancy had expanded my chest slightly, too, not just my belly. The ribbons woven into the bra cups stretched around my breasts, lifting them enticingly. My hardened nipples poked out from between the weave.

I had no idea what I looked like, but dressed in this outfit, I sure felt sexy.

Padding back into the living room, I found my discarded tablet and turned the video function on. Using the screen as a mirror, I scrutinized my body dressed in the sexy, shamelessly bright pink outfit.

It was probably not something I’d wear on Earth. My friends might find the flowers tacky, and Walter... I honestly wasn’t sure what Walter would say about it. When I thought about us being together in bed, I imagined he’d tease me about the ribbons and the lace. But when I remembered the words from his letters, I didn’t think he’d care what I was wearing, as long as it made me happy.

And this outfit did make me feel happy and flirty. I smiled, smoothing the frills of the baby-doll top.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the “record” button.

“Well.” I smiled at the camera, running my fingers through my hair to release it from the hairband. “Hi, Kear—”

Shit. Not again.

Why did I say that?

Wrong name. Wrong man.

My cheeks flared with heat from mortification.

Focus, Maya.

Shaking my head, I stopped the video, deleted it, then started the recording anew.

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