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Probably at his crotch, not wanting to know what’ll happen next.

Part of me wonders how it will feel if he gets things his way. With that body...

No!

What the fuck is wrong with me? I have to get out of this situation! I—

He looks around and his gaze lands on my pussy. I look away, not wanting to see his face. If he didn’t realize that, he would by now.

And... He must have planned this. He just wants to...

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

My ankles are free, and they fall together again. He moves away from me with a light blush on his face. He clears his throat. “Look, I’ve never meant to do that. I wasn’t going to sit around for you to kick me.”

I take a breath, trying to figure out whether he is waiting for another chance. My head is buzzing and that won’t make me a good fighter.

He continues. “I’m not here to violate you or hurt you. Trust me, given what you did to me, if I were to do something, I would have. There have been too many opportunities.”

“To...”

“Ensure you’re dead and die ugly, I suppose.”

“You sound like a criminal.”

“Or someone who watches too many crime movies during his inter-planet flights.” He shrugs, sounding innocent enough. “I mean it. I’m just a regular being earning an honest living. I just want to be out of here, finish my delivery, then fly home.”

I slowly let out a breath, hoping the tension in me would be gone. He will be the death of me.

Chapter eight

Chapter 8

Grihul

Istare at this human female on my bed. Kendra, huh? She is just here to annoy me. I try to be nice and offer her my bed, but she apparently hates it. Maybe she thinks that she is special or something and doesn’t care about a regular being like me, which is rude.

She remains staring at the ceiling, acting as if she doesn’t want to look me in the eyes. Maybe I spread her legs, but that wasn’t what I set out to do. I’ve told her, though. If I meant her harm, I could have done that already. There’s nothing she can do to stop me. I outnumber her with my arms.

But she still acts like a brat as if I have to be nice to her.

My cock twitches. It is beyond tempting to do something, but I’m not that kind of guy.

Now, she remains on the bed, but if I move a step or get out of the room, will she—

She sits up and stares at me, even before I make up my mind. She clears her throat. “So, you want to gift me a night on the bed.”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll sleep at the dashboard even though you should be getting a better night’s sleep on the bed.”

I shrug. “I don’t care. It’s just another day.”

“But I don’t feel good receiving this gift. You know... I’ve not been too nice to you.”

“I’m not that kind of male.”

“I can see that.” She stares at the empty spot on the bed. She isn’t big enough to take up all the space, after all. “So... I think the bed is big enough for both of us to sleep in peace.”

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