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“I’m being polite,” she said. “I like people. I know you don’t want people to see me or know about me but…”

“What are you talking about,” he asked.

“Isn’t this why you want me naked in your room,” she asked. “To keep me away from others so you’re not embarrassed.”

“It’s to keep you away from others,” he said. “But not because I’m embarrassed. I don’t want to share you. I hate anyone seeing you. I want to keep you hidden to protect you. It’s a natural instinct as is the possessiveness I feel when it comes to you.”

“I thought you were embarrassed about… I’m not like the others you’ve had,” Gwyn said twisting her hands nervously.

“I don’t know who made you self-conscious about your looks, but I love your shape and curves,” Ulrik said. “If anyone criticizes them, you tell me, and I’ll deal with them. You’re lovely and perfectly shaped.”

“Control likes the companions to be slimmer,” Gwyn said. “I need to lose weight by the time this contract is up.”

“Why,” Ulrik slid his hand down to cup her bottom. “You’re perfect.”

“Thank you,” Gwyn said. “My position comes with specific requirements.”

“Based on the requirements of the client,” Ulrik asked.

“Yes,” Gwyn said.

“I require you to stay the same weight,” he said.

“You’ll have to note it in my one week review,” Gwyn said.

“I forgot about the damn reviews,” he said. “Do they send you missives based on the review?”

“Companions get a summary of how they can do better,” Gwyn said.

“You know how you can do better,” Ulrik asked. He pushed her into a side corridor away from anyone passing by.

“How,” she asked. She knew some men liked public sex. Jeans made public sex harder. Did he want her exposed?

“Hey,” he said feeling her tremble. “Relax. You always have a say.”

“If you wanted public sex, I should have worn a dress,” she said. Reaching for the zipper on her pants.

“No,” he said firmly taking her hands. “You can do better by not worrying about your reviews. I’m very satisfied.”

Stroking the outside of his pants, she rubbed his cock. “This tells a different story,” she said softly.

“That will be that way for a while,” he said. “It’s my biology again. Sinivites are very amorous.” He wanted to tell her she was his mate. He wanted her to know she was special, but she was all business.

Leaning into him, she kissed him softly. “I’m not supposed to say...,” she said.

“Tell me,” he said holding her close.

“I don’t like public sex,” she said. “It’s awkward and I don’t want people to see.”

“I don’t want public sex,” he said. “Remember, Sinivites don’t like to share.”

“Okay,” she said. She rewarded him with a long kiss, pressing her body against his. “What time was the appointment?”

“Dammit,” he grumbled. “We’re going to be late.”

He rushed her the rest of the distance to the healing center. Doctor Shifleman greeted them, noted the bulge the captain sported and the woman who he brought. “Hello,” he said. “You’re due for an exam.”

“Yes,” Gwyn said. “I had one right before I left.”

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