Page 14 of Kidnapped from the Paradise Resort

Kara stiffened in his lap.

“What difference doesthatmake?”

“Because I would never touch you against your will—not even in my dreams,” J’orn told her. “I’ll always listen to you—listen to what your body is telling me.”

“And what…what was my body telling you? In…in your dream, I mean?” Kara wished her voice didn’t sound so breathless.

“That you wanted me to pet your soft little pussy and make you come,” J’orn growled softly in her ear. “That you wanted me to?—”

“Attention, this is your Captain speaking,” the overhead com blared. “We are in our final descent. Please be sure your harnesses are securely fastened for landing.”

The shuttle swooped suddenly downward and Kara had to bite back a scream.

“Don’t worry—it always does this. I’ve got you.” J’orn wound his arms around her again, pulling her tight against his chest. Kara leaned back against him willingly, but she knew as soon as they landed she had to get away. The conversation they’d been having was highly inappropriate. She was sure if she spent any more time with her ex-assistant she was going to do something they would both regret.

So even though she’d promised to let him take her to the resort she was staying at, the minute the shuttle touched down she popped open the harness and squirmed out of his lap.

Standing on the edge of the seat, she managed to hop over the sleeping Mr. Oatmeal and found herself in the aisle.

“Hey—where do you think you’re going?” J’orn demanded, half rising from his seat.

“To the ladies' room,” Kara lied. She knew if she told him she was leaving him behind, he’d be after her like a shot. “Sorry, Ireallyhave to go,” she added.

He frowned.

“All right, but meet me in front of the shuttle.”

Kara nodded, but she had no intention of complying. She needed to get away from the big Kindred before something worse than a naughty dream happened between them!

8

J’ORN

J’orn watched her hurry down the aisle with a feeling of deep misgiving. He knew Kara well enough to know how she would react to what she considered an inappropriate or uncomfortable situation. She would run from it—run from him. But there was no way he could get to her with his fucking seatmate still sprawled out and taking up all the room.

“Hey—move, can’t you?” he demanded, glaring down at the other male.

“Hmph?” his seatmate grunted. He was still half asleep—he must have taken some extra breaths of the Dream Gas.

“Wake up!” J’orn didn’t like to poke him—he didn’t want the other male’s slime on his hands. Instead, he leaned closer to the oozing ear hole and shouted it again, “WAKE UP!”

“Huh!” the other male sat bolt upright in his seat and looked around. “What happened? Where am I?” he burbled.

“The shuttle has landed—we’re on Paradise Prime,” J’orn told him. “And I need to get out of my seat—now! So get up.”

But the oozing alien couldn’t be rushed. With a lot of mumbling and grumbling he finally vacated his seat and began to move forward with the rest of the line.

J’orn waited impatiently but since he had been seated at the very end of the shuttle, he was one of the very last people to finally get off. He looked anxiously as he disembarked, scanning the crowded docking area for Kara but she was nowhere to be found.

It was as he had feared—she had given him the slip.

9

KARA

Kara dodged through the crowd of people waiting to disembark. Luckily the shuttle’s center aisle was considerably wider than that of an airplane back on Earth, so it was possible to get past the people who were pulling items out of the overhead bins.

Kara only had a small purse with her ID and a single cred-chip card in it. She was glad all over again that she’d bought a vacation package that included the transportation of her luggage. According to the shuttle’s travel guide, her carry-all cube would be automatically sent to the Fem Lovely Resort, where she was staying.

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