Page 13 of Bad Beehavior

“How can you even speak my language?” I ask.

Baryx stands in the middle of my apartment, looking entirely out of place. “My antennas help with language decoding. I listened to your entertainment device while in that container and learned your language.”

“Well, shit.”

“Shit?” He gives me a scrunched-face look.

“Nevermind. Just sit down and stop standing there looking crazy. I need to get ready.”

He looks confused but follows my order, sitting on the couch he slept on.

Looking at it now, I feel bad. There’s no way he slept comfortably on that thing. He’s almost twice the size of it. Well, whatever. I’m harboring an alien fugitive. This isn’t the Four Seasons.

I grab a pair of jeans and a yellow tank top off the floor before heading to the bathroom. I just need space away from this guy to clear my head. I can’t get to work fast enough.

I’ve never gotten dressed so quickly in my life. I don’t know why I feel rushed, but I have to get out of this apartment. I’m not scared of him; I just need to see if I’ll start seeing giant bee men all around me to confirm if I’m crazy or not. Besides, the buzz throughout my body whenever I look at him makes me uncomfortable. I’m not supposed to be attracted to non-humans. That is definitely a big no-no in the mentally stable department.

When I open the bathroom door, Bee is standing in my kitchen, devouring the last bite of the toasted bagel. For the love of God, I can’t remember his alien name, so I will refer to him as Bee from now on.

“I’m sorry, I should have got you butter or something. A plain bagel couldn’t have been very good.”

Bee looks at me with wide eyes. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m honored that you would allow me to enjoy such an Earth delicacy.”

I chuckle. “I take it the food back on your planet isn’t very good, huh?”

“Our food is designed to sustain life, nothing more.”

“Well, then, we better go on a food tour of New York while you’re here.” I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. He’s leaving soon. There isn’t time for me to show him around the city. My mind switches from wanting him to stay to wishing he never showed up.

Bee smiles. “I’d like that very much.”

A tingly sensation shoots down my body, and then I know it’s time to leave. “Alright, well, I should get headed to work. Are you good here?”

“More than good,” he replies, walking closer to me as I put on my shoes and throw my purse over my shoulder.

“Right, well, just make sure no one else sees you like this. I don’t want to explain to my neighbors what’s happening.”

“Of course. Earth dwellers seeing me in my larger form would not be conducive to the mission. Thank you again for letting me stay.” He stands in the doorway as I open the front door. His large hazel eyes look so innocent, staring intently at my face.

“Okay, bye-bye.” I slam the door in his face, feeling like a bitch immediately after. I just can’t look at him any longer. God, I’m hoping work will clear my head, or I’m going to end up banging a bee before the day’s over.

Chapter 10: Baryx

I’m alone in Jennessa’s home. I’ve only known her for less than two days, and this short time without her feels like there’s a lack of oxygen. I pace around her living area, much like I watched her do the day before. Could it be possible that I’ve formed some type of attachment to this female? This can’t be beneficial for the mission.

I need to get out of here before the bond becomes too strong. If that were to happen, how could I bring myself to fertilize another female?

Unless I fertilize her…

Would I be able to impregnate her? Would The Colony know if I’d selected a target less than perfect? Maybe my pollen could penetrate any Earth ailments, and if I could fertilize her, all The Colony would see is the embryo I extract. If there were anything wrong with the offspring's genetic makeup, it would be blamed on chance. She doesn’t seem to be ill. She’s able to take care of herself and participate in work. My antennas might be faulty due to the attack, even if she piqued my interest before I was hit. If not, I could blame the mistake on them anyway.

My whole life revolved around this mission. Could I bring myself to bend the rules to my whim? Jennessa’s form comes to mind: her brown eyes that suck in my soul, her perky breasts, and the noises she makes when she’s lost in her pleasure.

The decision becomes clear. I’d do anything just for a chance to be near her. Even if I must return to my planet and leave her, having a few moments of bliss with her would be worth it. Nothing has ever been more important to me.

My heart sings. This could be the answer to all my worries. Jennessa agrees with the mission and has already taken me into her home. Although she still seems hesitant about me and hasn’t agreed to let me pollinate her, I doubt it would take much convincing.

I watched her pleasure herself. My brain already pieces together how I could bring the same amount of pleasure to her as well. If I were to make her orgasm, she’d be more than willing to allow me access to her ovaries.

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