Page 155 of Seven Oars
What she’d allowed him to do.
What she’d wanted him to do.
Bastard.
It wasn’t all that exciting.They didn’t mesh.
Or maybe he was bad at sex. Yeah, that was it—an alien bore.
She pressed her legs together as her gaze fell on the pile of clothes next to her. They were her clothes. Only one person could have brought them, and he must’ve done it while she slept.
Dick.
How was she supposed to put them on?
Stretching one leg out, Rosamma raked the clothes closer with her toes.
The Tana-Tana corpse swayed.
She used every foul word she knew and some new ones she’d learned from the pirates.
She had her pants on when the door finally—finally—opened.
“Untie me, you prick!” she screeched.“Who do you think you are?”
Gro’s eyes got huge.“Who do you think I am, Rosamma?”
“Oh.” She flushed so hotly her face warmed up the Meat Locker.“Hi, Gro.”
The fact that she was conspicuously missing the entire top of her attire didn’t help dispel Gro’s concerns.
“Rosamma, are you alright?”
“Yes and no,” Rosamma grumbled.“Can you please undo my hands?”
“What happened?”
Gro made short work of the ties. They had never been meant to hold her in here forever.
Rosamma threw aside the collar and hurriedly put on her layers of shirts. It felt much warmer and a whole lot more appropriate.
“I had an argument with the Striker,” she said.
Gro’s eyes got even bigger.“You called him a prick, didn’t you?”
Rosamma sighed.“I guess I was being difficult.”
“You?” Gro asked in an incredulous voice.
“I didn’t mean to!” She was on the verge of whining.
She tried again.“I’m glad that you found me, Gro.”
“Not hard to do. I wish y’all had picked a different place to hide.”
They left the Meat Locker together.
“I went to the Command Center and spoke with Phex,” Rosamma told Gro and Eze when they were back at the Cargo Hold.
