Page 11 of Seeded By Two

It was not a welcome memory from my troublesome past as a tearaway.

When no response came, I balled up my fist and tried again — this time thumping at it with all the limited strength I could muster.

There was a pause before a voice said:

“Come.”

It was deep and commanding — reminding me even more of my school principal.

I ran my sweaty palms down the negligee I was wearing — and thank God I hadn’t worn this when I’d gone in to see the principal or I would have been in detention for years!

I cleared my throat and reached for the door.

It was unsurprisingly heavy and I managed to shoulder it open.

It wasn’t an office as I’d expected but a suite.

The bed loomed huge in the background like some giant monster staring down at me, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

My eyes locked tight on it and my eyes bulged in their sockets. “You, uh, wanted to see me?” I said.

I barely even glanced up at the only other person in the room.

He was tall, with powerful horns that jutted up at the ceiling.

I never thought horns could be sexy before but I suddenly felt hot under the collar.

His shoulders were ludicrously broad — at least, they would have been if they'd rested on the frame of a regular human male.

On his body, they were perfectly — and powerfully — proportioned.

His shoulders drew down into a tapered waist that was narrow but strong.

His sharp suit pants did little to disguise his powerful thighs.

Ideal for pumping.

He was dressed classily and could have fit well in any setting back on Earth, formal or informal, and I supposed that was the whole point.

But more than his powerful physical appearance was his bearing that seemed to loom larger even than the bed, pulling in the eye and the attention, refusing to let go.

There was something alluring about him, something that demanded you pay attention…

Or maybe it was just because my hormones were through the roof and I had no real way of keeping them under control.

His eyes fixed on mine and it was like a physical blow, rocking me back slightly, making my knees suddenly feel like jelly.

They were golden melted with deep oak brown, and swirls of purple that seemed to catch the light and glimmer.

I was glad I didn’t have anything to say otherwise I would have stumbled over myself.

His eyes flicked down to my feet and then back up again, taking me in, before resting on my eyes.

“Yes,” he said in his deep baritone. “Please sit down.”

There was only one chair across from his position on the other side of the table and I staggered over to it.

Already out of breath and all he’d done was look at me!

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