Page 21 of Alien Prince's Claim

When the Assistant glanced over Emily’s shoulder at me, her brow creased with concern, I wondered what exactly it was that she was worried about.

Then she nodded her head too and was gone.

Emily looked after her for a little while before she shut the door.

Then she slowly turned around and approached me, standing before me in all her glory.

Now, we were alone.

And as annoying as I found the Assistant to be, as crowded as the suite had felt with her unnecessary presence within it, I couldn’t help but now wish she was there with us just a little longer.

I wanted to do unspeakable things to this female and I wasn’t sure how to do so in a calm and effective way.

And if I acted on my baser instincts and tore her clothes off and immediately took her right then and there, what would she say?

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EMILY

Take me.

Take me.

Take me.

My shyness and lack of confidence had quickly melted when I heard Yaltah’s response to the suggestion that I could be replaced.

He had snapped at her — actually snapped!

It had surprised the Assistant as much as it had me.

That was the reason she had taken me aside at the door and asked if I was sure about doing this — that a Krev Steyatt was not something to be taken lightly.

“I’m sure,” I had told her, looking over my shoulder to see if I could identify any dangerous traits that might hold me back.

I saw none.

Then the Assistant glanced over my shoulder, leaned forward, and whispered one more warning in my ear:

“Are you sure you can… handle him?”

I almost burst out laughing.

What was so funny was that she had voiced the same concern that had run through my mind ever since I noticed the huge throbbing sausage in the front of his pants, like a monster begging to be set loose.

There was only one thing it wanted…

And I couldn’t help but blush at the thought of that.

“Yes,” I told her, surprised that her icy Management veneer had peeled back long enough for her to show true concern.

I was touched.

But she needn’t have been worried.

I was a big girl and could take care of myself.

The Assistant nodded, whispered, “Good luck,” and left.

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