Page 13 of Alien Prince's Claim

“Kli,” Red said. “Kli Zeen.”

I carried the coffees over to my table and they took the chairs on the other side.

Ettod’s ass was so wide she had to sit on two — one for each buttock.

Still, the chairs groaned beneath her hefty weight.

“What are these?” Ettod asked, poking at the packet of half-eaten cookies.

“Only the best-held secret in the galaxy,” I said with grandiosity. “You should try dipping them in your coffee. Trust me. You’ll love it.”

Ettod stared, mesmerized by the cookies, and gnawed nervously on her thick bottom lip. “Are they fattening?”

I beamed at her. “Unlike you would ever believe.”

Ettod was on them instantly, scooping them up three at a time and drowning them in coffee before tossing them into her mouth, sucking them dry, and swallowing them.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she braced the palms of her hands on the tabletop as if she might collapse without the extra support otherwise.

“Ohhhhhh!” she said, as was so close to orgasmic that I had to double-check she was still conscious. “These are amazing! Do you mind if I…?”

She motioned toward the packet shyly.

I smiled. “Of course. You would be doing me a huge favor if you ate them.”

She would be saving me literally days of punishment in the gym.

She devoured them the same way she had the first lot.

There was a knock at the door.

We turned as one to look over at it.

The door creaked open and a member of Management — an Assistant, unless I missed my guess — peered around the doorframe and looked in at us.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Of course not,” Kli said. “It’s your kitchen. You do whatever you need to.”

The Assistant smiled before stepping into the room and looking us over. “Thank you, but it’s actually you I’ve come to see.”

Kli hopped to her feet, eyes bulging and wide. “Me? Has it happened? Has one of the females finally dropped out?”

The Assistant nodded. “Yes. One has dropped out. But—”

“Yes!” Kli said, performing a strange little dance with her double joints.

Ettod and I shared a look of jealousy.

It was a one-in-three chance, but in this game, there was no second place.

“Are you Emily?” the Assistant said.

Kli’s smile evaporated.

She didn’t say it wasn’t, and I could see the cogs whirring in her mind as to whether or not she could figure out a way to say that it was her name.

“No,” Ettod said, pointing a stubby finger at me. “She is.”

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