Page 38 of My Tiny Giant
“Well,” he said with a smile in his voice. “I really don’t feel like getting used to someone else’s breasts.”
I snorted a laugh, nearly shaking him off.
“I don’t think that’s how they’ll want me to transport you.”
“Sadly, no,” he agreed. “They already have some kind of purse for you for that purpose. You’ll be going in as a guest, by invitation. Once we’re inside, I’ll sneak into the meeting room and do all the spying stuff. You will stay behind to mingle with the guests. Once I’m done, you’ll carry me out of there—in the purse, according to the mission plan. However, I’m sure we could bend some rules at that point. If you want to hold me close to your heart on the way out, I won’t object.”
Now, he sounded more like the Agan I’d first met—cocky and larger-than-life.
“So, will you come with me, Eleven?”
“It doesn’t sound like there will be that much for me to do.”
“Exactly. You’ll just have to attend a party. I wouldn’t have asked for you if it was any more dangerous than that.”
“Are you still concerned about my performance in dangerous situations?”
“It’s not your performance that I’m worried about.” He took a long pause, as if considering what to say next. “Here’s the thing, Emma. When it comes to you, I’m torn. On one hand, I have this unstoppable urge to wrap you in a soft blanket and keep you far away from any danger. On the other hand, if there is a real threat, I’d want to have you right next to me. How is that possible?”
As unbelievable as the idea was, it appeared he might care about me—as a friend at least. His words also meant he trusted me, which was important in a mission partner.
I touched his knee again.
“Maybe it’s because you’ve witnessed first-hand that I can handle danger?” I shrugged, trying to keep my voice light and casual to mask the odd warm feeling in my chest.
“Yes, you can.” He placed his hand on top of my finger. “And I respect the shit out of you for that.”
Chapter 9
“Y OU LOOK...AMAZING , Eleven,” Agan mumbled.
He was staring at me as I climbed inside the two-seater aircraft, the type that Voranians used as personal vehicles, the way we did cars on Earth.
Operated by a computer, the aircraft was to take us to the event at the Professor Voltuds’s rooftop mansion. The purpose of our mission was to gather more evidence of the professor’s wrongdoing that would ensure a proper punishment after his arrest. Also, General Craxus wished to positively identify the professor’s sponsor.
“Very pretty.” Agan kept gaping at me.