Page 33 of Treasured By the Alien Rogue
“I named your shroom god.”
“I see.” Praise kink . . . My snort rang out. “I’ve never considered calling her a good girl.”
“Maybe because you only have one good girl.”
Why was there an edge in her voice? “You’re right.”
“I am.”
Definitely an edge, but she appeared both physically and emotionally tired, so that must be the cause.
“Nothing has led me to believe the god who resides within my shroom is female,” I said.
“I think she is.” She shrugged. “It was a wild guess on my part. She likes bath bombs, and she knows which tampons and floss I prefer. Is there a problem with me calling her Alexa or naming her female?”
“Not one bit.”
“My GPS lets me change its voice. I like the one with the sexy British accent.” She covered her mouth as she yawned.
“I see.” I didn’t ask what a GPS was. Something from her home world that she missed. Another thing to add to the list. What was a British accent?
“Anyway, I should go to bed.” She released a rueful laugh. “I’ll take the sofa.”
“Did you sleep on a sofa when you lived on Earth?”
“Oh, no. I slept on a bed. I was referring to the only one bed trope that’s popular in romance novels.”
I blinked slowly. Soon, I needed to quiz my god about everything that might appeal to my new mate. I wanted her to be happy here with me. I couldn’t catch my breath when I thought of her leaving or rejecting me.
“Let me show you where you can sleep and not on a sofa,” I said, taking her hand and leading her to the only bedroom. “What’s a trope?”
“A plot or a theme that’s used so commonly in books that it becomes a popular thing in the genre.” Her smile rose, and I was so glad to see it. “I can tell you don’t understand what I mean. On Earth, many of us read books. I don’t know if you read much here.”
“We don’t have books.”
“Not even if you ask Alexa to provide you with one?” she looked up at the ceiling. “Hey, Alexa, could I have an e-reader loaded with enough books for three lifetimes? It needs to have a never-ending battery life or recharge with solar, please. Oh, and make sure the books are steamy romance, plus I’d love a few paranormal cozy mysteries. Complete series only, if you’ll be so kind.”
A flat black thing appeared on the floor, and she scooped it up, hugging it against her chest. “Thanks, Alexa!” Holding it out, she stared down at it. “Wait. This is just a piece of wood.”
“She’s a plant god. Wood, leaves, bark.”
“But she gave me tampons.”
I had no idea what those were. “The god will give us what it’s capable of delivering.”
“Aw, no e-reader?”
“I suspect not.”
She huffed and peered up at the ceiling. “How about a book? That’s paper, which is made from vegetation.”
Another rectangular block appeared near her feet.
Lifting it, she frowned. “A dictionary?”
“What’s a dictionary?”
“A volume full of definitions for words.”