Page 16 of The Bully Alien

"Or else what? You won't get me off? Like I said, I have a hand and can finish the job myself."

"No. It's more than just my not getting you off," she hisses, coming back closer to me, her lips inches from my ears.

It takes everything in me not to grab her and roll her over so that I can shove her clothes aside and have my way with her.

"I want your respect," she continues.

I snort and take her hand away from my cock. I sit up and glare at her.

"I you want my respect, do you really think this is the way to go about it?"

"It certainly got your attention, didn't it?" she asks smugly.

I lift my eyebrows.

For the first time, she looks a little embarrassed. "It was easier to get you up than I thought it would be."

I furrow my brow. "Why did you think I wouldn't be aroused by you?"

She flushes and refuses to make eye contact with me.

Her scar. She's not just physically scarred. She is mentally too.

I shake my head. "You can't expect me to just go ahead and apologize when you should too."

"You first." She lifts her chin.

I laugh. "Why me first?"

"You started this between us."

"Is there anything between us?" I challenge.

Her eyes narrow. "I know your secret," she hisses.

"And you're going to hang that over my head despite my paying you. I see how it is. I see the kind of person you are."

"And what kind of person is that?"

"One who is desperate and over her head."

Delana is fuming.

"If you won't tell me about your home planet, maybe I'll..."

I glare at her. "You're really going to go there?"

She throws up her hands. "Why can't we work together? If you don't think anything you can learn here is going to help, why don't we just try to figure out your spaceship ourselves?"

"You'll only get in my way," I growl. "That's what I was afraid of in the first place."

"Just me? Because I'm a female?"

"Not just you. You aren't that special."

Her expression turns stricken.

Shit, that came out wrong.