“Hey, these are expensive you know?”
“Your garment is hideous. They’re unfit to be worn by a future queen.”
Okay, this role-playing was starting to annoy me. I halted his hand when he was about to rip my panties. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not in the mood anymore. I want to go home.”
Fai ripped my panties anyway. His face was solemn and determined.
“Stop it!” I swatted his hand when he tried to grab my bra.
It did get his attention. “Look. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“Or we can do it the semi-easy-hard way. I’m fucking cold.”
Somehow, a smile flashed on his handsome face. “I’ll warm you in a minute. In the meantime, stay still.”
I should have smacked the bastard for making me shower in ice-cold water, but the promise of him warming me stirred some funny feeling inside me.
Like being horny. Which I thought was kind of pathetic. I didn’t date often, and none of my lovers looked like Fai. Carrie must have hired the crème de la crème from the agency. Fai was too gorgeous, too tall, and too buff to work as a regular adult entertainer. If he wanted, he could be easily mistaken as a male model. Or work as one. Was the competition in that industry so fierce, it forced a guy like him to entertain women at raunchy parties? I pondered life’s mysteries.
Fai looked pleased when I ceased my protests and became submissive. He took off my bra and regarded me with an appreciative stare. I quickly shielded my breasts and my pubis with my hands. Disappointment flashed in his eyes before he shifted his attention to something else in the room. He edged toward one side of the wall. Suddenly, a panel moved when he tapped it with his hand, revealing a recessed storage area. He plucked a cylindrical can from a row of funky shaped bottles and returned to me. The cylindrical can turned out to be some kind of foamy soap dispenser. Fai aimed the nozzle at me and lathered me generously. This whole thing was freaking weird. I wondered if Carrie had paid him to do a bathing fantasy. Because this was not living up to my fantasies. He scrubbed me with thorough attention like my mom used to do. Only I didn’t throw a tantrum like I did when I was a kid. The chill had seeped through my bones and I just wanted to get silly thing over with.
When he finished, he took a large towel from the same recessed storage panel. He wrapped me with it and swept me off my feet. He carried me to another room. A bedroom or bedchamber, as he called it, and deposited me on the silk-covered mattress. I felt so cold, my teeth were chattering. He disappeared again and came back a few minutes later with another glass in his hand. It contained an amber-colored liquid that frothed and bubbled.
“Drink it. It will warm you.”
I accepted the glass. “I thought you’re the one who’s going to warm me up?”
His gaze skittered from my head to toes. A broad smile followed. “Oh, I am going to burn you, sweet thing. Worry not.”
Now he called me sweet thing. I guess I wasn’t annoying him anymore. I sniffed the glass. The drink wafted a strong sweet scent, like concentrated honey. “What is it?”
He replied with a string of gibberish.
Since I was thirsty and yearned for something hot, I took a sip of it. The drink was delicious. I didn’t know what it was, but it was sweet and tangy and tasted like nothing I’d ever had before. The brew slid past my throat and intense warmth began melting my frozen state. I started thawing. Feeling ravenous, I drained it to the last drop.
Fai took the glass back when I finished and put it on the side table. I scanned my surroundings. Like the bathroom, this bedchamber was furnished to minimal standards. Sleek, red rectangular tiles plastered the wall. No windows. No other furniture except for one enormous bed in the middle flanked with two night stands. The floor was covered with a dark carpet the same hue as the walls.
I didn’t care much for the décor.
My attention shifted to Fai when I heard soft, rustling noises. He was disrobing. His impenetrable armor unlatched from his body with a hiss. Mechanical parts whirred. He shrugged off the chest and arms parts. His gear looked heavy and realistic. Then, he slipped down from the lower body robotic armor. I was impressed by the intricacy of his costume. Like I said, strippers these days were very committed to their role.
“Why did you dress like that?” I asked. “Did Carrie pick out the costume?”
He gave me a confused kind of look. “I didn’t know what to expect from your people. In Naxia, females are rare and precious. One must fight with the other warriors if he desires a female companion. Earth is peaceful and females are plenty.”
Right.
Under his costume, Fai wore a dark sleeveless shirt and boxer-like pants. They molded to his body and left nothing to the imagination. I could see the impression of his beautiful body, every hard muscles encased in flesh. And that huge bulge at his groin…
Good lord.
I tore my eyes from his erection. Feminine panic rising.
I’d never fucked a guy with a cock that big. Not sure if I wanted to. Fai could kill a woman with his tool and I certainly didn’t want to be his victim. Chickening out, I slid from the bed with the towel wrapped around my body as he shed the last piece of his clothing.
“Where are you going?”
I sprinted toward the door. Or rather an opening. I didn’t see any damn door in this place. “Changed my mind. Nice to meet ya.”