Rescued by the Alien Pirate by Kyle Celia & Storm Athena

Author:Kyle, Celia & Storm, Athena [Kyle, Celia & Storm, Athena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal
Amazon: B084P2KQ8D
Goodreads: 51178911
Published: 2020-02-15T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Varia

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I went to Solair’s quarters, despite Nicari being aghast at the very idea, so I could take him to task for the incompetence of his underlings. In what universe does that scenario end with me on the verge of kissing him?

Shit. One minute I want to throttle the living daylights out of the Kilgari captain, and the next I want him to climb on top of me. God, I wish he wasn’t so damn good looking. Maybe if he hadn’t greeted me at the door with those chiseled pecs and sleek abs on display. His tapered torso just seems to invite my gaze to keep going down further, to the prominent bulge in his trousers that has (allegedly) two members. As if I don’t have enough going on in my head at the moment.

I return to my quarters and quietly slip into bed so as not to disturb my bunkmates. Lamira is snoring softly in hers, but I notice Thrase is nowhere to be seen. Hopefully she’s keeping a watchful eye on Doctor Quack so he doesn’t randomly kill one of the poor women still in cryostasis.

Lying there in the dark, the hum of the ship’s engines is a soothing sound, yet I find I can’t be lulled into sleep. My mind is too jumbled, too filled with conflicting emotions and ideas. I’m not used to feeling like this, and I don’t like it one bit.

Ask anyone and they’ll tell you Varia Dawn is nothing if not sure of herself. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not naïve. I don’t think for a moment that I know everything or have all the answers. For example, I’d never try to second guess Fiona on how an electrical panel should be wired. But once I decide on a course of action, I don’t spend a lot of time second guessing my choice.

But here I am, second guessing everything I feel about the handsome Kilgari captain. Part of me wonders if we’d be at each other’s throats so much if the circumstances of our first meeting had been different. There’s no way to know for sure but thinking about it certainly tangles my mind and prevents even the idea of sleep.

Eventually, I give up on the idea of slumber for the time being and fling my covers back. I dress in loose fitting trousers and a tank top before heading out into the darkened corridor. My feet take me toward the cargo bay Solair gifted me as a workout space.

When the doors slide open, I’m surprised by what I see. For one thing, the bay has been cleared and cleaned with a meticulous eye for detail. I don’t know where all of the fishing equipment—the heavy, awkward, pain in the ass fishing equipment—wandered off to, but I don’t care. I only know that it’s been replaced with rubber mats, magnetically locking barbells—don’t want those flying around during an emergency—and what appears to be a drinking fountain recently installed right into the wall.

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