Slave by Cheryl Brooks

Author:Cheryl Brooks
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebook, Inc.
Published: 2010-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

THE SUN WAS SINKING LOW ON THE HORIZON WHEN WE stopped for the night and, since we were still in the deepest, creepiest part of the jungle, we opted to sleep in a tent this time. My tent, having the Auto-Erector function built right in, went up quickly and the droid built us a fire to roast one of those critters Cat had killed. Of course, if I’d had any idea just how many truly hideous insects our campfire would attract, I’d have never agreed to cook the damn thing. As it was, I sprayed so much repellent around that Cat started sneezing.

“Sorry, Kittycat,” I apologized, “but I have no desire to get drugged into a stupor by another bug bite!”

“And I would not want you to,” he agreed. “I want you awake and filled with passion.”

I’ll have to say, the way he was looking at me almost made me forget what a lousy day it had been. It also made me curse that damned mosquito even more, because the night before we had been in such a beautiful, idyllic setting, whereas tonight we would be stuck inside a stuffy tent with God knows what buzzing around outside. Cat had said he wanted me awake, which shouldn’t be too hard since I doubted that I would sleep a wink because of all the bugs, but being filled with passion wasn’t something I was sure I could manage at that point. No, the way I saw it, he’d missed his golden opportunity that morning in the pool. It would serve him right for making me wait, I thought irritably, because I just wasn’t in the mood!

Our roast beast took forever to cook, too, and I felt like I was plumb starving to death by the time it was done. It didn’t taste too bad—at least not once I’d doused it with a healthy dose of Tiranian hot pepper sauce. Cat didn’t seem to like the hot stuff very much, possibly because he hadn’t eaten anything with much flavor while he’d been enslaved; so he ate his plain, but I thought it tasted pretty gamey myself.

It was well after nightfall when we finished our dinner, and by then, the onslaught of insects had reached the point that I was about to lose my sanity altogether. I know it was just a few bugs, but honest to God, when one of them makes your foot and tongue swell up like balloons, the last thing you want to see or hear for a while is another skeeter!

We decided to leave most of the cleaning up until morning, and, having doused our campfire, got inside the tent together. I hadn’t said anything to Cat about feeling so out of sorts, but he might have guessed it. Of course, that didn’t stop him from trying to change my mind, chiefly by nuzzling me and rumbling like a mountain lion on the prowl. But I was tired and dirty and sticky with sweat, having spent a fair amount of the day groveling in the dirt underneath the pack-droid in my underwear.

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