Sold to the Alien Mobsters by Corin Cain

Author:Corin Cain [Cain, Corin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

12

Petra

The hot shower did nothing to help my racing mind.

I’d had this weird feeling that Riff was going to follow me into the bathroom… and I don’t know if I would have stopped him if he had.

Shivering, I grab the robe and step outside. I need to think about anything other than these three Aurelians.

As I return to our bedroom, I notice that Tiana works quickly. She’s already stocked our drawers with clothes from the walk-in closet. Most of it is a little bright for my taste, and I resolve to pick out something a little more in my style before I head to breakfast.

But the sudden smell of smoke takes that possibility away from me. Sniffing the air, I grab undergarments and throw on a light blue dress before running out into the hallway.

The sight of Riff, totally shirtless, stops me in my tracks.

He’s looking in the mirror in the hallway, pulling on a light, lilac t-shirt over his broad shoulders.

Oh, Gods! Can you say v-taper? Because that back of his is a perfect v-taper.

Before I can drool too much, Riff turns and winks at me, pulling the shirt down over the rest of his tightly-muscled torso.

Before he pulls the t-shirt down over it, I spot a tiny mark to the left of his abs that looks like a gunshot wound. It reminds me that these guys might be good looking, but they’re dangerous.

Also…

That’s a fucking eight-pack of abs? And check out that gorgeous Adonis’ belt.

“Did you set the kitchen on fire?” Riff asks, clearly spotting the lust in my eyes. He’s grinning that insufferable grin of his and I’m not sure if I want to plant my fist or my lips on it.

Then I process his words…

Fire…

Wow! I managed to forget the smell of smoke just because of a hunky, shirtless Aurelian. That doesn’t bode well for me!

I can’t think of a witty comeback, so I just purse my lips and brush past Riff – slapping the button to open the doors to the dining room. Smoke billows through the open doorway.

Rebecca is standing over three different pans, all filled with smoking black disks that might once have been pancakes, but now look more like charcoal. She’s standing back, her hands in her hair, doing nothing as black smoke billows from the pans.

Kreos is sitting at the table like a statue. It takes me a moment to even realize he’s even there, because he sits so still. The huge alien’s biceps are bulging out of his black t-shirt, but I notice he doesn’t use those big muscles to help out Rebecca!

“Gods damn it, do something!” I snap at him, but he doesn’t budge.

“He’s just… He’s just sitting there, staring at me, and I lost focus and…” Rebecca is blubbering, near tears. I can tell she was trying to make enough food for all of us…

…then again, Kreos could probably eat all three pans full of pancakes himself.

I step in. “AI, full fan!”

The artificial intelligence responds, and the fan above the stove switches from medium to full strength, pulling the choking smoke up into the vents.

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