Beauty and the Fleet (Intergalactic Fairy Tales Book 2) by Robert McKay Page B
Authors: Robert McKay
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health."
Damn, right, chimed in Pillow Dave, you've started talking to yourself. If I hadn't spoken up, you'd probably be a useless drool machine by now.
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing," said Josh, pulling out a bundle from behind his back.
"What's in there?"
"Clothes, silly. You can hardly walk around dressed in that hospital gown. It would be scandalous." His half-smile slipped back into place.
This time Beatrix returned it. "You mean I get to wear real clothes, and get out of this place? What's the catch?"
"'The catch' as you say, is that you will be required to make yourself useful around this place. Things have started to get a bit dusty since we've been gone so often lately."
So, basically he wanted a slave to clean up his house. A few days ago, Beatrix would have told him to shove it up his hairy arse. After all of her time spent with nothing but an annoying pillow for company, she'd take anything she could get. "Fine, give me the clothes already. The sooner we get out of here the better."
Fine, just abandon me here, I don't mind , whined Pillow Dave. Beatrix ignored him.
Josh handed her the brown bundle, tied with a white ribbon. It almost resembled a present. She eyed him warily, but decided not to broach the subject.
See, I told you he was flirting! Now he's giving you gifts of clothes , said Pillow Dave, a smug look on his face.
Beatrix took the bundle and rushed into the bathroom to get dressed, one hand clutching the back of her gown closed. She'd wear anything that meant she could get rid of her awful hospital gown. It was the worst parody of clothes that had ever been conceived. It played at allowing you some modesty, but left your arse hanging in the wind. Stupid.
Inside the bathroom and out of Josh's view, Pillow Dave's words came back to her. If the monster holding her captive—who had killed her father—really had ideas of romance in his head, he had another thing coming. If he thought accepting the clothes was her accepting his advances, a punch to the throat would clear that up quickly. Besides, grey slouchy Colarian clothes weren't much of a gift anyway.
She gave the knot an annoyed yank, and blue fabric spilled out over the bathroom counter, smelling of freshly washed linen. The scent was heaven and pushed away her angry thoughts. The dress was a royal blue with white sleeves and a white collar. Beatrix shook it out and found a white apron underneath and another small package that contained a simple pair of flats. There were even some basic undergarments. The apron made her lip curl, but it would help keep the dust off her new dress.
Beatrix emerged from the bathroom slowly, her eyes turned down toward her new outfit. The dress seemed somehow familiar, though she hadn't worn a dress in years. Not since her father had died. That's when she realized that this dress was very similar to her favorite dress from when she was a child. How could he have known? He didn't know her or her life.
"You look," said Josh, and paused, his jaw working up and down a few times before he found the next word. "Presentable," he finished.
Presentable came out sounding more like he meant to say something more flattering. She decided to take it as a compliment and then second-guessed herself. She didn't want compliments from this beast. All she wanted was to put a knife in his eye, find her friends, and skip out on the first ship they found.
Hot, called Pillow Dave, finding just the wrong thing to say.
Beatrix self-consciously adjusted her dress. She wasn't used to worrying about the way clothes looked on her. It had been a while since she'd worn anything other than her unisex Fleet uniform.
"Thanks," said Beatrix, a hint of sarcasm coloring her voice for both Josh and Pillow Dave.
"You're welcome," said Josh, stepping closer and holding out his arm, elbow crooked as if he expected her to take it like he was some sort of gentlemen.
Beatrix ignored it completely and headed for the door. Josh walked
Damn, right, chimed in Pillow Dave, you've started talking to yourself. If I hadn't spoken up, you'd probably be a useless drool machine by now.
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing," said Josh, pulling out a bundle from behind his back.
"What's in there?"
"Clothes, silly. You can hardly walk around dressed in that hospital gown. It would be scandalous." His half-smile slipped back into place.
This time Beatrix returned it. "You mean I get to wear real clothes, and get out of this place? What's the catch?"
"'The catch' as you say, is that you will be required to make yourself useful around this place. Things have started to get a bit dusty since we've been gone so often lately."
So, basically he wanted a slave to clean up his house. A few days ago, Beatrix would have told him to shove it up his hairy arse. After all of her time spent with nothing but an annoying pillow for company, she'd take anything she could get. "Fine, give me the clothes already. The sooner we get out of here the better."
Fine, just abandon me here, I don't mind , whined Pillow Dave. Beatrix ignored him.
Josh handed her the brown bundle, tied with a white ribbon. It almost resembled a present. She eyed him warily, but decided not to broach the subject.
See, I told you he was flirting! Now he's giving you gifts of clothes , said Pillow Dave, a smug look on his face.
Beatrix took the bundle and rushed into the bathroom to get dressed, one hand clutching the back of her gown closed. She'd wear anything that meant she could get rid of her awful hospital gown. It was the worst parody of clothes that had ever been conceived. It played at allowing you some modesty, but left your arse hanging in the wind. Stupid.
Inside the bathroom and out of Josh's view, Pillow Dave's words came back to her. If the monster holding her captive—who had killed her father—really had ideas of romance in his head, he had another thing coming. If he thought accepting the clothes was her accepting his advances, a punch to the throat would clear that up quickly. Besides, grey slouchy Colarian clothes weren't much of a gift anyway.
She gave the knot an annoyed yank, and blue fabric spilled out over the bathroom counter, smelling of freshly washed linen. The scent was heaven and pushed away her angry thoughts. The dress was a royal blue with white sleeves and a white collar. Beatrix shook it out and found a white apron underneath and another small package that contained a simple pair of flats. There were even some basic undergarments. The apron made her lip curl, but it would help keep the dust off her new dress.
Beatrix emerged from the bathroom slowly, her eyes turned down toward her new outfit. The dress seemed somehow familiar, though she hadn't worn a dress in years. Not since her father had died. That's when she realized that this dress was very similar to her favorite dress from when she was a child. How could he have known? He didn't know her or her life.
"You look," said Josh, and paused, his jaw working up and down a few times before he found the next word. "Presentable," he finished.
Presentable came out sounding more like he meant to say something more flattering. She decided to take it as a compliment and then second-guessed herself. She didn't want compliments from this beast. All she wanted was to put a knife in his eye, find her friends, and skip out on the first ship they found.
Hot, called Pillow Dave, finding just the wrong thing to say.
Beatrix self-consciously adjusted her dress. She wasn't used to worrying about the way clothes looked on her. It had been a while since she'd worn anything other than her unisex Fleet uniform.
"Thanks," said Beatrix, a hint of sarcasm coloring her voice for both Josh and Pillow Dave.
"You're welcome," said Josh, stepping closer and holding out his arm, elbow crooked as if he expected her to take it like he was some sort of gentlemen.
Beatrix ignored it completely and headed for the door. Josh walked
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