Not Quite Terran Part 2 (Scifi Alien Romance Serial) by Erin Tate
Authors: Erin Tate
Tags: scifi romance
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Part Two
Twelve wentics later, Rebecca still hadn’t banished the trembles that wracked her body. Every time she took a moment to breathe, a single tic to rest, the memory resurfaced.
“ Explain .”
She went through her duties on automatic, snatching data pads, checking admission forms and verifying identities without any emotion. How could she worry about those entering Rilli space station when she was too busy looking over her shoulder.
“ Explain .”
She nearly snorted, which would be a bad idea considering she had an Olsara in front of her. If she used the wrong inflection, she’d be offering her body for his use. And by his, she meant this single male as well as the five brothers lined up behind him. They were very into family sharing.
Rebecca was not.
“Data pad please.” She held out her hand. He immediately stepped forward, striding past the red glowing line embedded in the station flooring that indicated he should stay behind that invisible barrier. She took it from his grip. When he didn’t return to his position but remained close and instead leaned across the desk, she immediately launched into her traditional recitation. “Federation code 17647 subsection 722.1 states all visitors to a federation sanctioned facility must maintain a two foot distance from the intake officer’s work area excepting during the exchange of physical materials. Materials have been exchanged, please return to your previous location. Failure to do so will make the offender subject to correction. You have three tics to return to your position. Comply.”
The Olsara remained in place, his deep-set eyes trained on her, and she knew others in the intake area now stared at her in shock. She was attempting to correct an Olsara, one of the larger and more easily angered races in the federation. Truly, when she compared this male to Poxu, she found the stranger lacking. He even went so far as to lean across the console and place his hands on the flat surface, invading her personal space.
Rebecca refused to back down against this massive male. After her “discussion” with Poxu, she was adhering to the code more than before.
“ Explain .”
The Olsara leaned down, lowering his ten foot frame to her height. His moist, heated breath fanned her face, the rancid scent of mold and rot drifting over her skin. She fought nausea and disgust, battling to keep her expression bland. She sensed everyone’s attention on her, all of intake focused on the tableau unfolding at her station. But she didn’t relent. Not when he sought to further intimidate her by running his hog like nose along her chest and then pressed it against her neck.
“Federation code 17647 subsection 723.2 states all visitors to a federation sanctioned facility must refrain from making contact with an intake officer baring the incidental touch when exchanging physical materials. Materials have been exchanged, please return to your previous location. Failure to do so will make the offender subject to correction. You have one remaining tic to return behind the red line. Further contact will result in an upgrade in your correction. Comply .”
The Olsara huffed against her skin, releasing a chuckle before he spoke. “Comply,” he drawled with derision. “I shall comply. Now. Tonight it shall be Duggis in quarters.”
…Duggis in quarters.
She swallowed the bile that filled her throat. This situation—this confrontation—was Varr’s fault. The images had been leaked, shown across the station and flashed to every passing vid. The fact that Varr’s time in her quarters had been brief was not shared. No, males of every species simply saw a brief image of Varr entering her quarters. Varr, an asexual male who apparently tempted Rebecca enough to grant him access. Rebecca who’d shied from and battled every man she came across. Rebecca who never entertained another. Terrans would call her frigid.
Now the universe believed she was not, she was open game to
Twelve wentics later, Rebecca still hadn’t banished the trembles that wracked her body. Every time she took a moment to breathe, a single tic to rest, the memory resurfaced.
“ Explain .”
She went through her duties on automatic, snatching data pads, checking admission forms and verifying identities without any emotion. How could she worry about those entering Rilli space station when she was too busy looking over her shoulder.
“ Explain .”
She nearly snorted, which would be a bad idea considering she had an Olsara in front of her. If she used the wrong inflection, she’d be offering her body for his use. And by his, she meant this single male as well as the five brothers lined up behind him. They were very into family sharing.
Rebecca was not.
“Data pad please.” She held out her hand. He immediately stepped forward, striding past the red glowing line embedded in the station flooring that indicated he should stay behind that invisible barrier. She took it from his grip. When he didn’t return to his position but remained close and instead leaned across the desk, she immediately launched into her traditional recitation. “Federation code 17647 subsection 722.1 states all visitors to a federation sanctioned facility must maintain a two foot distance from the intake officer’s work area excepting during the exchange of physical materials. Materials have been exchanged, please return to your previous location. Failure to do so will make the offender subject to correction. You have three tics to return to your position. Comply.”
The Olsara remained in place, his deep-set eyes trained on her, and she knew others in the intake area now stared at her in shock. She was attempting to correct an Olsara, one of the larger and more easily angered races in the federation. Truly, when she compared this male to Poxu, she found the stranger lacking. He even went so far as to lean across the console and place his hands on the flat surface, invading her personal space.
Rebecca refused to back down against this massive male. After her “discussion” with Poxu, she was adhering to the code more than before.
“ Explain .”
The Olsara leaned down, lowering his ten foot frame to her height. His moist, heated breath fanned her face, the rancid scent of mold and rot drifting over her skin. She fought nausea and disgust, battling to keep her expression bland. She sensed everyone’s attention on her, all of intake focused on the tableau unfolding at her station. But she didn’t relent. Not when he sought to further intimidate her by running his hog like nose along her chest and then pressed it against her neck.
“Federation code 17647 subsection 723.2 states all visitors to a federation sanctioned facility must refrain from making contact with an intake officer baring the incidental touch when exchanging physical materials. Materials have been exchanged, please return to your previous location. Failure to do so will make the offender subject to correction. You have one remaining tic to return behind the red line. Further contact will result in an upgrade in your correction. Comply .”
The Olsara huffed against her skin, releasing a chuckle before he spoke. “Comply,” he drawled with derision. “I shall comply. Now. Tonight it shall be Duggis in quarters.”
…Duggis in quarters.
She swallowed the bile that filled her throat. This situation—this confrontation—was Varr’s fault. The images had been leaked, shown across the station and flashed to every passing vid. The fact that Varr’s time in her quarters had been brief was not shared. No, males of every species simply saw a brief image of Varr entering her quarters. Varr, an asexual male who apparently tempted Rebecca enough to grant him access. Rebecca who’d shied from and battled every man she came across. Rebecca who never entertained another. Terrans would call her frigid.
Now the universe believed she was not, she was open game to
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