Not Quite Terran Part 3 (Scifi Alien Romance) by Erin Tate Page A

does not become you.”
    Rebecca huffed. “Okay, no, I haven’t heard. What’s going on?”
    He grinned and rushed forward. He immediately placed his tray on the mattress, relieving himself of the small burden. She recognized the tools laid there. They were going to take more samples from her, the doctors and scientists still attempting to identify what was wrong, apparently. Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me.
    “Out of nowhere a male alien showed up. But he doesn’t look like any species we know. His kind isn’t even in the database of known species.” His excitement was unmistakable. “And we checked. He gave us a sample of his genetic code to validate his claims, and he’s definitely an unknown.”
    Her first thought was for Karru. A male alien. Unknown. Untrusted? Absolutely.
    “And?”
    “ And they’ve called in the federation because this male wants to negotiate with them.”
    Karru. Had to be. And the unease she’d held about his intentions slowly drifted away. Yes, he told her he wasn’t going to kidnap women, but now he’d proved himself.
    “Do you know how exciting this is? A new species hasn’t join the federation in my lifetime.”
    Considering the tech was a Bantonian and had at least four hundred Terran years on him… that was a long time. “So, when is this happening?”
    “When he comes back. He had to take the proposed plans for negotiation back to his people.” The tech waved his hand. “You know how these types of negotiations are handled. They send a representative to get the ball rolling—did you hear that? I have been exploring old Terran language and idioms.”
    She leveled him a flat glare and he swallowed hard then cleared his throat. “Sorry. He came, established his race and made a request through official channels and now he’s gone back to his home planet.” He leaned close and lowered his voice. “I heard some of the scavengers tried to follow and lost him at the edge of yelian space. No one has ever seen a ship so big or so fast. You just know the federation will want those specifications as part of the deal.”
    If it truly was Karru, she imagined he would have a few of his own demands of the female persuasion. It depended on who wanted what more.
    “I’m sure.” She added a couple of words for her part. “When did all this happen?”
    When did Karru come to the station and not look for her? Not that he should. They hadn’t made promises to each other or anything. Other than that massively explosive orgasm… She shouldn’t feel hurt or have any expectations when it came to him, should she? It didn’t matter if it was a dumb idea, she had them nonetheless.
    “He left a zentic ago, but he was here for four. But I heard he’s supposed to be back soon so they can coordinate how to have their leader present for negotiations and still keep him safe.”
    She didn’t give a damn about Karru’s leader. She only cared about Karru.
    “You didn’t tell me the name of the species.”
    “Oooh… That’s what makes it even better. He’s from Palia . Can you believe it?”
    Yes, she could, but she wouldn’t have ten wentics ago. One wentic ago. “No, that’s amazing. I always heard the planet and its people were myth.”
    “Right? Their technology… Their power… The things they can do…” He leaned closer to her and dropped his voice. “And just wait until you hear one of them speak. Rawr.”
    She knew what they sounded like when they spoke—when Karru spoke. Smoky sex and delicious growls.
    “I can imagine.”
    “I’ll—” His data pad let out a low chirp and the tech rolled his eyes. “Give me one tic.” He focused on the tray he’d brought into the room, and lifted the device. As he tapped the screen and read the words, a frown marred his face. But that frown quickly transformed into shock with all the blood draining from his face. He flicked his attention to her and then back to the pad. “I…” He swallowed hard. “I’ll be right back.”