Rescued By Tordin: Olodian Alien Warrior Romance by Mychal Daniels

watched the hypnotic lure of outer space, the far-reaching void, as she often though of it. Even though she knew the ship was moving at what was most likely a crazy fast speed, space was too vast to be bothered with providing scenery for their trivial existence. Instead, she concentrated on watching other ships off to the side of this one, traveling alongside it.
    This really was a fleet of ships. Lord Tordin must be some big shot.
    Movement behind her drew her attention back to the room. She turned to see a very tall, muscular man standing in front of a desk far across the room with his back to her. She watched with rapt fascination, as that man did not look like the older Lord she was expecting.
    Must be one of his officers , she thought.
    She wondered who he was. Something about him made her come alive. Every part of her sizzled with awareness of her arousal. She scanned the back of what was no doubt his perfect body. She knew it would be perfect if he was like the others. Working her way up from his powerful long legs to the perfect footballer’s butt, past the narrow waist, up to the cobra-like back and still farther up until she stopped at…jet black, almost blue hair that played with the collar of his shirt. She took in her fill of what must be another one of Lord Tordin’s beautiful warriors.
    Blue-black hair. He had blue-black hair.
    Her heart beat so fast it could explode through her chest if it wanted to. Was this her sex god? It couldn’t be. This alien couldn’t be the man who’d invaded so many of her most explicit dreams of late. She crossed her legs as the tell-tale signs of moist arousal tickled her lady bits and started to wet her panties.
    Maybe this wasn’t him. Maybe it was a coincidence with the hair. She hoped and prayed this alien officer wouldn’t pick up on how much he affected her. Where was this Lord Tordin? Why was he taking so long to meet with her, and why was this man here ignoring her?
    As if sensing her questions, he turned around and strode toward her with his head bent, reading a glass-like tablet. When he got closer, he looked up and locked eyes with hers.
    It was him!
    Diamonds. That’s all she could formulate to describe those eyes of his. Huge, perfectly beautiful diamonds. They sparkled from across the remaining expanse of room between them. Then it got worse. He approached her, invading her extended personal space, and she wanted to disappear into the chair. This was the most amazing, gorgeous, beautiful, fine, hot, handsome, sexy, attractive, seductive man she’d ever laid eyes on, and he was right in front of her, only a few strides away. As he kept advancing toward her, she realized those words were far too inadequate to describe him.
    Don’t stand up. Don’t do it. You will fall—on your face—in front of the incarnation of the man you’ve dreamed about giving your virginity away to for weeks.
    When he came within a few feet of her, that same addictively fragrant scent from her dreams played with her nose, and she had to fight to remain cordially aloof. She wanted him, right here, right now. He smiled, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. His was a smile that could serve as a stand-in for the Earth’s sun. She was officially done for.
    Don’t ask him to give you babies, don’t drool, and for sugar’s sake, don’t jump him!
    He extended a massive hand to offer a handshake. Kyra didn’t know if this was a universal custom, but she didn’t want to chance touching him and losing all sense of decorum. She couldn’t be held responsible for what she might do to this Adonis in the flesh. Instead, she stared at his proffered hand with a focus that could burn if her gaze were a magnifying glass.
    Like thunder rumbling, his voice was deep and full as he spoke. “Hello, Kyra, I’m Lord Tordin, but please call me Tordin. It is good to finally meet you, now that you are awake and, I hope, refreshed.”
    And that’s when her panties became drenched with evidence of