Free Alien Sex 102 by Allie Ritch

hiring outside staff, or else Katra had given her regular employees the night off. They were all alone. As desired.
    “I hope you brought your appetite,” she told him.
    Krux held her chair before taking a seat across from her. “For all sorts of things.”
    The sight of her flushed cheeks made the tops of his thighs tingle at the same time that the scent of herbs and spices and sweet, juicy meat caused his stomach to growl. She’d provided a feast for his senses.
    Although used to gourmet dining at various corporate events, Krux was nonetheless blown away when he got his first taste. His initial bite was part of a rice dish with bright orange sauce and green, leafy vegetables. The next thing he knew, he was sampling poultry topped with diced fruits, red meats stewed in spices, and flat bread baked with nuts and cinnamon and some kind of white cheese.
    “This is delicious.” He muttered praise between mouthfuls.
    Katra practically glowed with delight as she accepted the compliment and sipped some of the wine he’d brought. “I’m so pleased you like it.”
    What wasn’t to like? After he’d polished off the last bite, he was tempted to eat the plate.
    “Who did you use?” he asked curiously. “The chef is a genius.”
    Her strangled laugh had him cocking his head to study her.
    “What?”
    “Obnoxious man.” But she said it without heat. “I can’t decide whether to be insulted or gratified. Maybe I’m both. I had no need to have dinner catered because the genius chef is me. You’ll be interested to know I started prepping some of this last night and have been slaving away in the kitchen for you since I got home this afternoon.”
    Although Krux couldn’t see them, he suspected his eyebrows had just levitated to his hairline. “You made this? All of this?”
    Her answering nod was proud and definitive.
    “That’s amazing.” His respect for her nearly doubled. “Did you take a gourmet cooking class or go to culinary school?”
    “No, my father taught me.” At the mention of her parent, her voice turned warm and adoring. “He worked his way up to head chef and eventually owned his own restaurant. Everything I know about flavor combinations I owe to him.”
    Her love for the man was obvious.
    “He’s still with you, right?” Krux tried to remember what she’d told him about her family.
    She returned a happy nod. “He’s retired now and living back on Duosi. The restaurant and I were all that kept him here in Trilanta after my mom died, but once I was grown and the long hours got to be too much for him, he went back. I still go to visit him as much as possible.”
    “That’s good.” He meant it sincerely. “It’s nice that you still have family.”
    “What about you? You’ve talked about some of your relatives, but do they actually live around here?”
    “A couple of my cousins live in the area. My parents and the rest of the family are back on the home rock, where I was born. I came to Trilanta to go to college and have lived here ever since.” He liked it here.
    Taking a last sip of wine, Krux sank farther into his chair and thought about what she’d said. Her mother had married a chef? A working man? That didn’t jibe with the image of the Wi’Yalus he’d formed from his research, but he supposed it explained a lot. As with all members of her race, the family name was matriarchal, and apparently her mother had seen fit to bestow it on a Duosien man she loved rather than some snobby male debutant. Maybe that was the perfect recipe for the beautiful mix of qualities that made up Katra.
    “So I’m the only native here?” she replied. “I feel so special.”
    He laughed. “You’ll feel more than that once I get my hands on you.”
    “No messing with the chef,” she warned him. “I plan to put all those arms to use helping me clear the table. When we’re done, maybe then I’ll show you my other domestic skills.”
    “Such as?”
    Her smile turned sultry. “I can turn down