Free The Alien King and I by Lizzie Lynn Lee Page B

stripped
me from my soaked clothes. Actually, he ripped them apart. My new
outfit I’d bought at Macy’s just last night.
    “ Hey, these are expensive
you know?”
    “ Your garment is hideous.
They’re unfit to be worn by a future queen.”
    Okay, this role-playing was starting
to annoy me. I halted his hand when he was about to rip my panties.
“I’ve changed my mind. I’m not in the mood anymore. I want to go
home.”
    Fai ripped my panties anyway. His face
was solemn and determined.
    “ Stop it!” I swatted his
hand when he tried to grab my bra.
    It did get his attention. “Look. We
can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
    “ Or we can do it the
semi-easy-hard way. I’m fucking cold.”
    Somehow, a smile flashed on his
handsome face. “I’ll warm you in a minute. In the meantime, stay
still.”
    I should have smacked the bastard for
making me shower in ice-cold water, but the promise of him warming
me stirred some funny feeling inside me.
    Like being horny. Which I thought was
kind of pathetic. I didn’t date often, and none of my lovers looked
like Fai. Carrie must have hired the crème de la crème from the
agency. Fai was too gorgeous, too tall, and too buff to work as a
regular adult entertainer. If he wanted, he could be easily
mistaken as a male model. Or work as one. Was the competition in
that industry so fierce, it forced a guy like him to entertain
women at raunchy parties? I pondered life’s mysteries.
    Fai looked pleased when I ceased my
protests and became submissive. He took off my bra and regarded me
with an appreciative stare. I quickly shielded my breasts and my
pubis with my hands. Disappointment flashed in his eyes before he
shifted his attention to something else in the room. He edged
toward one side of the wall. Suddenly, a panel moved when he tapped
it with his hand, revealing a recessed storage area. He plucked a
cylindrical can from a row of funky shaped bottles and returned to
me. The cylindrical can turned out to be some kind of foamy soap
dispenser. Fai aimed the nozzle at me and lathered me generously.
This whole thing was freaking weird. I wondered if Carrie had paid
him to do a bathing fantasy. Because this was not living up to my
fantasies. He scrubbed me with thorough attention like my mom used
to do. Only I didn’t throw a tantrum like I did when I was a kid.
The chill had seeped through my bones and I just wanted to get
silly thing over with.
    When he finished, he took a large
towel from the same recessed storage panel. He wrapped me with it
and swept me off my feet. He carried me to another room. A bedroom
or bedchamber, as he called it, and deposited me on the
silk-covered mattress. I felt so cold, my teeth were chattering. He
disappeared again and came back a few minutes later with another
glass in his hand. It contained an amber-colored liquid that
frothed and bubbled.
    “ Drink it. It will warm
you.”
    I accepted the glass. “I thought
you’re the one who’s going to warm me up?”
    His gaze skittered from my head to
toes. A broad smile followed. “Oh, I am going to burn you, sweet
thing. Worry not.”
    Now he called me sweet thing. I guess
I wasn’t annoying him anymore. I sniffed the glass. The drink
wafted a strong sweet scent, like concentrated honey. “What is
it?”
    He replied with a string of
gibberish.
    Since I was thirsty and yearned for
something hot, I took a sip of it. The drink was delicious. I
didn’t know what it was, but it was sweet and tangy and tasted like
nothing I’d ever had before. The brew slid past my throat and
intense warmth began melting my frozen state. I started thawing.
Feeling ravenous, I drained it to the last drop.
    Fai took the glass back when I
finished and put it on the side table. I scanned my surroundings.
Like the bathroom, this bedchamber was furnished to minimal
standards. Sleek, red rectangular tiles plastered the wall. No
windows. No other furniture except for one enormous bed in the
middle flanked with two