Luckily, Luka’s brothers, Theo and Maxu, both knew plenty of seedy individuals willing to break a few laws. Over the past three weeks, Vanessa had worked tirelessly to come up with an escape plan, bothering every trustworthy person she could find.

“But he’s the only way for me to get off this planet and to the Lentri Port, where Luka’s guy is waiting.” “I know.” Vanessa groaned while wrenching on a pink flowy blouse-only the millionth shirt she’d tried on in the past ten minutes. This is the only way.”Īlice, who reclined on the couch next to Daisy and wore a similarly skeptical expression, spoke in her sweet, calm voice. “Would you stop asking me that? I’ve told you a million times I am. Huffing out a breath and rolling her eyes heavenward, Vanessa spun around. “Are you sure about this?” Daisy raised a dark manicured brow at the pile of clothing currently toppling off Vanessa’s bed. Yes, she could rest easy, knowing the chances of meeting him again were beyond slim…even if a small part of her wanted to. She let out a relieved breath and eyed the box. It’s likely he was from a different city and was just there for the day. He didn’t look Lignas, the race who populated Tremanta by a large percentage. She thought back to the trinket shop encounter. She had to get off this damn planet and back to Earth, where men were easy-to-decipher assholes. Think of me when you use it.Īn image of his delicious grin and sharp jawline popped into her head, and she eyed the object in the box for a long while before finally huffing out a breath and slamming the lid closed.

Her eyes devoured the note again and latched on to the last sentence.

Why the hell was she so turned on right now? The idea of him searching for a sex toy for her and having it delivered while asking for nothing in return was one of the hottest things a man had ever done for her. Liquid heat sluiced through her core, and she gulped. She peered into the interior of the box and found another metallic object. All he’d have to do was give the package and her name to the guard at the gate, and they’d know exactly where to deliver it. But then she remembered the heavily guarded Pearl Temple was where almost all the human women lived. Think of me when you use it.įor a moment, her mind stuttered, wondering how he could’ve known where she lived. Her heart thundered in her chest as she stared at the words through the rectangular screen.įrom the research I’ve done, I expect this model will suit you much better. She hadn’t yet mastered reading Clecanian writing, so she rushed inside and retrieved the small magnifying glass-shaped object that translated written words into a programmed language. A note, one printed on actual paper, was inside the box, covering the contents. Anticipation curled in her belly as she lifted the wooden cube. When she opened the door, she found no one.

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