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and caution warred within her. Being human
didn’t guarantee this man wouldn’t harm her. But she
needed this human contact as badly as she needed to collect some
credits. She nodded, allowing him to lead her by the elbow through
the growing crowd of the tavern.
    Lilly
snuck a peek at her timepiece. Though she hadn’t intended on
leaving the tavern, there were still a couple of hours left to enjoy
herself before her proverbial spaceship docked.
    * * * *
    Dallas
Sawyer all but pushed the spunky blonde through the crowd. If she was
a prostitute he was the archangel Gabriel come to save her ass. Yeah,
and snowball fights were a daily occurrence in hell. Which was
exactly where Dallas was headed if he acted on the lust clouding his
judgment. He should be protecting her, not thinking about a sexual
conquest.
    When
he’d first seen the woman with the long-snouted Ickbata, his
radar had honed in on the thing’s appendages giving her a
thorough pat down. He wasn’t jealous exactly, but it certainly
was a kick in the gut to see the only human female within a
hundred-click radius being mauled by an alien.
    He
lied when he’d told her he thought she was trying to get away
from the thing. On the contrary, she’d looked like she could
take care of herself and then some. Though Dallas wasn’t sure
what the woman had planned for the male, he’d stepped in just
to remind her she was human. Then she’d turned on the working
woman thing and his pride had gotten the better of him and he’d
backed off. He didn’t want her to want him as a client—he
wanted her panting and hot because he—a red-blooded human
man—had turned her on.
    Then
she’d seemed downright insulted at his feigned lack of
interest. She was a definite enigma, and if he had the time, Dallas
wouldn’t mind discovering the mystery surrounding this
beautiful creature.
    But
he didn’t really have the time.
    Tonight
was supposed to be about business, not sexual conquests. At the
moment though, with all blood in his brain migrating south, it seemed
his dick had other priorities.
    He
maneuvered them through the growing throng of the tavern figuring he
could enjoy a quick romp and get the human as far from this
place as he could before all hell rained down.
    “ I
don’t even know your name,” she said.
    “ My
friends call me Sawyer. You can call me Dallas.”
    “ Like
the planet? Dallas Eight?”
    “ No
the city.” He pulled open the door and motioned her onto the
street.
    The
woman scrunched her face in that cute habit she had. Maybe she’d
never been to Earth. It wasn’t so farfetched. Since the first
wave of humans left Earth nearly sixty years ago, hoping to find
uninhabited planets to ease Earth’s overcrowding, they’d
managed to reproduce on all dozen planets in the Nebulae Galaxy.
Dallas knew there were at least two generations of humans on Reigis
Alpha who had never set foot on their planet of origin.
    “ As
in Texas?” she asked.
    He
stopped short just outside the tavern. “You know Earth?”
    Even
in the blue wash of the unnatural lights lining the bustling street
he could see the color flooding her cheeks. “I’m human,
aren’t I?” She planted her hands on her hips.
    Yep,
he’d screwed that up. The color was indignation, not
embarrassment. “So you say, but even a Braugtot without
training and a little makeup can impersonate a human.” He put
his hand on her back, guiding her down the brick walk. “And a
history-rom can download Earth memories faster than an Ickbata can
wrap you in four appendages and—”
    Whipping
around in front of him, she curled her hand around the back of his
neck. Before he could protest, she pulled him down against her hungry
mouth. She bit his bottom lip then sipped it into her mouth, laving
the tender spot with her tongue. Her leg slid up his thigh and she
ground her pubic bone against his hardening dick. Dallas had been
wrapped up in the mission plans for over eighteen Earth months.
Thoughts of recreation