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the side of her desk and muttering, “Sean wasn’t kidding when he said Snow would have your butt in a sling if he thought you were drunk.”
    “Shhh-Sean, Shelley, Shnow. Shhh-Sean, Shelley, Shnow,” Monica sang. “It’s like a lil’ tittie-twister, isn’t it?”
    “That’s tongue-twister, you idiot! Now shut the fuck up before Dr. Snow comes over here!”
    “May I be of assistance, ladies?”
    Shelley’s squeal of alarm made Monica laugh out loud. Then she caught sight of a bulging crotch covered in sublimely tight steel-gray synthetic and fell silent mid-guffaw. Her eyes traveled up, up, up, skimming over a granite belly, pecs that were sharply defined even in uniform and shoulders too wide to be real. She got hooked for a second on a set of sculpted lips and had to drag her eyes upward until they finally met the dark blue gaze of the formidable Commander Kellen.
    Speaking of good enough to eat! The super-sized hot tamale looking down at her made half the female tongues in the compound drag the ground, and a few of the male ones, too. But not hers, though. Nuh-uh, no way, because God, he was so fucking far out of her orbit, he’d need the Hubble telescope to notice her. She’d be dumber than a bag of hammers to get all gooey over his lion-haired splendor.
    “Ooooh, hi, Commander,” she heard herself breathe anyway. God, when had she started talking like Marilyn Monroe? “Are you a gentle giant?”
    Then she smacked herself on the forehead. Duh ! Of course, he wasn’t any such thing. He’d blasted Planet Narthan into a flaming charcoal briquette and roasted wienies over the smoldering embers. But what the hell. Nobody was perfect, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have cause, losing his wife and little girl that way.
    Aw , the poor guy could probably use a hug .
    The quirk of his lips as he crouched in front of her desk was inviting enough to make her breath catch in her throat. Okay, scratch the poor guy thing. And the hug. He was a hottie and he knew it, Conan the Barbarian with a James Bond accent. “When the occasion calls for it.”
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    “And when it doesn’t?” she dared. Shit, it almost sounded like she was flirting with him. Flirting with Kellen, the ass-kicking commander from outer space. And from Shelley’s fish-eyed look, it sounded that way to her, too.
    And hell if it wasn’t giving Monica her first-ever tingle in panty territory. Okay, second-ever. Watching that other sweaty spaceman push his long hard self into Carrie’s open charms had triggered the first-ever. Maybe this was only the beginning of a major tingle-fest south of her border. Wouldn’t that be, like, the fucking greatest thing ever?
    She’d always secretly dreamed of tingling, especially whenever she passed the commander in the hall. He was hot enough to—
    No ! Monica tossed her spiky head back and forth, trying not to pout. Damn it, it just wasn’t fair! She could flirt with the commander ‘til the cows came home, but in the end, it would get her nowhere. Ever. Even if, in some freaky right turn into an alternate reality, she managed to catch this hunky alien’s eye, the joke would be on the both of them, because the only two things he’d want from her, she had no way of supplying.
    Sex and babies.
    Damn it.
    “Then I’m a different sort of giant altogether.” The commander’s reply to her sally was accompanied by a full-fledged grin that made her squirm with…something.
    Something sticky and warm and anxious. “But enough about me,” he continued, lowering his tone. “I must apologize to you, Dr. Teague.”
    “Oh?”
    Her little pity-party promptly forgotten, Monica followed his gaze as it flickered to Dr. Snow, who was now deep in conversation with—what was his name?
    Lieutenant…something. Shauss, that was it, Lieutenant Shauss. Now there was another primo piece of alien real estate. Why had she never noticed how yummy he was? Those thick streaks of pale blue in his otherwise black