th Avenue and Stern Street. He’d worn a tutu and fairy wings and had been very popular with middle-aged white guys.
When Mila was seven, he’d given her a teddy bear and five dollars for sweets. She’d thought he was wonderful. It wasn’t until she was older that she realized what he actually did for a living.
“Good. It’s been too long since I had a real man in my bed.” Aline turned and left the bedroom.
“What about Zac? What does he think about your plan to seduce this Commander Al’a?” Zac was head of security. There was little crime here, so he wasn’t exactly raced off his feet. Soon after she’d arrived, Mila had left her quarters unlocked. Not one thing had been disturbed. If she’d left her old apartment in New Jersey unlocked, the place would have been stripped bare, graffitied, and squatters would have moved in, claiming the place as their own.
And that would have been all before lunch.
Aline snorted. “Zac is boring. All he’s interested in is pumping iron and watching sports.”
“I didn’t realize you were with him for his conversation skills.”
Aline gave her a funny look. Then she shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Zac is old news. He was never going to be around for long.”
She looked Mila up and down then sighed. “Couldn’t you have at least made some effort with your appearance?”
“I didn’t know we were trying to charm these warriors.”
“I suppose it doesn’t matter what you wear. You’re just my assistant. I guess it makes it easier for you to gather information on them if you fade into the background. Just try to keep from tripping over your feet, all right?”
Easier said than done.
“Think he can do it?” Zoey asked once Koran left.
“Find out who made that vid? Yes, of course.” Dex lifted her tired, swollen feet onto a stool then he placed a pillow behind her back. As much as she liked to complain about his fussing, he always knew exactly how to make her feel better. A benefit of the mating bond. He could sense her emotions, her aches and pains. Of which she had plenty.
Being pregnant kind of sucked. Nausea, bloating, aching back and hemorrhoids. She shuddered.
“No, I mean, can he be charming. This is Koran we’re talking about. Can he even smile? Shouldn’t you have sent Thor?”
“No,” Dex replied sharply. “Thor is needed here to look after you.”
She rubbed her stomach with a sigh. “I’m going to be fine, Dex. Women have babies all the time.”
“But not my mate. I cannot stand to think of you in pain.”
As her pregnancy wore on, Dex grew increasingly stressed and overprotective. Zoey found herself having to reassure him.
“Koran can do this.” Dex frowned.
“You’re worried about him.”
“My hope is that one of these humans might be his mate. It’s the reason I am sending Darac, also. He is even closer to the edge than Koran.”
“Ooh, the baby’s kicking. Want to feel?”
Instantly, his face lightened. He placed his hand on her stomach, grinning hugely as he felt the baby kick. “Amazing.”
Zoey placed her hand over Dex’s. “Everything will work out. I know it will.”
Dex nodded. “Yes.”
She grinned. “I just hope Koran doesn’t insult the ambassador and get them all evicted.”
“Koran has come a long way since meeting you. He no longer views humans as inferior, less intelligent beings. I have every faith he can do this.”
Chapter Two
Humans were an inferior race.
Some individuals perhaps possessed redeeming factors, such as Zoey. She was courageous. Smart in some ways—although common sense wasn’t her strong point. However, humans were physically weak, they allowed emotions to guide them and often engaged in irrational behavior that baffled him.
But right now, he had to push those thoughts aside and focus on the mission. To find who had made and distributed that vid. He also needed to figure out how to be charming.
Inwardly, he grimaced. He would rather fight a hundred Coizil