Arga
stood, and Selena turned toward him. His body swiveled in her direction. When
she realized her gaze was at the level of his sexless crotch, she twisted
forward again, her cheeks burning. Damn her short stature.
Oblivious,
Arga addressed the elders and audience. “From my spirit to yours, Assembly and
members of the war council. All villages report that preparations to overcome
the Monsudan hives ahead of their planned invasion of Earth are on target. We
have our explosives expert, Boom-Boom—”
“Selena
Baumer, please.” For some reason, her nickname sounded worthy of a porn star.
Maybe it was the crotch inches from her cheek that made her feel that way. Turn the other direction, Arga.
“Of
course. This is Selena Baumer. She is joining us for the second phase of the
plan: to destroy the portal accesses on the Earth side of the vortex.”
He
swiveled slightly as he spoke, but it was hardly an improvement since that put
her practically cheek-to-ass cheek with the guy. The view was nice for her, but
hardly the introductory vision she wanted for onlookers. His ass and her face. Compare and contrast, class.
No release date set.
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