Chapter Three: Erica
Was he kidding? Erica gaped at the T'shav as he put her back on the bed. She would have remained standing, but she felt like she was about to pass out. Now that she was lying down, she could get a better look at him.
He was good-looking, there was no denying that. Like all T'shav he was tall, and just a solid mass of muscle. Erica had always had a thing for bodybuilders, and if the situation had been different, she'd probably grab him at once, without bothering to make out before they got to the fun stuff. As was common among T'shav, he lacked the facial hair that Erica usually found attractive. He had a strong jawline, though, and his black eyes sparkled with mischief.
Despite herself, Erica wanted to find out what kind of mischief it was. Would it be so bad to indulge herself for a little bit? She shook her head. She had been sold by the chief medical officer of a battleship. She needed to get back to the USC and report him. Who knew what other women he had done this to? Or would be doing this to? She couldn't waste time appeasing her hormones, especially not with an arrogant prick who literally just told her that she was his property.
"I demand you return me to United Species territory at once," she said.
"No."
"Don't make me force you."
The T'shav rose a black eyebrow, looking amused. His hair, equally dark, was tied back behind his head in a low ponytail. Erica's gaze traveled down his body. Strong muscles. Abs you could eat off of. He wore the pleated skirt-kilt thing that she'd seen other T'shav wear. Her mouth watered as she took him in.
Wait, could there be a reason she was feeling so… desirous… that had nothing to do with her own appetites?
"I want a blood sample," she blurted out. Her heart pounded.
"A blood sample?"
"Yes." Her head was feeling a little clearer now, and Erica got back to her feet. She smoothed the silky red dress she wore so it fell back to her ankles, rather than showing off her legs. Her various bruises ached and stung, but they were the least of her concerns right now. "I want a blood sample and a third level scanner. Right now."
"And if I don't give you what you demand?"
"Then I'll fight you."
Erica knew even as she spoke that it was a ridiculous statement. The T'shav knew it, too, because he threw his head back and laughed. He shook his head. "Wait here. I'll go get your equipment."
She followed him to the doorway as he left the bedroom. They were in a ship, that much was clear. There was a small hallway that led to the cockpit. A shelf full of medical supplies and dehydrated foods was on one side and a door, probably to the cargo bay, was on the other. Glancing back into the bedroom, she saw a small rehydrator next to a door that led to a bathroom. The ship was clearly designed for only one person on short trips. So where were they going?
The T'shav plucked some equipment off the wall and returned to her. He drew a sample of blood without any hesitation, then handed her the sample and scanner.
"You could at least tell me your name," she grumbled.
She inserted the blood sample into the scanner, her heart pounding. If he was in musth, so help her she'd kill him. She wasn't going to let him drug her with his pheromone production. Although she had heard that there were treatments being developed to help reduce the effects of musth. Would he consent to using them?
"Ronan."
"Really?" Erica glanced up as the scanner did its work. "That's less alien than I was expecting."
Ronan shrugged.
The scanner let out a beep, indicating it was done, and Erica quickly read the results. She sighed in relief. He didn't seem to be in musth. Well, that meant that it was the adrenaline that was making her eyes pop out of her head when she looked at him. She wasn't the kind of girl that just jumped on every man she found attractive, but that was exactly what she wanted to do at the moment. Just devour the handsome, sexy alien she was faced with.
She shook her head and put her hands on her hips. "Let's make this clear. If you even think about touching me—"
"Oh, I'm thinking about it." Ronan grinned at her, a dimple flashing in his right cheek. It made him even more attractive. "And I can see that you're thinking about it, too. But don't worry. I'm not going to touch you. Not until you're on your knees begging me to. And then I'll—"
"Never going to happen." Erica tried not to imagine all the things she could do with him on her knees. No, those thoughts would only lead to trouble. "I don't beg men for their touch. And even if I were the least bit attracted to you, I'd probably be having pity sex with you because you were begging me to!"
There. That would set him straight. He still looked amused, though, and she wasn't at all thrilled to see that smug smile on his face. Although she couldn't deny that his dimple was undeniably sexy. Still, she had made up her mind, and there was no changing it.
"We'll see."
"We'll see," she repeated. "We'll see me leaving you in the dust, that's what we'll see."
The smile faded. "No. I am not going to let you leave, Erica Chase. I paid good money for you, and I am going to get my money's worth. I read in your profile you're a paramedic. It will be good to have a person with some medical knowledge aboard my ship. I'll be going into deep space. Make a list of what you need. We can get it on our next stop. Obviously, a regenerator to help with those bruises."
Erica opened her mouth to reply, then choked. She suddenly remembered why she was so covered in bruises. Hours before Ronan arrived at their prison, their Suesue caretaker had come for Bethy. She had been sold and was dragged away crying. Erica felt sick. How could she have been so caught up in her situation that she forgot about Bethy?
"I've been hired by the Planchet Corporation to… source some information that the Ruizers Corporation is trying to keep from the galaxy," Ronan continued. "Paramedics are in short supply out in deep space, away from the United Species worlds. But no matter. I'm sure that you can work just fine with first and second level scanners as you can with the new Medipoint things they've come out with."
Erica stared at him, hardly even hearing what he was saying. Bethy was sold. She didn't know where to start looking for her. But if there was one thing Erica did know, it was that she would never find her cousin if she traveled into the far reaches of space with this smug, arrogant T'shav.
From what he just said about being hired to 'source information', he was everything that people said T'Shav were. A mercenary that cared about no one else. It didn't matter how sexy he was or how much her hormones were telling her to just ignore her brain and jump into bed with him. He was a killer, and she couldn't go with him. She had to escape, find Bethy and get back to Zon's sanctuary.
With a scream she threw herself forward, swinging at his face. As light as a dancer, he stepped back, then grabbed both her swinging wrists. He spun her around and trapped her in his arms, with hers crossed over her chest. Again, it was fluid and graceful, like a dance move. She struggled against him, but he pulled her closer, pinning her against his body.
Apparently, T'shav didn't wear underwear. Erica's cheeks heated as she felt him through their clothing.
"Let go," she blurted out. "You said you wouldn't!"
"I'm not going to stand by idly while you attack me. Stop fighting and I'll release you."
Erica growled in her throat but forced herself to stop struggling. For what seemed too long Ronan continued to hold her, but then he released her and nodded.
"See? Do as I say and I'll reward you."
"A reward would be a chocolate cheesecake, not being a decent person." Erica kept her arms wrapped around herself. "But I guess as a mercenary you don't know how to be a decent person."
Ronan shrugged. "People hire me to find and retrieve things. If that makes me a mercenary, then I am."
Erica's heart began to pound. Maybe there was a way to turn this to her advantage–or at least, a way to get Bethy back. If she did manage to find Bethy out there, how would she free her? If she had a T'shav mercenary on her side, then she might just have a chance. "What about people?"
"People?"
"My cousin was taken with me. But she was sold before you came."
Ronan glanced at the dark bruises on her arms. He stepped around her, his skin brushing hers, and retrieved the bottle he had had when she woke up. "This is a salve that will help with those bruises. I assume you got them trying to fight your way to your cousin."
She nodded.
"And now you want to hire my services to help you find her."
"Yes."
Ronan pressed the bottle into her hand. "How will you pay me? My services don't come cheap."
"You want me to be your wife." Erica met his gaze steadily. "If you help me find and rescue Bethy, then I will be."
Ronan stared at her for a long time. All the amusement was gone from his eyes. His head cocked. "You care a great deal about your cousin, don't you?"
"Yes. I do."
"Hmm… well, you would be mine eventually either way. Perhaps we can think of retrieving your cousin as a wedding gift." His fingers traced her cheekbone. "I swear, I will find her for you and free her. Now—"
Erica knew what he was going to say. She didn't hesitate as she gave into her desires. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Sparks exploded in her brain as she kissed him. The surge of pleasure and heat that swept through her body was far more powerful than she had anticipated. She moaned, stepping closer, her hands digging into his hair. Ronan teased her mouth open, his hands going to her shoulders—
And he pushed her back. Gently but firmly. The twinkle was back in his eyes and a dimple flashed.
"Don't think you're getting off that easy. Yes, you're my wife, but I meant what I said. I'm not touching you until you're on your knees begging for me to do so."
Erica gaped at him, startled and confused.
He tapped her nose. "Now take care of those bruises while I set course. We'll find your cousin after my current mission is completed."
Ronan left the bedroom without another word. Erica stared after him as he headed for the cockpit. Beg for his touch? If she couldn’t get her hormones under control, she just might.