“Hello, Ranger, I’m screwed.”
Riker stared at the little bit of a thing in front of him
and prayed he could maintain his stalwart expression when all he wanted to do
was smile. Though her voice was cultured
and she looked to have been pampered most of her life, she had a sense of
humor. She’d have to have, to be
standing in front of him bare naked, trying to cover the bits and pieces all
the while cracking funny with her introduction.
He could like this woman…gawd, he hoped she was a woman.
“Well ma’am, you don’t appear to be screwed—yet, but you
definitely have some questions to answer.”
Like what the hell she was for starters.
Was she human or alien? Did alien’s
blush? ‘Cause right this moment she was
redder than a currant berry and not just in her cheeks.
“Officer—Ranger?”
“Riker.” Yeah, he
wanted to hear his name roll off her plump pink lips, right before she went to
her knees and…oh hell. Riker slammed
closed the visual of this brunette beauty naked and kneeling and tugged at the
collar of his uniform. It was fall, in
the mountains, there was no reason for him to be this warm.
“Ah yes, well Ranger Riker, I dare say we are both doomed to
disappointment.”
“And why is that, Miss…”
Riker crossed his arms over his chest and tried to strike an imposing
stance, one that would assure her he was not going to allow there to be any
disappointments between them.
“Doe.”
“As in Jane?”
“Of course.” She
purred, actually purred, Riker thought.
As if a human could sound anything like a cat.
***
“Well then, Miss Doe.
“ Ranger Riker’s tone was clearly
disbelieving, but Evelyn had no choice but to fib her way through this faux pas
of grandiose proportions. There was no
way she could tell this young man who she was, let alone what she was. It was the first rule of the pride, when
dealing with humans—one should always lead with a lie. “Two questions…first, where are your clothes? And
second, what the hell are you?”
“I beg your pardon!”
Righteous indignation rose up inside her at his rudely asked question,
even though it was to be expected. She
had dropped, in her human form, fifteen feet down from the far up branch of the
tree behind her. Humans didn’t do
that—ever. Yet she had, and now she had
to somehow explain it without telling him the truth.
“Oh beautiful, you have not yet begun to beg…”
Evelyn stepped back as Riker stepped forward and leaned down
into her personal space. For a human he
was much to imposing. Sun-lightened hair,
piercing green eyes with full lips she would love to nibble. His shoulders were wide; his hips were trim and
if his feet were any indication…well any girl would be happy with a man whose
feet were that size. More than that was
his aura, his demeanor. This was a
dominant male—a human male who was currently turning her wild cat into a
domesticated she-kitten.
“Now, Jane, one last
time…what are you? And remember, you’ve
already lied to me once. Don’t do it
again.”
9 comments:
Oh. My. God. Tell me that's a shirt and not body paint.
Yeah, Evelyn. Don't lie again or you'll get a spanking.
If it's a shirt, it's a really long one. Either thant of she's letting her "pride" show from sholder to cammel-toe!
The fash--er--post was really good!
Oh, I'm really lovin' this flash. After Ranger Riker made her purr, actually purr like a domesticated she-kitten, I bet...
Looks like body paint... a fabulous, fabulous body painting job... I'd like one, only in private and not for public viewing.
I guess it could be thin, skin-clinging fabric... wow! whatever, I want it... not gonna happen though.
That's so supposed to be ~ After all, Ranger Riker made her purr...
Gosh, I'm striking out on typing my thoughts... I'll blame it on the flash... on that 'cougar' and low blood sugar.
LOL...Pat, I'm pretty sure it's body paint...at least on the top. Yep, Evelyn's probably going to be on the receiving end of spankings and a whole lot more...she's about to find out that not every dude is like Jefferson! muahahahaha
LMAO...Letting her "pride" show, indeed Rebecca! ~smile~ Thanks!
I've had those days too, Savanna!
I totally agree, it be marvelously hedonistic to go under the brush! What a sensual experience! Oh heck, I feel a short story coming on! ~wink~
Serena... oh yes, under the brush... what a sensual experience... especially with just the right artist.
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