Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
The kidnapping ring was now broken and so his job on Paradise Prime was finished. He had nothing more to do but return Kara’s belongings and ask her forgiveness…and then promise never to bother her again. His heart ached at the thought, but he was pretty sure that was going to be how things went.
He just hoped she would open the door to him. He wanted to see her one last time before he left her alone forever.
34
KARA
The sound of her door chime startled Kara. It was the second time she’d had someone at the door today and the first time she’d gotten a very strange delivery.
“What is that thing?” she’d asked as the two Twin Kindred warriors came into her suite, carrying a piece of furniture between them. It looked like an odd kind of rocking chair. Or maybe more like a glider-type chair, she thought, as she watched it move smoothly as they sat it down in the middle of her living room area.
“Special delivery for Kara, suite 12956,” one of them said, reading off a translucent clipboard with glowing red letters on it. “That’s you, right?”
“Well…yes. But I didn’t order any kind of rocking chair!” she protested. “I certainly didn’t pay for it.”
“Oh, you don’t have to pay for these—we bring them when they’re requested,” the second Kindred told her. He was the Light Twin of the pair, she thought—he had sandy brown hair and he was smiling. The Dark Twin had black hair and what looked like a permanent scowl on his chiseled features.
“But, I really didn’t order it or request it!” she protested.
“Take it up with management,” the Dark Twin growled. “We have to go—we’ve got ten more deliveries to get through today!”
He stalked out of her apartment and the Light Twin and followed, giving her an apologetic smile and a shrug as if to say, “Sorry—nothing we can do.”
Perplexed, Kara had examined the strange new chair. It was definitely built for a Kindred—it was big enough for one of the seven-foot-tall warriors but much too large for a human. It was painted black and had a strange kind of hinged seat. When the chair glided backward, the seat went down. But when it glided forward, the seat came up at an angle.
Kara couldn’t help thinking that whoever sat in the chair would have a strange kind of workout. Their hips and pelvis would be moving in response to the motion of the chair.
The other strange thing was the fact that while there were no arms on the chair, there were footrests on either side. But they were clearly not meant for whoever was sitting in the chair—they were too high and also located on the sides instead of in front.
Also, they looked too small for a Kindred’s big feet. What in the world could they be for? She wouldn’t even have known they were footrests except for the fact that they were carved in the shape of two feet—so strange!
Kara tried sitting in the chair and gliding back and forth, but she didn’t find it very comfortable the way her hips were thrusting in and out. She was still wondering who to call to get it removed when the chime on the front door rang again.
“Well I hope it’s not another weird furniture delivery,” she muttered to herself. And then called, “Who is it?”
“Kara? It’s me. Will you see me?” The deep voice was familiar and she felt her heart flutter in her chest. It was J’orn!
Quickly, she took stock of her appearance. She’d slept in for most of the morning and then taken a long bath to soak away the aches and pains and try to soothe herself from the trauma of the day before.
To be honest, she’d been glad she was drugged—well, drugged with the wine anyway, not the y’thosin. Whatever the wine had been laced with had made the whole experience of getting kidnapped and sold to the brothel fuzzy and distant. If it wasn’t for the ten finger-shaped bruises on her hips, she would have thought it was all just an extremely vivid dream.
But it wasn’t a dream—she and J’orn had actually had extremely rough sex and now he was at the door, waiting for her to answer, she reminded herself.
Looking down to make sure she looked presentable, she took in her outfit. It was a silky white nightgown trimmed in lace with a white robe over it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she had her float dots on, so her breasts were perky. She did have on lacy white panties to match the rest of her outfit. Her hair was clean and she had on minimal makeup—just enough to feel confident and look decent. All right, she was as ready as she was going to get for this.
Taking a deep breath, she went to the door and opened it.