averted her eyes from the cooling puddle. Dead bodies weren’t her thing, even alien ones.
“Ignore the purple dude. He’s a wanna be hero. He thought he was doing me a favor by killing our mark. I ended up using the gas on him when he got fresh with me.”
“Fresh as in…?”
“None of your business. What are we going to do?”
“Well, this sucks.” Ifruum frowned, his furry snout scrunching. “I was hoping to keep this mark
alive because he’s so gullible and rich. Aw well. At least we got our credits before the assassin took him out. We should get you out of here before someone tries to arrest you for murder.”
Arrested for murder in the Obsidian Galaxy? She almost giggled at the inanity of it.
“Did you see him type in the codes?” Ifruum asked as he ran a device over the many fingertips of
the downed alien, catching the distinctive whorls and patterns.
“Every single one. He might have many tentacles, but he didn’t count on my eidetic memory.”
“Excellent. I’ve got what I need then. Let’s go.”
Ifruum headed to the opening in the wall.
“What about him?” she asked, pointing to the limp purple body on the floor. Despite herself, she
couldn’t seem to ignore the alien with the incredible lips and kissing technique.
He mistook her query. “How forgetful of me. You’re right. I guess we should frisk him. You never
know what we might find.” Dropping to his haunches, Ifruum’s paws patted down the guy, pulling forth a holographic tablet and not much else. Olivia kept staring at the silvery cloak, which she happened to notice encased a very nice body.
She kicked her own downed garment into a puddle of green goo. “Can you help me get his cape?
Mine got alien guts on it.” Ifruum didn’t even turn to see as he tugged the shimmery fabric free and handed it to her. Swirling it around her shoulders, Olivia couldn’t help but inhale the scent. Mmm. Clean and soapy with a hint of cologne, a musky aroma that sent a shiver through her.
“Other than weapons, the fellow travels light.” Ifruum stood. “I wonder if anyone hired him for the
kill? I hadn’t heard about any hits ordered.”
“Does it really matter?” she asked, anxious to leave.
“I was just wondering in case we could lay claim to the credits. But, then again, he makes the
perfect alibi. I guess it would be foolish to get too greedy.”
“What do you think they’ll do to him?” she asked, as they strode back to the secret entrance they’d
paid a fortune to find out about.
Ifruum shrugged. “Kill him. Jail him. He’s a pretty boy. They might even sell him to a brothel to
make some money.”
A whore? Somehow, Olivia couldn’t see the cocky male allowing that. But, his fate wasn’t her
concern. They’d gotten what they came for. Time to leave before someone caught on to their scam and
came after them. As for leaving the purple dude to take the blame, technically, he had done the crime.
Olivia upheld her part of the bargain. Not her fault the alien died – leaving her a rich woman.
With this heist, she and Ifruum ensured their retirement. Life of leisure here I come. No more dirty jobs, no more prep work, just relaxation and fun.
She should have known better than to tempt Murphy. Stupid adopted uncle was always looking
after her, whether she liked it or not.
*
Bested by a female, a human one at that. It still rankled almost two days later. Forget the fact she’d left Makl to take the blame for his kill – one good deed did not forgive her – taking his cloak and not even molesting him before employing her dastardly plan? Unforgivable!
How did she resist my kiss? She’d enjoyed it. He knew she had. There was faking it with slobber and moans, then there was her reaction – short pants, feverish hot skin, genuine growls of bliss. Oh, and the musky scent of her arousal. She should have been thinking of the pleasure ahead, not plotting his demise.
At least Makl got a mention in the local