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She would need to take her lower clothing off to try it, and adrenalin would be required.
    “So, getting my heartrate up kicks in the urge to use my hands. I nearly climbed up one of those walls. It was a very near thing.” She shivered.
    “If you had made a move for it, I would have pulled you off. We will get to rock climbing eventually, but for now, crushing rock with your hands is a good exercise when you get the mood. I will make sure to keep the rock pile out here as long as you promise to wrap your hands each time.”
    Mila smiled up at his concerned face. “I promise.”
    It was another impulse that made her jump at him so that he caught her against him. She kissed him, and it was even more fun than the other way round.
    One of Hrakin’s hands was on her back, and the other one cupped her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and carefully held onto his shoulders, not wanting to damage him.
    When she had his full cooperation, she pulled back with a smile. “Well, that was a productive first day.”
    He shifted his hands, and they were both holding her up via her buttocks. “That was quite the jump. So, what would you like to do next?”
    She wrinkled her nose. “I would like to do some reading and possibly get a tour of the kitchen and the foods that I ate. I am used to providing meals for myself, and if I can’t buy my food, at least I can learn to prepare it.”
    “I don’t know if we can manage that in our current positions.”
    “Then, perhaps you should put me down.”
    He sighed. “You have named the one thing that I don’t want to do.”
    “Well, as you outrank me, you can decide what happens next. As long as it involves a data pad, I am all yours.” She gave him a quick peck.
    “What was that for?” He arched his brows.
    “A down payment on gratitude if you can get me something to read.”
    He shifted her so that he was carrying her across his body, and he walked into the house. Hrakin carried her into his study and set her down in a rather comfortable—if huge—chair. He produced a data pad with a flourish.
    “Here you are.”
    She grinned and lunged for it.
    He pulled it out of her reach and pressed a hand to her shoulder. “Ah-ah. Where is my reward?”
    She slid her hand up his arm to touch his shoulder. “Come close and I will give it to you.”
    He leaned in, and she grabbed his neckline and pulled him to her, yanking him off his feet. He slammed against her, flattening her to the chair.
    She giggled and plucked the data pad from his hand. “Thank you.” She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
    “You are sneaky and very creative.” He leaned back and took part of his weight off her.
    “Thank you, again.” She stroked his cheek. The ability to touch another living being was new to her. When she worked, light contact got her better tips, but there was no chance to stroke a handsome face or run her fingers through someone’s hair. Surrounded by people and completely alone. There was no wonder that a lot of waitresses were bitter. Frustration added up quickly.
    She eyed him as he straightened and made the call in to the council. Something was telling her that frustration was no longer going to be an issue.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Hrakin had helped her more than she imagined. He had pinpointed a vegetable that was a known allergen to certain lines. That vegetable was a cross between okra and a parsnip. It was a common ingredient and what was most likely causing her food issues.
    Mila sat curled up with the data pad and read up on recipes that did not use that particular vegetable. It was a limited assortment, but it would be more than enough for her needs.
    The meats available were a lot more palatable when she didn’t look up the animals they came from.
    Additives and sauces were a matter of mixing dry ingredients and water. Everything was designed for off-world travel.
    It was a fun day spent studying what she could and couldn’t eat. She was able to identify the