that she was on an alien world and had no chance of being with her own kind, it did dampen her mood for the rest of the morning.
Chapter Seven
The morning went by with several pots of tea and a list of topics that the Citadel would like her to lecture on. He gave her access to all information systems that she would need and a schedule for her first speaking engagement.
Alien etiquette was an interesting topic, and it spoke to her on several levels. It was a lecture geared toward those in the Citadel who were going to travel the stars. They were representing an organization that was spreading across the stars, training talents and using the naturally occurring powers for specific tasks suited to them.
The course material was something that Yavil was looking forward to diving through. Her mind quivered with eagerness.
When Hosh appeared at the door, her eagerness shifted its focus. He had a worried frown on his features. “Yavil, are you all right?”
“I am fine. Is it lunch time?” She smiled brightly and tried not to fling herself into his arms. She had no idea how he would take that.
He scowled and walked toward her. When he reached her, he took her hands and lifted her out of her chair. She was in a hug before she knew what was happening.
His scent was wild, musky, and she buried her face against his robes while her own arms came around him.
Turnari cleared his throat. “I hate to interrupt, but if you don’t go to lunch soon, I am sure that Yavil will faint from hunger.”
She could feel Hosh’s laugh more than hear it. “Thank you for the gentle nudge, Turnari. We will leave you now.”
“Thank you for coming, Instructor Rikhana. I look forward to an update before your first lecture.”
Hosh released her and offered her his arm. Yavil waved farewell as she walked out of the Coordinator’s office with the only man who made her heart trip in her chest.
“So, he gave you an assignment?” Hosh was sitting across from her in the dining area, away from the folks who whispered in hushed tones.
“Yes, I have a lecture schedule for the next month. The Citadel folks are going to be cultured whether they want it or not.” She poked and prodded at the food that she couldn’t identify.
“If you don’t like the food, drink more water. You look rather pale after your adventure this morning. What did you teach him?”
She laughed and reached for her glass. “A bit of Tebr botany and some agricultural information on star systems near Tebr.”
Hosh frowned. “How did that work?”
“I talked, and he went into a learning trance. I walked, and he followed to remain in the sphere of my voice.”
“Do you do that often?”
“Nope, it was the first time. It did work, but now, I have to spend every afternoon in some kind of self-defence class.” She didn’t mention the weapons that were going to be built into her suit. If she didn’t talk about them, Turnari might just forget.
“You need to defend yourself if the situation arises.” He frowned. “I wish I had been there.”
“If you had, he wouldn’t have struck. He was trying to catch me alone, and he succeeded.” She nibbled at her salad and found it to her liking.
He tried to be casual. “I noticed that you didn’t fight my embrace.”
She smiled. “You didn’t fight mine either. Would it be horrible to say that I found the green of your skin comforting?”
His laugh was genuine. “It reminds you of Tebr, doesn’t it?”
“No. It reminds me of you.”
His gaze darkened into something that she wanted to drown in. She had seen lust a few times in her life, but it had never been directed at her before. She liked it.
He cleared his throat. “Would you care to go for a walk around the grounds? You need more daylight, I think.”
“I think that would be lovely. I never did get my tour.” She pushed her plate aside. She had eaten all that she could.
“That oversight must be corrected.”
He got to his feet, disposed of the trays
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