Pearl was flustered by the way the man was returning her gaze, as if she was part of the brunch buffet. True, she might have been doing a bit of eye-candy sampling, but since she had found herself on an alien world in her sixties, she figured, she deserved to sample all the candy she wanted. Hell, at her age, she would throw in the whole damn cake with it – in every flavor, along with the ice cream and whipped topping.
The man said something that Pearl wasn’t sure she heard correctly. It sounded like a guttural ‘Mine!’ The translator thing they had given her must not be working correctly; because there was no way that this man could mean what she thought he said.
“I beg your pardon? What did you say?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You are mine!” the man repeated.
Pearl blinked and
