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Quinn
Bahre’s gaze raked over me as he leaned down and took off my remaining shoe and dropped it, forgotten, to the floor.
“This is Transport Station Zenith. We are in Sector 436 of Coalition space. We are in designated quarters while here. We will not be disturbed.”
I couldn’t help the shiver of excitement and fear that raced up and down my spine. It was one thing to meet an alien and have a wild night of uninhibited s*x with him, it was another to be kidnapped by some kind of space bandit and transported to the far reaches of the galaxy. People didn’t just go to space. And get luxury hotel rooms on space stations. And float around on a metal thing held together with what? Bolts? Welding? Was this place made of steel or some kind of alien material? How many people had been breathin
