Hey everyone!! This is chapter three of the story and I hope y’all like this chapter; unfortunately, I have not had a lot of time to really plot this next chapter, so forgive me if anything is messy and missing a few details. Nonetheless, please enjoy and please make sure to REVIEW!!

All now that is out of the way, enjoy the story.

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Chapter 3

“Fuck! I really need to stop getting caught.” My thoughts raged through my head as I once again lie unconscious on a once again cold fucking table. Oh well, y’all think this would teach me… but nothing ever does. I mean I’m such a freakin’ rebel and do not listen to reason. Oh well, guess I’m just gonna have to learn the very hard way.

I came awake to the sound of Anaya chastising tone. Without opening my eyes I raised my right forearm and gave the finger. She chuckled before she slapped my hand away. I cringed at the suddenness of her contact.

“Where the hell am I?” I inquired groggily.

“Well Mr. Clint told me to come see you and take you back to your place. And so here you are at your place.” She indicated with her hands. My head still hurt like shit from the blow. I do not really remember what happened, but I do remember feeling really bad about my boss, but I really could not place it. My head hurt too much for me to really remember anything.

“Why the hell did he ask you to do that?—Wait! Don’t answer that question..” I shakily stood up and tried to walk, but failed miserably as I fell back onto my bed less than gracefully, due to the sudden dizziness that overwhelmed me.

“What the hell happened?” Although I knew what had happened, I wanted to know what Clint had told her. I looked in her face and always noticed how her mocha skin glowed slightly in the light of the room. I watched as her thin black eyes brows knitted together and her large full lips pursed as she remembered what the explanation was.

“Oh! He said that you were running in the hallways because you were so confused and did not know where you were. Then you slipped on some coffee spilled in the hallway and your head bounced off of the floor.” I could tell by the expression on her face that she was trying to make sense of the whole situation. To tell the truth, so was I…

“He also said that you could take today and the rest of the week off if you felt like it.” She crossed her arms in mock jealousy as she finished.

“You lucky bitch; why do you get special treatment?” She whined and pouted her already large lips. She was a pain in the ass when she had to be, but I loved her anyway. She sometimes expressed her feelings more than others in the work place; always was sensitive to all situations.

“Hey, how about you go on and get back to work.” I tried to manage my best authoritative voice, but faltered greatly in my efforts.

“Why? Are ya sure you’re going to be ok? I can stay here a—”

“I’ll be alright. And tell Mr. Clint that when I get back on Monday, I’m going to have a talk with him.” Once again my voice belied what I was trying to tell Anaya.

“Alright, but I don’t want you calling me later on and sayin’, ‘help me! I’ve fallin’ and can’t get up’, cause I’ll take my sweet ol’ time getting here. Maybe I’ll even stop by that old coffee shop and get me a donut.” She picked up her back and licked her lips as if she had just bitten into that donut she was talking about. Honestly her talking about donuts got me hungry. Damn my uncontrollable yearning for sweets. I stared at her and gave her the finger. She laughed and started to head towards the door.

“Do you want me to get you anything?” She asked, her features softening.

I shook my head. “No I’m fine. I’ll probably go out and get something from the store later.”

“Alright, I’ll see ya later, girl.” She waved and walked out the door.

I sat up and rubbed my face with my hands. This was not the best week at all and to top it all off I had gotten wet for an alien creature that is bent on enslaving the entire human race. What the hell was wrong with me?

“I need some serious R&R after this shit blows over.” I said to myself as I stood up and almost fell over from the overwhelming dizziness that assailed me. A soft throbbing in my brain was telling me to stay down, but I went against it and stood up again any way. This time the throbbing was a little more than what I could bear; I toppled over on the bed again this time staying down until the throbbing dissipated. Once it had I slowly stood up so not have a rush of blood to the brain to cause me to faint.

I was slightly dizzy but I ignored it walking towards the bathroom to get a shower. Walking into the overly adorned bathroom I grabbed a towel off of the rack and set it on the toilet before turning on the hot water. I never really liked my showers hot, just a little more warmer.

As the water warmed up I began to think about that room that held the yautja on the table; the way his muscles felt under my skin, and how his fingers felt inside my---

“Oh no, you’re not going to start about that. No!” I scolded myself after stopping that train of thought before it got out of hand.

The shower warmed I stepped in gingerly and a sigh of pure relief escaped my throat. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and conditioner and proceeded to make a nice lather in my hair. I felt as if I was being pampered, but still the thoughts of that one yautja plagued my mind pleasantly.

The wash cloth was not helping my tortured mind and body as I slid it down my chest to the small patch of hair that rested there. The yautja’s hand I felt as I went on further.

My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as the cloth dropped from the hand’s hold; the hand now on my bare skin.

His hand began to conduct small circles around my small little bundle of nerves very slowly; its twin producing the same circles on my right nipple. A small moan was elicited from me as the rhythm escalated. The other hand pinched and rolled while his brother pushed and circled the small nub of pleasure. The yautja’s face appeared in my mind and it was him that was touching me.

I bit my lip and threw my head back as my orgasm shook me; a small cry was all that came forth, but it was powerful nonetheless.

I slumped against the shower wall and breathed heavily. “Oh my…” I was unable to finish the thought as I breathed rapidly; greedily sucking the air.

A purring ripped through the quiet of the bathroom and made my breath still. I turned to the opposite side of the shower to see a shifting in the air. There was a crackling of electricity and there before me stood that beautiful display of physique.

“Oh Shit”