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“Thank you, my male-wife will be landing our ship at the designated spot momentarily,” she said.
“Oh—you allowed your male-wife to learn to pilot?” The voice sounded surprised.
“Er…” Andi cleared her throat and thought fast. “Yes, but only because I can’t be bothered with flying the ship myself all the time. He serves me by taking me places.”
“I see. Well, we await your arrival.”
The com-link clicked off and Andi breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well, how was that?” she asked, looking over at Thrax as he sat in the pilot’s chair. “Do you think they bought it?”
“Seems like it.” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling under the abbreviated black leather top he was wearing.
“Okay, before we land I’d better do your eyes,” Andi told him as she took out the little eye-makeup kit Kat had given them. “Lean over so I can reach you, okay?”
Thrax leaned towards her, but with both of them seated he was still too tall. Andi frowned and shook her head.
“No—this is no good. I’ll poke you in the eye. You’d better kneel down in front of me so I can reach you better.”
A strange look came over his face and his voice was slightly hoarse as he repeated, “Kneel down? You want me to kneel for you?”
“Well, how else am I supposed to reach you?” Andi demanded. “Come on—it takes some time to do a really good smoky eye. Get down here—on your knees.” She gestured impatiently to the space between the seats.
Without another word, Thrax slipped from his own seat and knelt before her on the floor. But even with the big Hybrid kneeling and Andi sitting, they were still face-to-face with him a little taller.
“No, this is still no good,” she said, frowning. “How do you adjust this chair?”
Silently, Thrax reached out and did something to the passenger seat. A moment later it rose a foot and a half in the air so Andi was looking down on him. Unfortunately, this put her breasts at the level of his face, though she tried not to notice.
“Okay, thank you—that’s better,” she said, nodding approvingly. “Now just hold still and don’t move, all right?”
“Yes, Mistress.” The words were spoken in a low, drugged voice and when she looked into her partner’s golden eyes, they had a strange, faraway look in them.
“Thrax? You all right?” she asked. “And you’re supposed to call me ‘Queen’ not Mistress—remember?”
“Oh, right—sorry.” He seemed to snap out of the weird little mini-trance and become himself again but Andi still wondered what was going on with him.
She still thought he’d been acting strangely ever since they’d been given the mission to Salacious Delta. He kept mentally drifting off to never-never land and rubbing the small of his back—though she didn’t think he knew he was doing it. It was an unconscious gesture—the same way he tugged his left horn when he was worried about something.
She wished he would tell her what was going on, but she knew she couldn’t force it out of him. So instead, she started on his eye-makeup.
“How much of that stuff are you going to put on me, anyway?” Thrax complained, after she’d been working for over ten minutes.
“As much as I need to. Hold still!” Andi exclaimed in exasperation. She’d done the eye-shadow in peacock blue and black which looked spectacular with his golden eyes and dark red skin. She was trying to finish the eye-liner—which Kat has said was particularly important—and she still had the mascara to go.
“How can I see in a fight with all this goop on my face?” Thrax growled, scowling—which made his eyebrows draw down and caused creases around his eyes.
“You’re not going to be fighting—we’re going to a party. Now stop growling and scowling!” Andi scolded. “Keep your face smooth or I’ll poke you in the eye by accident.”
The big Hybrid sighed and subsided, though he was still grumbling something about ‘unnecessary shit’ under his breath.
Andi finished the liner—she did a Cleopatra flourish on the sides of his eyes—and then decided against the mascara. She knew from first-hand experience how it could flake off and get into your eye. If that happened to Thrax, he would be beyond annoyed. Also, he already had surprisingly long lashes for a guy. In fact, now that she was finished with him, she thought his eyes were quite beautiful, though she had never really noticed before.
“Okay, I’ll spare you the mascara,” she told him.
“The what?” he asked, frowning up at her.
“The goop that goes on your eyelashes,” Andi explained. “I won’t put it on since you’ve already got really pretty lashes.”
