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He looked pained. "I can see how that may have backfired."
"You can admit when you made a mistake."
He turned to me with laser-eyed scrutiny. "Makes one of us, Little Miss Perfect. Besides, how do I know you wouldn’t have tried contacting the Fleet by now?"
Zorbluk’s second burp interrupted us. "I’m going to set coordinates if we’re headed to Malecor."
"We need to get supplies there, anyway." Gravix slurped down the rest of his cluctaric eggs before waddling after him.
That left me and Klinn alone in the kitchen. He studied me. "Don’t look at me. I’m not doing the dishes."
"That isn’t why I’m looking."
I felt the weight of his gaze. It made me feel shy rather than irritated or uneasy. "We humans don’t consider it polite to stare."
"I’m checking you out."
Since he didn’t even bother to cover it up, my arms instinctively crossed to shield my front. Then I caught my reaction and placed my hands on my hips instead. I wasn’t about to let Klinn keep me dancing on my toes. "I’m not your type."
He didn’t break his stare. In fact, it intensified as he zeroed in on me from the neck down. "More humans are around here nowadays, but you won’t blend in on Malecor with that dress." He made a slow circle around me. The cool air from his movement and the warmth emanating from his penetrating gaze were two waves rushing to greet me. "We have to get you in something less prim and proper before we make the rounds."
I still had my hands propped on my hips like a corny superhero. I dropped the I-don't-care act while I fumbled for a casual reply. "Guess I'm going shopping on this trip." I had no idea what Klinn thought I should be wearing, but I refused to let him think he could call the shots. "Just so we’re clear. I get the final say in what I put on my body."
"Agreed." He brandished his little smirk. "And detective." His eyes roamed over my figure, making it plain that he was taking in every contour and detail. "You have no idea about my type."
Chapter Five
KLINN
Itold Faye she didn’tknow about my type, but apparently, I didn’t, either. My bio responses kicked into high production the whole time she was in the kitchen with me and the guys. She kept batting her snappy little comebacks at me and I just kept catching them and tossing them back.
The human woman could throw serious curves. With her words and her body.
Even in her Javorian tent dress and leggings, I glimpsed what she was covering up. Faye liked to wear her clothes that way. On Earth, she preferred wearing dark pants and oversized shirts with long sleeves and the buttons fastened all the way up her neck. I guessed she did it to keep the focus on her job since she worked around a bunch of human guys.
As I walked her to the storage room and noticed her precise steps, making her hips go left and right, I learned I was getting bad at keeping my focus on the main thing.
