Pleasing Sir (11 page)

What was the point in leaving the room when he had the captain right there to answer any and all of his questions?

Scrubbing his hands over his face, he spun toward her. Time to get serious.

Knowledge was the key to survival, in all situations, which meant Max needed information. Dropping his hands to his thighs, he eyed the woman standing patiently in front of him.

There was no denying she wasn’t human. She looked sort of human, except for the glowing skin and piercing gaze that seemed to see right though him. She stood about five feet tall with a small, tight, hard body. The body of an athlete barely covered by the skimpiest armor he’d ever seen.

She had two eyes, two arms, two legs, two breasts. Two very nice, small but firm and perky breasts…

Max gave himself a mental head slap. Pay attention! She’s an alien! She’s glowing! She kidnapped you, damnit!

This was no dream; his imagination wasn’t that good.

“Okay,” he sighed, pushing his dread aside he focused on moving forward. “Tell me about the ‘tests’.”