Page 11 of Solan

“Protecting the weak is the Galaxar way. It is what we are known for.”

Vegas needed to gain control of this situation. “Excellent. Why don’t I bring out a dummy, and you can have a look?”

Solan shook his head. “I don’t want a dummy. Show me your workings.”

This was turning into a nightmare. “I’m not getting my bits and bobs out for you to leer at.”

“Bits and bobs?” Confusion crossed his face as he tapped behind his ear. “Is the translator glitching?”

“It’s fine. I’m not taking my clothes off so you can stare at my naked body and make sure it’s suitable.”

Solan stared at her. “You’re a bad trainer.”

Vegas sucked in a breath. “And you’re a bad Galaxar.”

They stared at each other in silence.

“Get me someone who will show me their bits and boobs,” Solan said.

“Bits and bobs! It’s bits and bobs! Oh, never mind.”

Ivy Blain poked her head around the door. “Are you busy?”

Vegas inwardly groaned. Known as Poison Ivy to everyone when she wasn’t around, Ivy was the agency’s PR whizz. Sadly, that also came with the badge of being a mega-bitch. “What do you need?”

Ivy’s gaze landed on Solan and she grinned. “Welcome to My Single Alien. I do hope Vegas is treating you well.”

Solan shook his head and stood. “She’s not. She’s refusing to show herself to me. Maybe you will. Can I try you?”

Ivy’s grin turned feral. “You look like you can handle yourself, lover boy. But you must already have a match. If you ask Vegas nicely, I’m sure she’ll expose herself. She has a soft spot for candy. Show her a chocolate bar and she’ll get on her knees.”

“Ivy! Colonel Solan is an important client. What can I do for you?”

“I’m looking for new successful matches for the latest PR brochure,” Ivy said. “Hey, maybe this gorgeous stud would like to be on the front cover?” She tilted her head, and her dark eyes ran over Solan. “What do you say? Do you fancy being our new PR boy?”

“No, he does not.” Vegas stamped to the door and blocked Ivy’s entrance. “I’ll find you later and give you some suitable matches. You’re interrupting an induction session.”

“Sure you will.” Ivy clicked her tongue. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. It looks like you’ve got yourself a handful.” She sashayed away, her heels clicking on the metal floor.

Vegas sighed as she watched Ivy go. That was the last thing she needed, Poison Ivy poking around in her business. The woman loved to humiliate everybody. She had to have some massive insecurity issues going on in that carefully coiffed head of hers. She’d never heard Ivy say a kind word to anybody.

“Do you consider me a handful?”

Vegas jumped and spun around. She hadn’t heard Solan move. He was only inches from her.

“You’re proving to be so far. Now, back-up and sit down. You need to learn about personal boundaries.”

“I know all about those in battle.” Solan’s gaze remained on her as she walked back to the front of the room. “The need to be within striking distance to deliver a killing blow to an enemy.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of boundary,” Vegas said. “Personal boundaries relate to not encroaching on another person’s space. It makes them feel uncomfortable.”

“When I am mating with my match, I will be in her space. I will be inside her. Is that not considered encroaching?”

“That will be fine because you will be together. You never know, you might even fall in love with your mate. Then you will want to be in her personal space, and she’ll want you there.”

Vegas watched as he shrugged and sat down. “You humans are obsessed with this love. You should not be. It causes too many problems.”

“It also makes the world a wonderful place,” Vegas said.