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would grant him permission.
    He drank another cup of coffee and waited for Tricia to
reemerge. When she did, her hair was twisted up on her head. She sat down
beside him to put on her shoes, then gazed at him.
    “I don’t suppose I need to ask you for your cell phone
number.”
    Brock grinned. “No, just use your mind-speech. I’ll hear
you.” She kissed him and stood up. “And Tricia, I promise not to eavesdrop on
your conversation. When you’re ready to call me, think my name three times and
I’ll know to pay attention. Will that suffice?”
    Tricia frowned. “What do you mean, ‘eavesdrop’? Do you hear
every single thought I make?”
    “No, no, I can block it. But when you spoke to me with
others around, you always said my name three times. I didn’t know if you
remembered that or not.”
    She visibly relaxed. “Okay then.” She slung a black purse
over her shoulder. “You’re sure you’ll be all right until tonight?”
    Brock stood up and propelled her toward the door. “Go. Your
friends are waiting, and I have work to do. I will meet you back here or at the
restaurant when you call me.” He patted her ass. “Have fun.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    Tricia enjoyed walking around the large, four-story downtown
Mall. She, Lara, Becky, and Jayne had similar tastes in clothing, music, and
art, but now she found herself wondering what Brock liked. He hadn’t mentioned
any specific likes or interests, except getting her clothes off. Do they even wear clothes on his planet?
What sort of foods are found there? Music? Books? She had a slight panic attack when they
passed the bookstore. If she had to travel to his planet, could she take her
books? What about TV? She was hooked on the crime scene shows. Or was there a
special computer where she could tap into the satellite? What about her
business? Oh God, please don’t tell me I
have to sell it. Feeling short of breath at that thought, she sank down
onto the nearest bench.
    “I’m fine, guys. Just tired.” Tricia hated to lie to her friends, but she couldn’t tell them the truth about
Brock yet. Not while she didn’t have all the facts.
    “ Oooh , Becky said it sounded as if
you weren’t getting much sleep last night.” Jayne leaned in with a knowing
grin. “Mine wanted me to do all the work.”
    “Tom was considerate, but after I gave him a blow job, he
had problems getting hard again.” Lara sighed. “I may go to the sex store and
see about one of those cock rings, if he calls me again. I don’t mind multiple
orgasms, but it would be nice to share one with him.”
    “Okay.” Tricia struggled to her feet. Maybe sugar would calm
her down. “Anyone for a snack?”
    Several hours later, the four split up on their floor of the
hotel, to drop their bags and meet downstairs for afternoon tea.
    “I think we need to try the wine tasting before we leave
tomorrow.” Lara bit into a cucumber sandwich. “That’s another thing I’ve always
wanted to do.”
    “We could head over there after this.” Becky licked cream
from her fingers. “How far is the restaurant tonight, Trish?”
    “Just up the block.” Tricia leaned back and sipped the hot
tea, feeling the relaxation flow through her.   She closed her eyes. “Just don’t eat too
much. I want to dance with Brock again tonight.”
    “On the dance floor or in bed?” She
heard Lara sputter on her own joke. Opening her eyes, she leaned forward and
placed her cup on the saucer. Selecting a chocolate chip scone, she smiled.
    “Both.”
    “How do you know he’ll keep his word and return tonight?”
Jayne poured another cup for herself. “I’m surprised he’s not texted you yet. Austin ’s checked in with
me once an hour.”
    Lara nodded. “Tom called me while you were trying on
clothes.”
    Becky looked somber. “Bill snuck out on me this morning. I
think he lied about his marital status. I heard him talking on his phone about
a business trip and crashing at a friend’s.”
    Tricia