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intention of sleeping with anyone to get a story.
    She wasn’t that dedicated to her career.
    At her response, Vair’s eyes darkened, and the smile faded from his lips. “I see.”
    Amy waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept his hold on her, leaving her no choice but to move with him to the music. His hands were gentle on her waist, yet every time she tried to pull away, his grip tightened, making it clear he wasn’t quite ready to let her go. After a couple of attempts to discreetly extricate herself from his embrace, Amy gave up, not wanting to cause a scene.
    Just a dance , she told herself. It’s only a dance. She was fine with a dance if he didn’t insist on anything more—and he didn’t seem inclined to, for now at least. He held her at a careful distance, close enough for her to be acutely aware of his warm, muscular body, but not so close that she’d be plastered against him. A couple of times, she thought she felt something hard brushing against her belly, but she couldn’t be sure as the contact was brief.
    Still, the idea that it could’ve been his erection—that he wanted her like that—was nearly as exciting as it was scary.
    Article. Focus on the article, Amy. “So, Vair, tell me a little bit about yourself.” She kept her gaze locked on his face, hoping that talking would distract her from the growing ache in her core. “What made you decide to come to Earth?”
    He smiled, his eyes gleaming. “I was bored.”
    “Bored?” She hadn’t expected to hear that. “Why?”
    “Because I ran out of ways to amuse myself on Krina. I require a lot of amusement, you see.”
    Amy wet her lips. She had a feeling they were again venturing into dangerous territory. “What did you do on Krina? Professionally, I mean?” Did the Ks even have jobs? She wasn’t sure, but it seemed like a safer topic than whatever it was Vair did to “amuse” himself.
    “Professionally?” His smile turned sardonic. “Not much. Or too much. Depends on your perspective, I guess.”
    “Oh.” Amy stared at him, puzzled. “You mean you changed your career?”
    “You could call it that.” He laughed softly, looking down at her. “What about you, little human? What is it that you do . . . professionally?”
    “I’m a grad student,” Amy lied. “I’m getting my Master’s in English literature.”
    “Your Master’s?” He lifted his eyebrows.
    She felt herself flushing for some reason. “It’s an advanced degree one gets after college,” she explained, unsure if Vair was messing with her or if he was genuinely unfamiliar with the term. “One step above a Bachelor’s degree.”
    “Ah, okay.” His eyes glittered as he shifted his grip on her, his hands moving lower to rest on her hips. “One step above a bachelor. I get it.”
    Vair was messing with her. “Yes, that’s right,” she said smoothly, trying to ignore the fact that his large palms were essentially on her ass. “What kind of degrees do you guys have? Do you have college and such?”
    He shook his head. “No, we don’t. We learn throughout our lives.”
    “But how do you train for work?” Amy persisted. “Surely you’re not born knowing how to do everything. And what about math, science, history? How do you learn all that?”
    “You are a curious little creature.” He regarded her with a strange half-smile. “You want to know everything about us, don’t you?”
    “Of course.” Amy gave him a bright smile. “Who wouldn’t?”
    “Most humans who come here,” he murmured, looking at her. “Nearly all of them, in fact. They’re interested in only one thing—and that thing has nothing to do with our educational system.”
    “I guess I’m an exception then,” Amy said, her heart jumping at the odd intensity in his gaze. Was it possible he suspected her for some reason? “I’ve always loved learning about other cultures—the more exotic, the better.”
    He laughed softly and stopped, letting