“Is that so?” I frowned, but my heart was beating faster at the proximity of these two alien gods. I swallowed, trying to keep my professional facade in place. “And what sort of familiarity might you require?”
Duavet reached out, his big hand settling on my shoulder, driving heat through me as it trailed down my arm. “Physical intimacy,” he rumbled, making me shudder.
Zadren was on my other side, pinning me between them, his hands burning my hips through my skin-tight clothing. “We expected an equal entourage,” he said, his breath warm on my neck, “but as you prefer to work alone…”
The sound I made was almost a whimper. It should have been a protest, I knew that, but the very last thing my body wanted was to tell them no, professionalism be damned.
The ambassador and his assistant clearly took my lack of protest as consent, and who was I to argue, when every bit of my training involved making connections with other species, no matter how alien their customs. More importantly, I didn’t want to argue with the press of hot bodies against mine, the hands caressing me through my clothes. I’d never had an opportunity like this before; I wasn’t passing up the chance to offer up my virginity to two of the most gorgeous alien males I’d ever seen.