She pauses, blinking those big, earnest eyes up at me.
Is she…waiting for me to say something? I panic, my ears hot, and shuffle paperwork on my desk. I don't want to tell her that I wasn't listening to a thing she said, that her chatter just blended into nothing but noise as I stared at her. It's shameful, this crush I have on an alien colonist, and something I need to learn to ignore or I'm going to end up terrifying her.
It's just that…Lucy's perfect.
Humans seem to come in a variety of shapes and sizes, but if I was in charge, I'd make them all look like Lucy. She's on the smaller side of humans, height wise, but the rest of her is shapely and full of curves. She has breasts, like so many of her kind do, but Lucy's are rather large and sway when she walks, just like her equally ample hips. Her hands are delicate, even if the number of her fingers are weird, and her hair is a shade of black-brown that's as warm as her personality. Her eyes are an equally bright shade of amber and she has round cheeks and the roundest, cutest nose I've ever seen on another alien.
I think about that nose probably far more than I should. Lucy would be horrified if she knew the things I did to myself while thinking about her nose, and her breasts, and her smile.
"Officer?" she asks politely, gazing at me.
I clear my throat, feeling trapped at my desk. I want to get up and pace…but I also don't want to scare Lucy. I drum my fingers on my desk instead, needing to let out some nervous energy. "That's not my title. I am Custodian Rektar al'Aira'n. If you must call me something, you can call me Custodian."
Her big smile returns, as if she's oblivious to my correcting her. "You know back on Earth, custodians are people that clean lavatories. Calling you ‘officer’ is a habit. I'm sorry if it offends you. I only meant to be…respectful." Her voice drops in a lower note and she toys with the collar of her dress. It's a functional shift dress like most of the ones provided to the humans, made out of cheap material and designed to answer the clothing needs of a population that had nothing to their names, not for attraction. Somewhere along the lines, though, Lucy has modified hers. The cleavage drops deeply, showing the cleft of her chest and a good deal of her very enticing breasts. It's nipped in at the waist, too, showing off rounded hips highlighted by the functional belt she wears. Her hair is pulled up into a knot atop her head, but small tendrils are escaping everywhere, as if her hair is just as impossible to contain as she is, and I wonder what she'd look like with it down.
"Or should I just call you Rektar?" Lucy asks, leaning in. Her hand toys with the hem of her collar, and my sick mind wishes she'd pull it down, expose those big, fascinating breasts so I can get a good look at them. "Well?"
I clear my throat again. What we were talking about? Oh yes. Titles. Something about titles, not her enticing breasts. "Custodian al'Aira'n is fine."
Her lower lip thrusts out, as if she's disappointed.
21
LUCY
God, Rektar is a terrible, awful flirt.
I keep smiling, even though I want to reach over that desk and grab the man by the collar and shake him. What does a girl have to do to get an alien to ask her out? Jeez. Here I am, day after day, showing up at the port authority offices with zero business, just to bring by baked goods and to try to talk to Rektar. The man's utterly clueless, though. He hasn't noticed that I come in and talk directly to him instead of Officer Khex. He hasn't noticed that my necklines have been getting progressively lower each time I come in. He sure hasn't noticed the hints I've been throwing down.
I'd swear the man didn't like me, except for the fact that Khex smirks every time I come in and pretends to be busy, and Rektar's ears flush. I'm no great expert on men, but I hope that means good things. I could be wrong about all of this, though.
It's just…I know Rektar can be sweet. In an absolute universe full of assholes, Rektar is a gentleman. The first day he arrived in Port, everyone was nervous over the new port authorities, since the last ones had been abusing their power. My pockets are still stinging from the bribes I had to hand over just to keep my stupid sled. But when Rektar showed up, things became…different. He didn't know who I was, and held the door open for me. Another time, I entered the cantina and while I was getting my order, someone stole my table and tried to make me sit in his lap. Rektar threw the guy out, apologized to me, and watched my table until I finished my meal.