So that was why I had that dream. I’d never ever thought of having sex with more than one guy. Sure, I wasn’t naïve enough to not know people shared, but I hadn’t. The idea wasn’t repulsive to me, I just hadn’t had the opportunity. But after that dream? Bring on the three Vikens. And soon because my pussy was wet and aching.
“Does this mean I can leave soon?”
She smiled. “I’m glad you’re eager for your mate.”
“You said mate, but you also said three of them. Which is it?” I asked, confused.
“You were matched to one Viken male. Their new custom is to claim a bride as a trio, one from each sector of their planet. It is possible you will only have one mate, but I suspect three.”
“I dreamed of three,” I admitted.
She offered a slight shrug, but a spark lit her eyes. “Lucky you. I can’t say with certainty, but I would guess you will have three.”
Three. Three mates. Holy fuck. Remembering the dream, it didn’t seem all that bad of a concept. “Works for me. I’m eager to get the hell off Eart
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She looked down at her tablet. “You’ve volunteered. You’re not a convicted felon choosing an alternate to their punishment.”
“You don’t recognize me?”
I wasn’t vain, but I was famous. Sadly.
She looked up at me, studied me. “Ah.”
“That’s all you want to say? Ah? My family robbed thousands of people out of their retirement and savings. Destroyed lives. You don’t want to yell at me? Hate me?”
She looked at me with eyes that held not pity but understanding.
“From the news reports, you had no involvement in your family’s crimes.”
I squirmed in the chair. “No. My parents and brother live in New York. I’ve been living in California since college. I’m surprised you don’t know that.”
“I do, but I wanted to hear it from you.”
“Then you want to hear the rest of it? That while I was in college and grad school, my family created a pyramid scheme and stole millions from unsuspecting people? That we hadn’t been rich enough from my father’s hedge fund, and they were greedy enough to steal more?”
She shrugged. “To be honest, Miss Mason, I want to ensure you aren’t fleeing the planet to get away from a crime.”
I stood then, not caring that my ass was hanging out of the back of the stupid gown.
“I’m leaving the planet because I can’t get a job. No one will hire me. I’ve lost all my friends. I can’t walk down the street without people either jeering me, or a paparazzi camera shoved in my face. I’m never going to find a guy. My life is ruined all because of my family. I’m innocent, and no one cares. They’re out for blood, and I’m the only blood left that’s not behind bars. Do you have any idea what it’s like to not trust anyone?”
She studied me for a moment. “Very good.”
I sighed, a little because she’d gotten me riled up, and a little because I was relieved. She wasn’t going to deny me this new life just because of my miserable family.
“Do you wish to claim the right of naming your world, Miss Mason? Or do you submit to the processing center’s placement protocols?”
I thought of the three men and how my body still felt.
“I accept Viken.”
“Very good. Let’s begin the placement selection protocol. For the record, state your name.”
“Whitney Mason.”
“Are you currently, or have you ever, been married?”