Two Hearts

Chapter 4 - Solving the Puzzle

Bhehre finished leading the way to the guest room and let Emily get settled in. He left her be while she let the door close so she could change into her casual clothing she kept in her pack.

She never left home without at least a change of clothes and various toiletries just in case. One never knew what would happen. It was better to have a few things on the ready. Papa Bhall had taught her many things but this was a very important one.

Once she was changed into a pair of loose fitting blue shorts and a thin black tank top, she settled into the massive rectangular bed. There was a mountain of furs and various fabric blankets piled on it. They were of many exotic colors, patterns, and textures. She had watched as Bhehre pulled them out of a storage container, waving off her request to help.

The room was bigger than her entire apartment back in Sector Eight. Her home was a broom closet compared to this mansion of a room.

It was a wide rectangular room with wooden walls and wide windows that went from floor to ceiling on the far end of the room. A giant dark green mattress dominated the left wall, the very one she lied on now. On the adjacent wall was a myriad of objects on shelves that lined it with a cutaway for the door to the private bathroom. There were pottery pieces, rocks, gems, jars of dirt or sand, fabrics, exotic jewelry, odd headdresses, and many more knick-knacks. Everything on that wall seemed to tell his story; she was dying to ask.

Bhehre was well traveled.

What was a former Elite and Arbitrator doing on a refueling planet? This planet was a pit stop for travelers looking for a quick drink, a cock sleeve, or a job working in the service industry.

He was a good male. He deserved so much more.

The grumpy Yautja was a sweetheart. It was surprising that such a catch was single. Why hadn't any female approached him? They were sorely missing out!

All of the thinking she did about Bhehre, while she was in his own him, drove her nuts.

She was borderline obsessed!

He was her boss for Paya's sake. He was her boss but oh gods did she want him to be more. That idea was still something she was coming to accept, not like she was rejecting it.

She wanted Bhehre.

Bhehre; not G'keta. G'keta was a spineless male who deserved nothing but his face beaten to a pulp. Part of her wanted to see Bhehre do it.

He likely had one hell of a left hook.

Since sleep was so clearly eluding her, Emily made her way to the living room. It was a wide rectangular room with a wall of windows like her room but it was a slightly better view. Outside ran fell against the window in streams; the rain blurred the city of neon. The gentle rhythm of the rain relaxed her mind even more and was a nice distraction from her wayward thoughts.

In the room, the lights had been turned off but she didn't turn them on. The neon cast the room in a dim glow of blues and yellows. She sat on the end cushion of the couch chewing on her nails and watching the storm outside.

The whoosh of the door sliding open alerted her to another presence in the room, but a quick glance revealed the large familiar Yautja ambling his towards her. His body was covered in shadows giving him a menacing edge. Emily glanced his way again to acknowledge him with a small smile.

"I'm sorry if I woke you. I couldn't sleep."

Bhehre sunk into the couch next to her and sighed, one of his hands rubbing at his knee. It was a habit of his when the joint pained him.

He waved his free hand to the side dismissively, "You did not. I share the same trouble."

"My thoughts are on a runaway train..." Emily sighed, curling her legs to the side Bhehre was on. She swept a few strands of hair out of her face while she turned towards him.