Seduced by the Screenwriter

Chapter 3, Lust in Space, Part 3

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Chapter 3

Lust in Space

Chett watched Catrina read the first page of the script, then the second. Watched a frown knit her brows together in a glower-not the reaction he wanted from a woman he planned to seduce.

"This is sci-fi," she accused. "It's not romantic comedy."

"It's intended to be comedy. Sci-fi comedy." When she turned her cynical cop eye on him, he said defensively, "This scene was inspired by Lost in Space. You must admit that movie is hilarious." He pointed at the green one piece uni-tard with green iridescent scales flung over the back of the sofa. "I found this lizard outfit and other costumes shoved to the back of a walk-in closet in my room."

As she inspected the one piece, an embarrassed flush stained her high cheekbones. "There's no crotch," she exclaimed.

"It's not what you think. Jenna needed a way to pee between takes."

She didn't seem convinced. "I may need some lubrication."

"There's no penetration in the scene as promised."

"I meant of the alcohol variety," she said dryly.

He moved to the wine fridge. "Your wish is my command."

She waved the script. "According to this, it's the other way around."

He laughed and handed her a glass. "Award-winning Chardonnay," he said as she sniffed the bouquet, tasted and nodded with appreciation. "Straight from Napa Valley by way of Jenna's wine cellar."

He leaned one elbow on the kitchen island butcher block counter, amused by her reaction to the expensive wine. He felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. Writing the campy scene had relieved numbing pressure to draft the genuine article. Even the sight of the massive canine sprawled in front of the crackling wood fire failed to dampen his mood.

Catrina scanned the remaining five pages of the script while sipping the wine. "I'm ready," she announced in due course as she set her empty glass on the island.

"You'll need to put on your costume," he noted.

She waved at his black T-shirt and black jeans. "Where's yours?"

"I'm Dan East, space pilot. This is my costume for exploring planets in Xenon Galaxy. Besides, Jenna only kept her personal costumes. There are no outfits for men."

"I should have added 'no slave girls' to the list of rules," she grumped as she grabbed the costume and climbed the staircase to a guest room.

"You're not a slave girl, you're a female lizard-like alien," he called after her.

"With no lines to learn."

"The lizards can't speak English," he retorted as a second floor door slammed. "And in this sci-fi scenario the universal translator hasn't been invented yet," he explained to Titan.

Five minutes later Catrina emerged onto the landing and slinked down the stairs.

Holy shit. Chett's jaw slackened. His surroundings faded. Hell, he even forgot about the dog. Nothing existed but Lizard Girl, all boobs and sweetly curved ass and long, lean legs in the skin-tight suit, hair tucked under a form-fitting hood. Except, unlike Jenna, Catrina's luscious breasts straining the stretchy fabric were natural. That damn parka had hidden a body that had his member powered up and ready for lift off.