“Um.”

“The first step of getting over it, is to not fuck me, yeah?” she’d raised a brow. “I’ll reject you nice and sweet right here and right now. Sweetheart, you’re a beautiful alien, but I’m just not the one for you alright? But if you stay, I’ll continue saying nastier things, things you don’t want to know or hear.”

“Like what?”

He was determined she’d give him that and so she swung over the counter, hooked her legs around his waist so that he’d stand a little closer. He jumped, eyes fluttering wide. She noted now the dilation of his pupils.

The way they swallowed his eyes from warm sweet caramel into pitch darkness. It was an extraordinary shade that consumed everything, and she held herself down, and clenched her belly to stop the arousal that shuddered through in tiny licks of heat. But she digressed, she was here for the kill.

“Darling,” she drawled, “your dick’s too small. I’ve seen enough to guess quite accurately that you’re a mere five inches hard.” His eyes fluttered, lips parting and she silenced him with a finger to the lip, covered by glove so she wouldn’t catch his alien cooties. “Your scent,” she wafted the air as if she could smell it with the mint stuffed up her nostrils, “it’s not me you know? Can’t go to bed with granny slippers and old gum.”

That must have sucked or smelled like nothing he truly was because he looked scandalized.

“Uh uh, you wanted this baby, so come here and get it,” she hissed, desperate to scare him back into his little hole and out of her house. “Your face is pretty, I’ll give you that, hm? Makes my dick semi-hard when you look at me with those eyes, but not enough for me to fuck you. And, with a big Alpha like you, I’m sure you’re not interested in me fucking you.”

“I could bottom, if you want,” he answered, voice a little dry and a tad choked as if he were breathless and genuinely horny. Her brow raised, surprised by the strain.

“So, you’re into that, is that what you want? My devastatingly good personality lashing at your poor little heart. Masochist little baby? ” She scoffed, twisted her fingers through her hair. “As I’ve said not hard enough to knot. Not hard enough to cum. You just don’t turn me on. I want a little bitty omega that’s all sweet cotton candy. So fuck off.”

She pulled her legs back onto the counter, sat man spread and menacing. Rue was thankful now that her jeans had curves and ripples to look like a dick if she sat the right way.

He froze, eyes wide and shimmery and she swore she saw the drizzle of tears which made her feel like an asshole. But she had to scare him off, didn’t want anyone lingering on her history and finding out the truth just when she was almost soaring into blessed future. With her scentless nature, she could become anyone, she could do anything.

And any man would ruin her dreams.

“So, this is your answer?” he’d whispered, but there was a feral look in his eyes, the darkness growing red,” after everything?”

“After what?” she’d raised a brow. “I don’t even know you.” That seemed to do the trick because he caved into himself, weakening under her gaze. His feet stumbling backwards, his face turning away, and she’d swore there were quiet tears on his cheeks as if she’d ruined his life.

“I grew for you.”

“Sure.”

“My soul burned.”

“Look,” she felt bad, he seemed pretty sad.

And she realised now that the whole bad boy against bad boy technique wasn’t a good deal breaker. She should have laid it on a little sweeter, been a little kinder. Perhaps, under that tattooed skin was a baby boy in a sweater. She was calling him a little baby after all.

“I’m sorry that was a little too much, alright? You’ll find someone better. Someone like Valentino who’s into dick—”

“You always say that! How many times must he tell you that I’m not after him?” he seemed shaken, eyes trembling. “I’m Hal, Rue. Your Hal. Fucking hell. You’re such an idiot.” He left with those words, head bowed as he ran, and she watched him go with an opened mouth.

He was the little bunny alien that trailed behind her in school, Halcyon.

She cracked her neck and mourned the loss of an amazing customer for a solid minute. She might have been an asshole, but one didn’t confess to their crush by requesting for their services as a prostitute. She sighed, sent a prayer to his soul then left to tell her Mama the amazing news.

With her luck she’d get into university by the end of fall and whisk herself straight into an Alpha office that would pay her ten thousand credits a month. She would get her Mama out of this business, buy a good house on a safe planet, and live a good life with meat for every meal, everyday whenever she wanted.

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