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In Sync
"Considering you can make suits like that just appear out of the naked ether, it should not take you forty-five minutes to get dressed."
He raised one eyebrow and went back to straightening his tie. "I have faced warring enemy factions on the brink of global destruction more willingly than I take on your partner's assignments. I do not understand why you let us be volunteered for this assignment."
"All you have to do is stand next to me and slither out a few tentacles at the appropriate time. You don't have to say anything. Jody talks enough for all of us."
"We're going to stand. On a stage. In front of an audience. And Jody's going to narrate us having sex with one another, while I'm in my native form?"
"No, Juxtan." She would not laugh. She would not. She knew what he was doing. Tara pinched the bridge of her nose, trying her best to stay focused. Calm. Professional. "We are not making a fashionably late entrance. We are not dealing with diplomats who need to cool their tempers here. These are readers. We're the live props for Jody's Tentacle Porn class. And we will be on time."
"Darling, this is Jody. If we're on time we'll get there before she does."
One of Juxtan's more useful traits as a negotiator was grasping all the subtle nuances of any situation. Still, she was not about to concede the point. "Come on. We will be on time, whether Jody is or not."
Smiling, Juxtan offered her his arm. "Of course, my love. Do you have all your promotional material for the new book?"
"Yes. Let's go." She grabbed up her promo case as if she'd been intending to, all along, and had just been waiting for him to get ready.
He'd been to enough conventions with her to know just where the service elevator was located, and as usual there was no wait. With one arm around her waist and the other holding the bag he'd nimbly lifted from her, he sent a long tentacle over to close the doors and send the elevator shooting up.
She started to turn around to face him, but two tentacles wrapped around her thighs, sliding upward. "What are you do-" Two more appeared, wrapping around her waist reaching, for her breasts. The thrill of anticipation had her wet for him instantly, even though she knew she should be annoyed. "You're trying to distract me, aren't you." Distraction was one of his favorite tactics.