She must have already moved more than a hundred for him.

Besides, it wasn’t her business to ask questions. Just deliver the cargo, receive her credits, and move onto the next job. Or back here for a little physical action.

Ah, Ulric. Stop thinking about him! The bizarre offer still bugged her more than she wanted to admit. They’d been playing this game of pleasurable sex for several years, and he’d never shown any desire to have it turn into more. Most of the time, when she returned, Alex had to pry some other hussy’s hands off him so she could have her turn at some fun. Ulric had even suggested having company in their bed several times, but Alex didn’t swing that way.

She was only into men, humanoidmen.

So, what had changed, or was Ulric trying to manipulate her into something she wasn’t aware of yet?

“How about that drink, huh?” Sackor asked. His thin lips spread into a grin, making him look downright scary.

Alex plastered a tight smile on her face. “I don’t think so. I really have to get going. There’s someone else waiting for me after I get your cargo across.” Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try and play the charm game with insect-man every now and then. Her female charm got her pretty far in this business. A low-cut top and tight pants mixed with a seductive smile had scored her more than one repeat customer. This guy, ugh. Just being this close to him made her skin crawl, even with a small table between them.

“Oh, come on. I’m a king, you know?”

“So you’ve mentioned a thousand times before.”

“That doesn’t impress you?” Those big, black eyes looked like oversized goggles on his dark and shiny face.