“Where is the observation room?” He asked. I spun out from under his hand. “The what?” “The observation room, where people from each species will watch to assure the treaty is consummated.” Watch? He didn’t mean… “No! We don’t do that,” I squeaked, heat flooding my face. God, my voice hadn’t hit a note that high since I turned twelve. I know I had to have sex with him, but in front of an audience?
