A Day in the Life of Marine Captain Cross before the Zoastra Affair Part Thirty Seven
When the doctor left, Captain Cross told her, “Your fiancé wants you back.”
“Fiancé? I don’t understand?”
“Don’t play games. If I had my choice, I’d throw you out a bay door into space. You lied to my friends about the kitchen and your status. Now you’re going back where you belong.” He touched his gun, to enforce a silent threat.
“I don’t want to live my life with a man who cannot satisfy a woman. Marrying him is not my choice.”
“I don’t care, princess.” Cross shot back. Letting go of the gun and not shooting her in the face took physical restraint. “My people are not your playthings to risk their lives because you don’t want to get married. Prepare yourself.”
He pulled her to her feet, intending to take her to the flight deck for the transfer. The doctor met them at the door of his office, shaking his head. “You don’t have the authority, captain. Major Nelson is your boss.”
Suddenly, Cross smelled an odor he hadn’t noticed before. A perfume filled the air. Had she caused some soft scent to flow into his nostrils?
“Get your nose in order, doctor.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Her smell.” Cross refused to be manipulated. He turned to the alien. “Women on all planets seem to be made of the same thing. Get over yourself. You’re going back.”