Bab 263: Chapter 263: Your Arms and Legs Are Like Twigs

Madison pressed her lips together, refused to be intimidated by that black gaze that sometimes showed barely there red tendrils. No alien could intimidate a Johnson from Alabama. Though she had to admit, she might run real fast if he went for his sword.

He stood practically on top of her, towering over her. She'd known he was big, but this close she could see impressive muscles bulge under his uniform. Raised veins ran down his neck and disappeared inside his uniform. What did he look like without his clothes? The fit of his uniform hinted at a really good body. And she wasn't going there.

"Your arm, show it to me," he said before she could open her mouth and get herself killed.