Page 4 of Alien Dragon's Bride

Chapter 2

Levx

Levx-Sorbrit Vorian Churgo put down his fork and waited for the woman across from him to stop picking at the yellow spots of lettuce in her salad. The entire meal, she grumbled about everything from the napkins being paper to the silverware being plastic and the jukebox playing eighties music. A personal favorite of his was on how he dared not show any interest or she’d change her tune and say she loved this song. Like she’d said she hated smokers when he said he didn’t smoke yet she smelled of cigarettes.

Twenty-seven months on this planet, and his people hadn’t come any closer to a cure for their infertile females or saving Renjer, their home planet, from the Tryns—which to humans were demons. Not that that definition was far off. The beasts looked like the medieval depictions of devils complete with horns, forked tails, and short black fur. But their tiny leather wings and big bellies didn’t aid in flight. Not like Renjerians. Thanks to his brother, Khol’s mixed blood, all of their people were now able to shape-shift into human form. Their mission while on earth was to fight any Tryns and find suitable human women to mate with and keep the Renjerian race from dying out.

Khol, Xilon, and Taurian had found lovers among the humans. Not Levx. His plan was simple. Like many of the others who’d rather not bed a human woman, was to pay for a baby. A surrogate the humans called it. He didn’t care what it was called but the king had ordered all eligible males to have as many babies while they were stuck here.

And the woman across from him had answered the surrogacy ad he’d placed in a fancy lifestyle magazine. No way did he want any kid of his to turn out like her. Best he ended this date as soon as possible and never call this woman back again

“Hi, here’s your bill for whenever you’re ready.” An elder waitress set a piece of paper on the table. Her gray hair wisping around her face, drawing attention to the deep wrinkles around her eyes.

“Where’s the other woman? The one who served us?” Levx looked past her to the kitchen behind her. The first waitress had a look of sadness that made him want to help her. Figure out what she was thinking when she gave his date her fake smiles.

“Oh, her shift was over and she had to leave. You all come back and see us now.” The woman turned away and went to the next occupied table.

Disappointment filled him. He’d enjoyed the other woman’s smile and demeanor even though she often looked like she wanted to pour the pitcher of tea she carried over his date’s head. No, not a date. An arrangement to see if this woman across from his was tolerable enough for him to have his child. That answer was a definite hell no. She was arrogant and rude.

“You know, I don’t think this dressing is low-calorie at all.” The woman across from him frowned. “Don’t leave a tip, the service and food here sucks.”

Nope. Even though he didn’t have to love whoever carried his baby or touch them, the idea of sharing DNA with this woman made the back of his throat burn.

He picked up the bill. The waitress had left a pen for him to write out her tip and sign if he was paying by credit card. Quickly, he wrote a note on the paper requesting one bill be given to the other waitress too. Then he slipped in two one-hundred dollar bills and the amount for the dinner. The food here had been pretty good and he wondered why he hadn’t eaten here before when the smells whenever he passed this way had made his mouth-water. Probably because from the outside, it had looked like a dump.

Guess that’s what he got for going with appearances much like the woman across from him. She was pretty with a sculpted nose that didn’t move when she smiled and straight white teeth. Her blond hair sat on top of her head and her silk blouse fitted her figure perfectly. Yet, it seemed like she was horrible on the inside.

While their previous waitress had seemed full of life and tried her best to help her customers. Her gray eyes had lit up when he ordered the special…was that her favorite meal here? He’d have to come again and ask her what she recommended.

“Well?” the woman across from him crossed her arms.

Shit! What was her name again? He’d dated too many women to count since he and his people came here during a heavy thunderstorm. All their names blurred together in his mind. None made a lasting impression. Except the waitress today and she wasn’t even trying to impress him. Almost like she’d rather be somewhere else than here. What was her story? Megan. That was her name on her name tag. He rolled it around on his mind, liking the sound of it.

“Levx?” his annoying date asked, painting on a concerned look on her face.

“I think I have an interested party in your services at our company.” One way to get rid of this girl was to push her onto someone else.

“Oh?” She lit up. Her hand slid across the table to grab him by the arm but he stood, forcing her to look up at him.

“Yes. My brother Monty will love you.” He resisted laughing aloud. If he said the name in Renjerian, the human wouldn’t be able to pronounce it. Let his arrogant brother have a fun time taming this woman. Levx was better off staying single and childless.

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