Page 42 of Breathless Recruiter

“What about yourself?”

I scratched my head. I waited for a car to pass before crossing the street. With one rule broken, what would be one more? EarthMom had been clear that humans wouldn’t understand. What if she had been wrong all this time?

“It’s kind of hard to explain.”

“That you’re an alien?”

I choked back a cough. “What?”

“That or you’re from another dimension.”

“Alien,” I admitted. “Halorian.”

I expected Dustin to scream and run away. Everybody had made such a big deal about my origins. The more I thought about it, those who knew didn’t think less of me. Had I lived in fear for no reason?

“So you don’t have powers; that’s just part of you?”

I nodded.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

We had reached my stoop. I turned to study his face. There was no fear nor terror. Maybe others would be frightened, but not Dustin. His face remained stoic, even as he stepped closer.

“In our business, honesty is hard to come by.”

I was about to agree when he leaned in, pausing just inches from my lips. There was no amount of willpower to resist closing the distance. I kissed Dustin, and his arms wrapped around my waist, mushing our bodies against one another. He knew my secret, and he stayed. I didn’t understand why, but it made him more endearing.

He stopped kissing, leaning in so his chin rested on my shoulder. I didn’t want it to end. When he kissed my neck, a shiver traveled down my spine. It appeared that Dustin wanted the same thing. As his hands dipped below my waist, giving my ass a firm squeeze, it reminded me of the videos I watched. Did this mean we were about to get naked… on the street?

“We can’t get naked here,” I whispered.

His body shook as he laughed. “You’re right.”

And yet, I didn’t want it to end.

“You could always invite me in?”

The only thing missing was the pizza man… or plumber.

“Would you like to come up?”

He turned me toward the door and gave me a slap on the ass. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Walking up the stairs, he followed behind. I had never had another guy in my apartment. If I were being a polite host, I’d brew some tea. If it were going to be like the videos, we’d skip that step.

Why could I hear Janet in the back of my head cheering?

I stood in the living room, unsure of how to proceed. Usually, there’d be a cut scene, and both men would already be half-undressed. They didn’t talk a lot. How did they agree to get naked? I had a thousand questions and nobody to ask without revealing my lack of experience.

“Nice apartment,” he said as he studied a picture of me and Earth Mom baking in the kitchen. He moved about the living room to inspect the artwork.

“I don’t spend much time here. I’m usually… you know.”

“Flying around the city in your spandex?”

I gave a nervous chuckle. “It’s weird talking about it.”

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