Page 20 of Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

She’d taken him out for ice cream, and he’d eaten himself sick while she laughed at him.

Baby steps. That’s how one started a new life. Baby steps.

Speaking of, Falden leaned against the wall, trying to clear his head and sound reasonably intelligent. He knew his words weren’t coming out as he intended, and he wanted to respond so that she would know he was a man who listened. Cared.

The room spun crazily as he watched her secure her domicile. “A shell corporation? You collect shells and sell them to others?” The odd, earthly sea creatures did create some very beautiful shell designs, but he’d never known of any human who created a company dedicated to them. But then, he didn’t interact with humans much, other than Sasha and now Juliette.

Isabella pursed her lips to hold back a grin at his lack of understanding. What did she expect? He was an alien. Dangerous. Hot. Sexy. But still an alien. She was not about to explain to him that a shell corporation was merely a term used for a company that hid the activities of another company, essentially providing a screen of anonymity. That would open up more questions from him that she couldn’t afford to answer. “Never mind. Now take off your shirt. I need to look at you. Stop the bleeding.”

“I need you to dig out the bullet. Can’t heal while it’s still in there.”

“Great.” Isabella squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, the thought of pulling a bullet out of his flesh slightly nauseating her.

He looked at Isabella with growing admiration. One word. That was her only response to his statement. She didn’t argue or try to talk him out of it. Nor did she deny that she could dig in his flesh to remove the foreign object. This female grew more fascinating by the moment.

“Stop staring at me and take off your shirt,” she ordered, determinednotto stare, no matter how much she wanted to.

Falden pulled the human clothing off over his head, holding back a moan of pain as the blood-soaked fabric pulled at the damaged flesh of his back. Isabella walked away from him and flipped on a light. He sank down to sit on one of two small chairs at a table he assumed she used for meals. A small bed was shoved into the corner, the sheets mussed as if she’d rolled out of them and not bothered to straighten them behind her. He wondered if the sheets still held the lingering scent of vanilla and oranges.

The security camera screen remained empty of visitors, and he relaxed a bit more. She was obviously serious about security here, and he was willing to trust her. For now.

He turned to inspect the other half of the room and froze. Shelves were stacked, back to back, filling nearly half of the small space. And on those shelves? Caldorian goods. Medicine. Sexual devices. Gadgets and tools not yet made available to humanity. Technology only available on the black market.

Illegal for humans to own. But no weapons. Nothing deadly. Nothing that could kill. Had she been keeping Caldorian weapons, he would have had to break his oath to her and take them for her own safety. The Vilitos were not the only species willing to commit murder to acquire such weapons. He’d learned that humans could be every bit as evil and deadly.

“Where did you get these things? Possession of these items is against human laws.”

“Oh, trust me, I know. You remember your promise?” She was in the corner opposite him, lifting a bowl, towels and other items onto a strange metal tray.

“I gave my oath.” Rising to his feet, he moved forward to inspect her collection, mounting fear for her safety paramount in his mind. “Other humans would kill you for these things. This is dangerous.”

She glanced back over her shoulder, a determined glint in her eye. “They can try.”

Fuck.Quickly looking over shelves, he needed to make sure she only had Caldorian goods, not anything from his people. His inspection nearly complete, relief crept up on him until he saw two familiar jars on the top shelf. Maju paste and maju water.

Both full.

Fuck.

He lifted the maju water off the shelf, opened the jar and gulped greedily at the healing liquid.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“This is maju water. It will help me heal.”

“Do you know how much that’s worth?” she hissed.

She was angry now, her gaze narrowed in a way that made him want to bend her over one of these shelves and fill her with his cock from behind, pump into her until she promised to stay away from all things Caldorian, Lumerian. Alien. All things but him. “I will replace it.”

She raised a brow but sighed in acceptance. “Fine.” She moved forward, took the half-empty bottle from his hand and put it back on the shelf. He looked up.

“I will need the paste as well. Rubbing the paste over the wound will assist the flesh in healing.”

“You going to replace that, too?”

“Yes. But I will apply the paste. You are human. You are not to touch it,” he commanded.

“All right. Fine.” She reached up and lifted the cylinder holding the maju paste from the shelf. “You still need the bullet out, right?”

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