Page 6 of Kissed By the Alien
“Are you asking about my cocks, female?”
“Um, cocks?” Yup, I’m hearing double. Is that even a thing? I guess seeing two horns on his head has my brain going where it shouldn’t. Then again, I borrowed the water bottle from my friend Viv. I hold my bottle up to the moonlight and peer inside.
“Is there a problem with your drink?”
“I’m wondering if my friend spiked it. You know, with alcohol.”
He takes the bottle from me and sniffs. “Water.” When he hands it back to me, his hand brushes against mine. Not by accident either. The way he’s looking at me is definitely making me warmer than I should be in early February.
My nerves get the best of me. For as fun as this guy is to flirt with, I know nothing about the type of guy he is. But he’s been distracting me from why I’m here.
Damn, he’s been playing my game, only better. Why does that make me want to continue playing with him, and I don’t mean this game of cat and mouse?
“Let me take what I came for and leave, Warrior.” I want my gun. And my freedom.
“You’re admitting to doing business with this drekker?” he says, all business again. The tension between us shifts from playful to business too fast. But I see his trap.
“I’m admitting nothing.” If this guy arrests me, it will be bad for my family. Very bad.
“Tell me what you know about him and his involvement with the Brotherhood.”
“There’s nothing to tell. He’s part of a local gang. Or do you want me to make stuff up? I might as well, quite frankly, since you’re not going to believe anything I say.”
He raises a brow. “You’re free to leave,” he says, surprising me. That was easier than I expected. Which makes me wonder why he’s letting me go. I roll my eyes at myself and how paranoid I can get.
The warrior approaches me, grips my face, and stares into my eyes. “You are injured. Your eyes just moved in an unnatural way.”
“It’s natural. For humans when they’re irritated.”
“Do I irritate you, female?”
“Calling me female sure does.”
His lips thin and his horns twist slightly at the tops. “Leave, female.” The way he says female this time is intentional. His way of rubbing it in. “While you can.”
I’m tempted to ask him if that was a threat, but he’s giving me a chance to leave. Time to shove my paranoia to the back and take advantage of this opportunity to escape. “Thank you,” I say, going against my nature to be sarcastic and instead show some genuine appreciation. I’ve learned a few things from my dad over the years by watching him do business. There’s a time and place for every attitude. The trick is understanding your opponent.
With a nod of thanks to the alien, I step toward Moses, hoping to snag the gun. The alien thrusts his arm out, blocking me. “The other direction, female.”
“That’s Lexi to you, Warrior.”
“Le-xi,” he stretches the last syllable of my name like he’s testing it on his tongue. A lush-looking tongue. Damn, I’m too easily distracted by this alien. And why the fuck did I give him my real name?
Because he gave you his, my inner voice says. It seems we both like him, enough to forgive me for breaking rule number one: never give away personal details.
With his steel-tipped boot, the warrior rolls Moses onto his back, exposing my gun tucked into his pants. He retrieves the gun and returns to me, dangling it in front of him much as I did his mag-cuffs earlier.
A smirk crosses his face. He’s challenging me. I’m not amused. Aroused, but not amused.
I really can’t afford to be arrested, and there’s no way I’d outrun this man. With his long legs, he’d run me down, pin me, and… Damn, the images that seep into my brain aren’t proper. I squirm in my too-many-layers of men’s clothing as heat spreads through me despite the cool night air.
“How about a trade, Warrior?”
A thick brow lifts on that strong face. I follow the line to the dark hair spilling down over his forehead and resist the urge to smooth back those thick locks as my hand strokes one of his horns.
He tucks my gun into his belt in thefrontof his pants. “Taking a risk there, aren’t you? You wouldn’t want to blow off the family jewels.”
“My people don’t acquire jewels like yours do, and if they did, we would not keep them in our pants. As for your offer, you have nothing to trade. I have the blaster, the criminal who held it, the gun. Andyou.” His grin reaches his eyes. He may be law enforcement, but he’s got a naughty side to him.
