Page 3 of Whisked Away By the Alien

He steps closer to me, that huge body of his moving with grace and purpose. “I enjoy your touch, Golda.”

That heavenly scent from earlier explodes all around me. Maybe I’ve been wrong to judge him prematurely, because he has to be one hell of a cook. Except when I look around the kitchen, I realize he hasn’t cooked anything. Where is that intoxicating smell coming from?

Before my eyes shoot to him, I know he’s the source.

Oy. Ican’tbe attracted to an alien. And worse, that’s at least the second time the wordoyhas popped into my head when I’ve looked at him. God help me, there’s an alien in my kitchenandI’m turning into my mother!

I fan myself, trying to cool off and calm down. I’m not sure what’s worse at this point. Knowing I’m attracted to this handsome alien or realizing I have to let my mom know exactly who she let into her home.

“Are you in the right place… ah… I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t throw it.”

Despite maintaining an air of political correctness, I grin. I like him and his sense of humor, though I’m not entirely sure he’s joking.

Aliens who come to Earth always know Common. It’s the one language the majority of people on Earth speak thanks to nearly two decades under Coalition rule. But this guy’s been talking to me in English. It’s hard to say how extensive his command over the language is, but I’m going to have fun finding out.

Down, girl, I chastise myself.

At twenty-eight, I shouldn’t be lusting over a guy, but apparently my hormones didn’t get the memo. Every part of my body’s heating up and I can’t take my eyes off him. Maybe I’ll get what I want for Hannukah this year after all. To lose my virginity. I envision him wrapped in a shiny red bow… and nothing else. Yes, I’d love to unwrap him.

I lift my chin and take a slow, deep breath, trying to handle this like the adult that I’m supposed to be.

“Let’s start over. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Golda. The youngest daughter of Mrs. Gertie-She’s-A-Lovely-Though-Somewhat-Crazy-Woman Birnbaum. Not that I’m that young. I’m twenty-eight. Though that’s practically spinster age, if you ask my mom. Sometimes I swear her sole purpose in life is to marry me off.”

Still rambling, Golda!

I don’t usually babble like this. It could be because he’s an alien.

In my kitchen.

And he’s not only hot-as-fuck, but he smells soooo good. I keep thinking of campfires and s’mores.

His eyes move over me slowly, and my girls snap to attention. “No one could mistake you for a youngling.”

A wave of heat spreads to my nether region. I’m overheating and the stove isn’t even on. If I don’t peel my sweater off soon, I’ll start sweating. Sweating in front of a guy isn’t sexy. Not that I should be concerned with sexy. Hell, no. My parents would never let me date an alien.

What the hell, Golda Rose? You’re an adult. You don’t need their permission!

“How old are you?” I ask. Yep. I’m turning into my mother. Just throw the question out there without any subtlety. He doesn’t smile, but those warm silver eyes haven’t left me. No wonder I’m burning up. I should put some distance between us, but I don’t want to.

“Thirty-one by the measure of your Earth years.” The pads of his fingers move over my forearm, making me tingleeverywhere. “Are all human females this soft?”

That intense heat settles in my cheeks. If I don’t take my sweater off soon, I’m going to be sweating bullets.

Did I wear a bra today? It’s laundry day, which means I took the shortcut of wearing a baggy sweater. Of all the days to—

“Is there a problem, Golda? Your cheeks are red.”

“I’m a little overheated, that’s all. It happens when I come in from the cold outside. I didn’t expect you to be so hot. I mean the kitchen! I didn’t expect the kitchen to be so hot!”

God, please, I beg you. Strike me down with lightning, the plague... anything. Just spare me the embarrassment of having to face this gorgeous guy any longer… and without a bra on!

CHAPTERTWO

STENIKOV

This beauty before me is utterly fascinating. I can’t quite figure out what about her captivates me, but I’m determined to find out. Despite her initial fear when she found me in her family’s kitchen, she stood up to me and talked to me as an equal. That is not something I’ve encountered here on Earth.

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