Page 31 of My Christmas Alien Mate

An idea hit me. "Yesterday, you said people could paint rocks and the tourists would buy them, right?"

She looked up from mixing, realizing where I was going with that before she shook her head. "It's not that easy."

"Why not? Let's take your cookies down to the market, sell them, and see what happens."

"It's not that easy," she repeated. "You need to reserve a table, have a food handler license, and—"

"Let's get you one."

She stopped what she was doing. "You're serious?"

"Damn right I am."

"Let's do it!" She grinned widely. "But let's finish this first."

Ifeltmorealivewith Galexor than I ever had in my life. It seemed as if anything that had ever held me back was easier with him. He was easy to talk to, easy to be around, encouraging and everything my grampa told me a man should be. I was sure he would have liked Galexor and Galexor him. It made me sad that the two had never met, but in my heart, I knew that Grampa approved.

We spent the rest of the day baking, decorating, and cooking, interrupted only by sex, after some chocolate dribbled down my mouth and Galexor licked it off. He then insisted that he had to inspect the rest of my body for any morecontrabandchocolate that might have gone astray, and before I knew it, I lay naked on the kitchen floor with his tongue all over me.

Afterward, I insisted on dipping his deep blue cock into white icing, pretending I wanted to check the consistency, before I repaid the favor and had him writhing on the ground.

I don't think Grandma's kitchen had ever seen this much action, and if it had, I didn't want to know about it. But we did things that would have chased Santa and all his elves off. Naughty things I was sure would take me off his list for good.

By the time we were done, it was dark outside.

"Now what?" Galexor asked.

I would have suggested a walk down to the lake, but I was exhausted, so I offered, "Why don't we order a pizza and watch a movie?"

"Pizza? Movie?"

Oh boy, was he in for a treat.

I ordered from the only place in town that delivered out here and only because the owner, Max, had a huge crush on me since high school. While we waited, we tidied up the kitchen and put all our goods into the old Tupperware containers my grandma had bought decades ago.

Galexor insisted on paying for the pizza and even though he changed his skin color to the same olive hue he had before, I was sure Max's eyes must have bugged out of his head when he delivered the pizza himself thirty minutes later. I would have felt bad for him if he hadn't been such a douche. He always pretended he was God's gift to women, and I was sure his crush on me was only because I had never fallen for him and taken him up on any of his offers to go out on a date with him.

In the meantime, I prepared the couch with blankets, turned the heater up just a tad, filled two glasses with wine and picked a movie. Since it was the holiday season, and this was Galexor's first time watching one, I pickedElf, because it was funny and would give him a better idea about the holiday. Afterward, I decided, if we made it that far, we would go withDie Hard, which had been my grampa's favorite.

I remembered us arguing every year. I would point out that it really wasn't a Christmas movie, and he would point out that there was a tree, gifts, and Christmas music, which defined the qualifying parameters for him.

Either way, Galexor was a guy, and if I was to introduce him to the whole movie experience, I might as well do it the right way.

Minutes later, we each had a slice of pizza in our hands and were snuggled up on the coach asElfstarted.

Elfhad always been my favorite, but watching it with Galexor was a whole new experience. He laughed so hard, he nearly rolled us both off the couch, which ended up in lovemaking, and me rewinding it when we were done. And yes, rewound. Despite my grampa adapting to all things technology, he insisted a movie was only good when watched on VHS.

"I think I like your Earth life," Galexor said when we made it throughDie Hard, and he carried me off to bed. "I can't wait to do this again tomorrow."

I snuggled into his chest and fell asleep, thinking about how much I liked that idea. Just as much as I liked waking up in his arms the next morning and hoped there would be many more like that.

After breakfast, he helped me prepare the baskets for the neighbors and we took them around. As per custom, I didn't linger to chat. I placed the basket by the front door, rang the bell, and jumped into the truck, driven by Galexor, who took to driving as if he had done so all his life. Even the clutch didn't give him any problems. And I realized I should have expected that from a space pilot.

Then it was off to town hall to fill out the necessary paperwork to start my very own baking store. There were already several in town, so I didn't think one more would piss anybody off unnecessarily. I even started my own LLC and called it Grandma's Baked Goods.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get an appointment to have my kitchen inspected until after Christmas and counted myself lucky they didn't make me wait for after New Year's.

Hope flared inside me when we stopped by the bank to ask for an extension on the loan. Unfortunately, that hope was cut short by a very unfriendly banker, somebody who must have just moved here and whom I had never seen before.

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