Page 7 of My Christmas Alien Mate

I walked over to an area that reminded me of the flagship's galley I had visited once when I was dating… never mind that. This galley was decidedly smaller and more primitive, but I figured out what she meant by stove even though the entire contraption was crude and dangerous. But it admittedly added a certain charm to the room.

On a counter next to the stove, I found several cups and a ladle inside the pot to fill two mugs with the steaming, slightly orange liquid which gave off a pleasing smell even though I couldn't place it.

When I returned to her, I held one cup out to her and took the other.

"Do you want to sit down?" She pointed at another couch and a smaller upholstered chair with patches sewn into several places. I chose that, and sank into it right when she called out, "Careful, it—" And that's when the chair attacked me.

Well, not really attacked, but it suddenly folded back and out, moving my legs up while my upper body was slammed backward. I managed to keep the cup in my hand and the spillage minimal, but in my awkward position, I was unable to pull my phasor, which was probably a good thing, because once I basically laid flat on the contraption, it stopped moving.

"What the—" My cursing was interrupted by bell-like laughter that created a vortex inside my stomach. Surprised, I looked up and watched her shoulders bob up and down. She held on to her cup with both hands, as if afraid she would spill it, which was a real possibility given how hard she shook with laughter.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be laughing," she pushed out between giggles, "but you should have seen your face."

A low rumble started inside my chest, and before I knew it, I joined her laughter as well.

After a moment, I managed to place the cup on a small side table and clumsily climbed out of the chair. "If you don't mind, I think I'd rather sit over here."

She giggled some more, and I exaggerated my difficulties getting out of the chair just to hear more of it.

When I finally sat on the other smaller couch and looked over at her, all laughter died between us. Before our eyes locked, I noticed tiny dimples on both sides of her lips, lips that were thankfully turning rosier. Her golden eyes captured me even more though as something sparked between us, making my breath hitch.

Her eyes were filled with a depth of emotion I had never seen before. I read sadness in them, but also lingering amusement from my battle with the chair. She looked at me with a thousand unasked questions burning in them, and suddenly I wanted to stay and answer every single one of them. Nothing had ever captivated me as much as this tiny human female.

Amillionquestionsracedthrough my mind, which was still a bit foggy from falling into the lake, fainting, and yes, let's be honest, the alien across from me.

An alien!

How freaking freaky was that?

I wasn't sure if I was more terrified or curious about him, but whichever it was, it was hard to deny a certain pull toward him. He was an incredibly attractive man once I saw past his metallic blue shimmering skin. I wasn't great at estimating heights, but he easily reached six and half feet, dwarfing the family room and kitchen area in my small cabin.

He was broad chested in a way I had only ever seen in movies and on body builders, never in real life, and the same went for his enormous biceps stretching the strange, skintight material of his clothes. A long torso narrowed into slim hips, sitting atop even longer legs. Long and muscly, with something hard and bulging in the center that made me swallow and wonder whatitwould look like. Which made me question my handle on reality again, because I had never before allowed my eyes to stray to a man's bulge, leaving me wondering how he was stacked, nor had I ever wanted to before.

My sex life hadn't been exactly active, but I had managed my fair share of encounters. Still, a man's cock had never been something I contemplated like this before.

Yet it was there, especially when he moved to hold out a cup to me. I mean it was right there, right in front of my face, so to speak, and heat rose through my frozen body.

Besides my inappropriate thoughts, my mind was busy trying to work through my near-death experience and being rescued by an alien. An alien!

I should have been terrified of him, should have wondered if he came alone or if his brethren lurked nearby, ready to extinguish life on Earth—yes, I watched way too many sci-fi movies. Instead, I found myself mostly curious and told myself it was probably because I wasn't able to fully think straight yet.

It was hard to imagine him and whoever was with him having come to kill all humans after he saved my clumsy ass from the lake though. He wouldn't have done that if his intentions were to kill us all, would he? Or had they come to… probe us?

For some reason, the thought of that made me giggle again, because let's face it, I wouldn't have minded him probing me, not in the least. Actually, him probing me sent all kinds of heat through me, and before I knew it, sweat dribbled down my body. My very naked body. A body he had undressed.

When I looked up, our eyes met and locked. The strange red glow from beneath his deep-set eyes should have scared me even more than the knowledge that he was an alien, but for some reason, I found it fascinating.

At first, I thought they were just red, glowing orbs, but now I could see that it was his sclera that was red instead of white, while his pupils and irises were black as night. It wasn't a sinister red glow either, it was warm and… interesting.

I sipped my tea and rejoiced in the warmth that spread through my blood vessels as the liquid hit my stomach. I probably overdid it a tad bit with the Captain Morgan, but dang, it did its job.

"This is good," the alien… I should probably start using the name he gave me, Galexor said.

"It's mine and my grampa's recipe," I explained proudly. "We kept adding and subtracting ingredients to it over the years and this is what we came up with. We call itthe concoction."

After a second, because my curiosity about him nearly killed me, I asked, "Do you have something like this… in space or wherever you came from?"

"Nothing that tastes this good." He smiled, and my stomach fluttered. Hell, he was handsome when he did that. Dimples appeared in his slightly prominent cheeks, making him appear mischievous.

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