she awoke. She remembered the headline of the magazine. She'd stared at the cover image too often to count. RYAN FLINT - #1 Hottest Hunk of the Year! The cover image featured Ryan Flint, famous movie star and Josie's celebrity crush. Resplendent in a fitted, charcoal suit, Ryan's sharp, grey eyes, dark hair and firm lips were the sexy filling of many of Josie's night dreams and sexual fantasies.
"Ma'am?" prompted the operator. "Please describe the intruder."
"He's…uh…he's…"
The silver man pressed a palm to the cover of the magazine. The transformation began at his head. Smooth, bald silver became thick, dark hair. Purely silver eyes attained a white sclera. Silver skin changed into tanned human flesh. Sir Glauber stopped growling. Josie stopped breathing. Then she was breathing too fast.
Ryan Flint stood naked in her living room. No. Someone—some thing that looked exactly like Ryan Flint stood naked in her living room.
"Ma'am, are you OK? Are you hurt? Ma'am!"
Josie's mobile phone clattered to the floor. Her body followed soon after.
Chapter Two
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
"Police. Open up!"
Josie groaned. Her head hurt and the pounding on her door did not improve the pain. She turned her head and Sir Glauber watched her through half-closed eyes, perched on her pillow, his front paws tucked under his breast. She sat up and a naked Ryan Flint also watched her from her bedroom armchair.
Oh. Right. Silver man.
She squelched her surprise and strode to her apartment door. The door seemed as whole as if it weren't facedown on the ground earlier.
"Yes?" she smiled up at the two police officers. Both tall and jowly, one narrowed his eyes at her while the other peered over her shoulder.
"Ma'am, our emergency operators received a call about an intruder."
Josie rubbed her arm. "R-really? Maybe from a different apartment—"
"The caller provided this address." The officer edged closer. "Are you in distress, ma'am?"
"No, I'm fine." She laughed, the sound tinny and dry. "It must have been a mistake."
"Holy shit," said the other officer, still peering over her shoulder. Josie followed his gaze, alarmed at the sight of Silver man cum Ryan Flint standing in the nude a short distance behind her.
Facing the police officers again, Josie stretched her lips in a wide, fake grin. She spoke fast as she pushed the door closed.
"As you can see, I'm all good. No emergencies here! Thanks for stopping by."
She slammed the door shut in the police officers' faces, her heart racing. Their footsteps receded but their words still carried.
"Did you see that?"
"Yeah, fucking prankster bitch. What a waste of time."
"No, no, the guy behind her. It was Ryan Flint! Y'know? From Guns and Explosions …"
Josie leaned back against the door, relief easing the tension in her body. Folding one arm beneath her breasts, she propped the other on it and rubbed her forehead. Well, that was dangerous. She had lied to the police. They had shown up to help and she had slammed the door in their faces. What was she to do now? How was she going to handle the alien—yes, alien, because what else could he be?—camping out in her apartment?
Her face grew hot at the sight of the defined flesh of his abdomen, hotter still when her gaze dipped beyond his navel and found quite a satisfying view between his powerful legs. Fucking fuck . How was this possible? Countless times she'd fantasized about Ryan Flint showing up in person, ready to ravish her and make her his. Now here he stood, half of her fantasy made true.
Well, not the real Ryan Flint. Someone that looked like him.
She approached him, her steps cautious. She no longer believed he intended to hurt her. His strength far exceeded hers and his abilities out of this world. He could kill her in an instant if he wanted. When she fainted in the living room, he could have used the opportunity to do evil things to her unconscious body. Instead she'd awoken safe in her bed.
"Who are you?" she
"Ma'am?" prompted the operator. "Please describe the intruder."
"He's…uh…he's…"
The silver man pressed a palm to the cover of the magazine. The transformation began at his head. Smooth, bald silver became thick, dark hair. Purely silver eyes attained a white sclera. Silver skin changed into tanned human flesh. Sir Glauber stopped growling. Josie stopped breathing. Then she was breathing too fast.
Ryan Flint stood naked in her living room. No. Someone—some thing that looked exactly like Ryan Flint stood naked in her living room.
"Ma'am, are you OK? Are you hurt? Ma'am!"
Josie's mobile phone clattered to the floor. Her body followed soon after.
Chapter Two
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
"Police. Open up!"
Josie groaned. Her head hurt and the pounding on her door did not improve the pain. She turned her head and Sir Glauber watched her through half-closed eyes, perched on her pillow, his front paws tucked under his breast. She sat up and a naked Ryan Flint also watched her from her bedroom armchair.
Oh. Right. Silver man.
She squelched her surprise and strode to her apartment door. The door seemed as whole as if it weren't facedown on the ground earlier.
"Yes?" she smiled up at the two police officers. Both tall and jowly, one narrowed his eyes at her while the other peered over her shoulder.
"Ma'am, our emergency operators received a call about an intruder."
Josie rubbed her arm. "R-really? Maybe from a different apartment—"
"The caller provided this address." The officer edged closer. "Are you in distress, ma'am?"
"No, I'm fine." She laughed, the sound tinny and dry. "It must have been a mistake."
"Holy shit," said the other officer, still peering over her shoulder. Josie followed his gaze, alarmed at the sight of Silver man cum Ryan Flint standing in the nude a short distance behind her.
Facing the police officers again, Josie stretched her lips in a wide, fake grin. She spoke fast as she pushed the door closed.
"As you can see, I'm all good. No emergencies here! Thanks for stopping by."
She slammed the door shut in the police officers' faces, her heart racing. Their footsteps receded but their words still carried.
"Did you see that?"
"Yeah, fucking prankster bitch. What a waste of time."
"No, no, the guy behind her. It was Ryan Flint! Y'know? From Guns and Explosions …"
Josie leaned back against the door, relief easing the tension in her body. Folding one arm beneath her breasts, she propped the other on it and rubbed her forehead. Well, that was dangerous. She had lied to the police. They had shown up to help and she had slammed the door in their faces. What was she to do now? How was she going to handle the alien—yes, alien, because what else could he be?—camping out in her apartment?
Her face grew hot at the sight of the defined flesh of his abdomen, hotter still when her gaze dipped beyond his navel and found quite a satisfying view between his powerful legs. Fucking fuck . How was this possible? Countless times she'd fantasized about Ryan Flint showing up in person, ready to ravish her and make her his. Now here he stood, half of her fantasy made true.
Well, not the real Ryan Flint. Someone that looked like him.
She approached him, her steps cautious. She no longer believed he intended to hurt her. His strength far exceeded hers and his abilities out of this world. He could kill her in an instant if he wanted. When she fainted in the living room, he could have used the opportunity to do evil things to her unconscious body. Instead she'd awoken safe in her bed.
"Who are you?" she
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