SAFIR: The Warlord's Bounty: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance) (Astral Guardians Book 1) by Rosette Lex Page B
Authors: Rosette Lex
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“What…?” she mumbled softly.
“Shhhhh,” he purred in her ear, petting a hand down her nearly bare back. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck--and then stiffened as he applied the knockout patch to the hollow of her throat.
The trans-dermal drugs worked quickly; she gasped once, and then collapsed in his arms, completely limp. Alan looked down at her, pain creasing his face as he resisted the primal call of his instincts again.
“Sorry, my dear,” he murmured as she passed out. “But duty calls.”
He heard a crash as a heavy body shouldered against the door from outside. Time to get moving. By the time that the guard got his way through the door, the two of them were gone, the ventilation grate screwed back into place behind them.
2: Emily
For a few moments there, her decision to substitute for her neighbor at this party had actually felt worth it.
Emily drowsed, vaguely aware of a bed under her, a quilt pulled over her and a warm, quiet room. What time had she gotten in last night? That party had been really uncomfortable.
Marina hadn’t said anything about the place being full of drugs or big gangster-looking guys. Marina also hadn’t said anything about having to give lap dances. Maybe that was why she had asked for a substitute.
She had claimed to have a cold, but she hadn’t looked or sounded sick. But when she had asked Emily, who looked so much like her that they could have been sisters, to sub for her at Marina’s boyfriend’s party, she had thought only about the thousand dollars cash advance that Marina had straight-up handed her. Hers to keep if she went. One night, one thousand dollars. And suddenly she wouldn’t owe any more back rent on her Sunset District apartment.
But then she had gotten there, and danced in her cage, and hurt her feet and her back with those damn platform shoes, which basically killed all her skill at dancing as easily as bricks tied to her feet.
Emily had taken exotic dancing lessons specifically to try and get over some of her shyness, and had met Marina--who lived in the apartment building’s penthouse--in her classes.
Marina was a little eccentric, always hanging out with those big Serbian guys, and flashing clothes and jewelry that her work at a high end perfume counter shouldn’t have paid for. But apparently her boyfriend was loaded, because she always had some new bauble on when Emily saw her.
The substitution had happened at the eleventh hour, and had seemed like a sweet relief even with the shoes and the cage, until the moment she was told she had to give a lap dance like an actual stripper in one of the side rooms.
Emily had blushed so hard her head had felt like it was going to pop. But the moment she had protested, the bouncer had grabbed her wrist in a grip of iron, pulled her out of the cage and walked her forcibly to the room.
“Keep the man happy. Half an hour,” he had growled tersely in his thick accent. Then he had pushed her through the door and locked it behind her.
But the man in the room... Oh God. Dark hair, pale skin, eyes like silver coins, that body...and all wrapped in a classic example of suitporn. She had never felt that strong an attraction to anyone in her life, up to and including every idiot high school crush on every football player who had ever glanced her way.
Emily liked them big, she liked them beefy and solid, and this guy looked like she’d need mountain climbing gear to scale him. Perfect. She had forgotten almost everything, and certainly most of her discomfort, the moment she had been alone with him.
She had done as instructed, but she had done it for his reactions. Because best of all of it, that magnificent male had felt it too. She had heard the shudder in his breath, and felt it going through his body; had felt his heartbeat pick up under her palms; had ground herself against his swollen groin through the smooth fabric of his trousers.
She knew the
“Shhhhh,” he purred in her ear, petting a hand down her nearly bare back. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck--and then stiffened as he applied the knockout patch to the hollow of her throat.
The trans-dermal drugs worked quickly; she gasped once, and then collapsed in his arms, completely limp. Alan looked down at her, pain creasing his face as he resisted the primal call of his instincts again.
“Sorry, my dear,” he murmured as she passed out. “But duty calls.”
He heard a crash as a heavy body shouldered against the door from outside. Time to get moving. By the time that the guard got his way through the door, the two of them were gone, the ventilation grate screwed back into place behind them.
2: Emily
For a few moments there, her decision to substitute for her neighbor at this party had actually felt worth it.
Emily drowsed, vaguely aware of a bed under her, a quilt pulled over her and a warm, quiet room. What time had she gotten in last night? That party had been really uncomfortable.
Marina hadn’t said anything about the place being full of drugs or big gangster-looking guys. Marina also hadn’t said anything about having to give lap dances. Maybe that was why she had asked for a substitute.
She had claimed to have a cold, but she hadn’t looked or sounded sick. But when she had asked Emily, who looked so much like her that they could have been sisters, to sub for her at Marina’s boyfriend’s party, she had thought only about the thousand dollars cash advance that Marina had straight-up handed her. Hers to keep if she went. One night, one thousand dollars. And suddenly she wouldn’t owe any more back rent on her Sunset District apartment.
But then she had gotten there, and danced in her cage, and hurt her feet and her back with those damn platform shoes, which basically killed all her skill at dancing as easily as bricks tied to her feet.
Emily had taken exotic dancing lessons specifically to try and get over some of her shyness, and had met Marina--who lived in the apartment building’s penthouse--in her classes.
Marina was a little eccentric, always hanging out with those big Serbian guys, and flashing clothes and jewelry that her work at a high end perfume counter shouldn’t have paid for. But apparently her boyfriend was loaded, because she always had some new bauble on when Emily saw her.
The substitution had happened at the eleventh hour, and had seemed like a sweet relief even with the shoes and the cage, until the moment she was told she had to give a lap dance like an actual stripper in one of the side rooms.
Emily had blushed so hard her head had felt like it was going to pop. But the moment she had protested, the bouncer had grabbed her wrist in a grip of iron, pulled her out of the cage and walked her forcibly to the room.
“Keep the man happy. Half an hour,” he had growled tersely in his thick accent. Then he had pushed her through the door and locked it behind her.
But the man in the room... Oh God. Dark hair, pale skin, eyes like silver coins, that body...and all wrapped in a classic example of suitporn. She had never felt that strong an attraction to anyone in her life, up to and including every idiot high school crush on every football player who had ever glanced her way.
Emily liked them big, she liked them beefy and solid, and this guy looked like she’d need mountain climbing gear to scale him. Perfect. She had forgotten almost everything, and certainly most of her discomfort, the moment she had been alone with him.
She had done as instructed, but she had done it for his reactions. Because best of all of it, that magnificent male had felt it too. She had heard the shudder in his breath, and felt it going through his body; had felt his heartbeat pick up under her palms; had ground herself against his swollen groin through the smooth fabric of his trousers.
She knew the
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