Wanted: Handsome Alien Abductor by Myra Nour Page B

grabbed a sweater, since it could get chilly in the evening.
    They beamed down in a narrow alley, and Amber glanced around, nervous, but they quickly moved into the street. Her mouth dropped. In front of them not a hundred feet away, the Eiffel Tower soared skyward. She stretched her neck back, trying to see the top.
    The line to go up was long, but they chatted the time away. When it was their turn, they decided to walk up to the first platform, and then rode the elevator the rest of the way, which seemed to take a long time. Once they got off and she saw Paris spread out around them, she forgot about her impatience on the ride up.
    She knew how lucky they were to have a clear day. Amber had heard that often you couldn't see the city because it was cloudy. They spent quite a while walking around, and then descended to have lunch in the Altitude 95 restaurant.
    Then they strolled the quaint streets, stopping in many shops, and Amber bought a few small souvenirs. Ryja paid of course, but she would pay him back later. Visiting Nortre Dame was a dream she'd always had, and they both enjoyed it thoroughly. The architecture was lovely, and beyond what she had imagined by looking at photos.
    Evening was approaching and they started toward the Arc de Triomphe. It was an awe-inspiring structure. They ate at a cafe, watching people walk by. It was an enchanting evening, but Amber was sad they had no time for the Louvre.
    "I wished we had time for the museum.” She knew Ryja would know which museum she meant. They had discussed it before.
    "We'll come back.” He patted her hand lying on the table. “We'll need all day for that."
    She nodded. A few hours wouldn't suffice for such a huge museum.
    Once twilight descended, they walked to one of the nearby bridges, which there were many of in Paris. The sunset over the Seine river was lovely, and the city came to life in a different way when the lights flickered on.
    There were lots of people walking by and couples holding hands or with their arms around each other's waist. As if by some internal signal she and Ryja turned, gazing at each other. Amber's awareness shrank, until there was only Ryja. His eyes were filled with heat, but also emotion. Was that love?
    He drew her forward, kissing her softly. Her hands ran up his back, enjoying the hard muscles beneath soft fabric. Ryja's hands were in her hair, making her feel like the most desired woman in Paris.
    The kisses went on for long moments, sweet at times, then turning to possessive. She could sense his longing as if he'd spoken aloud. Amber moaned and her knees were getting weak. Knowing it was time to cool things off, she pushed back.
    "Too much too soon?” His voice was filled with need.
    "No, yes.” She shook her head. “Kisses are fine, but we can't make love in public.” Amber interjected humor to deflect her inner turmoil.
    The trip back to the ship was uneventful. It took Amber a long time to fall asleep,
    for she felt restless and unfulfilled. It's your own fault .
    The next day Ryja informed her they were going on an evening date to a carnival.
    He spent most of the day in the library, doing research for his next project. That scared Amber. Was he close to winding up here on Earth? Surely not.
    It made her wonder. Today was their ninth date, which was sped up a bit since normally there was a day in-between excursions. The tenth, and last date was next. They would have sex after, if she chose to. Don't be silly. How can you even question that ?
    The fact that Ryja was preparing for his future adventure so close to their big day made her question his intentions. If Ryja took off after their last date, she would feel used and abandoned.
    When she showed up at the dining room for lunch, Ryja wasn't there. But she was determined to find out what was up.
    "Ryja is in the library.” Mica had come through the door, carrying a tray.
    She already knew that, but nodded as if it was news. “He's doing research for his next