Alien Seduction: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Alien Love Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Ruby Green
huh? Falling in love with an alien.”
Victoria shrugged, then took the last gulp of her water. “Everyone’s an alien sweetheart.” She retorted as she stood up, straightened out her suit pants, and ran her fingers through her short, blond bob-cut. “Look, I gotta get back.” She leaned over and planted a mocking kiss on Janette’s forehead. “Go ahead. Finish your beer, but don’t you dare get another one.” She sighed. “It makes me uncomfortable to think of you going home alone. You know what, find a nice guy to flirt with you. It’ll be good for your self-esteem. Make him take you home.”
“Yes Mom.” Janette mumbled.
With that, Victoria turned and walked away. She had only actually made it a couple of steps away, before, thinking better of her advice, she turned and mended it, adding, “Actually, don’t do that. Knowing you, you would pick the one guy who actually is the murderer.”
Janette laughed as she watched her friend leave, then turned back to her drink. As she sipped her Guinness, she continued to wonder about her case, about Benson and about her sex life. This was the first time she had ever lost a case for anyone, guilty or not, and it bothered that it happened to be because Benson was promiscuous. In fact, somehow, the fact that a juror would hang their decision on having sex with only one out of the many good looking men on this planet made her seriously question her faith in mankind. As she sat there, gulping down her bitter beer with more gusto than any woman ever should, she realized that she had never felt more slighted… and more alone.
Chapter Four
By the time Janette finished her Guinness, she noticed her limbs growing heavier and heavier. She could barely focus on the television right in front of her, and it was becoming more and more difficult to hold coherent thoughts. With one sloppy, “Excuse me!” she called the bartender over and paid her tab. She then stood up, only to stumble back over on her chair. She didn’t have to have a case-winning mastermind to figure out that she was not okay to get home on her own, especially in a small town where a murderer, or a kidnapper, or whatever was on the loose. So, she pulled her chair back out, sat down in it and prepared to sober up. With an impish grin, she called that same bartender over to open her tab again and ordered a water and a coke, no Jack involved.
Janette was just taking her first sip of her virgin Jack and coke when she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye. She froze, as this same person pulled the chair out the chair next to her and preceded to sit in it. He raised his hand, calling for the bartender. When the woman finally made her way over to him, the words, “I would like a pint of Blue Moon, please,” slipped out of his lips, wrapped in a voice that was the perfect combination of gruff and smooth.
Janette looked up at him and had to physically stop her jaw from dropping at just how beautiful he was. His face was the model of perfect bone structure; high cheekbones, strong chin, heavy-set brows. His exposed arms, tanned were limbs made of well-cut muscles, covered in skin that was just the right amount of sun-kissed. In fact, as Janette took a closer look at his skin, she could have sworn she saw it glimmering in the dim bar lighting. He furrowed his bushy eyebrows. “I’m sorry. Do I have something on my face?” he asked.
As he made eye contact with her, Janette felt an odd sensation, like every inch of her being, every cell in her body was being reprogrammed towards him. Suddenly, he seemed like the only worthwhile thing in the room. She shook her head. “No.” she muttered, mentally kicking herself for having blatantly stared at him for so long. “I’m sorry, I just was fascinated by your skin. What spray tan is that?” apparently the alcohol
Victoria shrugged, then took the last gulp of her water. “Everyone’s an alien sweetheart.” She retorted as she stood up, straightened out her suit pants, and ran her fingers through her short, blond bob-cut. “Look, I gotta get back.” She leaned over and planted a mocking kiss on Janette’s forehead. “Go ahead. Finish your beer, but don’t you dare get another one.” She sighed. “It makes me uncomfortable to think of you going home alone. You know what, find a nice guy to flirt with you. It’ll be good for your self-esteem. Make him take you home.”
“Yes Mom.” Janette mumbled.
With that, Victoria turned and walked away. She had only actually made it a couple of steps away, before, thinking better of her advice, she turned and mended it, adding, “Actually, don’t do that. Knowing you, you would pick the one guy who actually is the murderer.”
Janette laughed as she watched her friend leave, then turned back to her drink. As she sipped her Guinness, she continued to wonder about her case, about Benson and about her sex life. This was the first time she had ever lost a case for anyone, guilty or not, and it bothered that it happened to be because Benson was promiscuous. In fact, somehow, the fact that a juror would hang their decision on having sex with only one out of the many good looking men on this planet made her seriously question her faith in mankind. As she sat there, gulping down her bitter beer with more gusto than any woman ever should, she realized that she had never felt more slighted… and more alone.
Chapter Four
By the time Janette finished her Guinness, she noticed her limbs growing heavier and heavier. She could barely focus on the television right in front of her, and it was becoming more and more difficult to hold coherent thoughts. With one sloppy, “Excuse me!” she called the bartender over and paid her tab. She then stood up, only to stumble back over on her chair. She didn’t have to have a case-winning mastermind to figure out that she was not okay to get home on her own, especially in a small town where a murderer, or a kidnapper, or whatever was on the loose. So, she pulled her chair back out, sat down in it and prepared to sober up. With an impish grin, she called that same bartender over to open her tab again and ordered a water and a coke, no Jack involved.
Janette was just taking her first sip of her virgin Jack and coke when she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye. She froze, as this same person pulled the chair out the chair next to her and preceded to sit in it. He raised his hand, calling for the bartender. When the woman finally made her way over to him, the words, “I would like a pint of Blue Moon, please,” slipped out of his lips, wrapped in a voice that was the perfect combination of gruff and smooth.
Janette looked up at him and had to physically stop her jaw from dropping at just how beautiful he was. His face was the model of perfect bone structure; high cheekbones, strong chin, heavy-set brows. His exposed arms, tanned were limbs made of well-cut muscles, covered in skin that was just the right amount of sun-kissed. In fact, as Janette took a closer look at his skin, she could have sworn she saw it glimmering in the dim bar lighting. He furrowed his bushy eyebrows. “I’m sorry. Do I have something on my face?” he asked.
As he made eye contact with her, Janette felt an odd sensation, like every inch of her being, every cell in her body was being reprogrammed towards him. Suddenly, he seemed like the only worthwhile thing in the room. She shook her head. “No.” she muttered, mentally kicking herself for having blatantly stared at him for so long. “I’m sorry, I just was fascinated by your skin. What spray tan is that?” apparently the alcohol
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