Cutlass: Motor City Alien Mail Order Brides: Intergalactic Dating Agency Read Online Free
Author: Ellis Leigh
after the completion of the two-week trial period, but no one agreed to forever from the start, right? It wasn’t as if we were going to run down to the courthouse and get hitched before Monday morning. Maybe I could get a single, dirty little rendezvous out of this. Possibly a date or two. Yeah, that was all I needed. One night of hot, sweaty, toe-curling…
I swear the bed was leering at me, and the room was a fucking oven.
Okay, back to pacing. My head spun, my breath coming faster with every step. Why couldn’t I stop and relax? This was nothing—a dalliance. I hadn’t been honest with him, and he probably hadn’t been honest with me. Who could be in letter-form? We’d meet, exchange pleasantries, and then I could choose to stay or go. Done.
But my nerves… Maybe I should have hired an escort instead of writing a letter with all my deepest secrets and fears in it. Maybe I should have tried hitting up the bars and clubs to find a man, instead of relying on an agency to find me some sort of personalized Mr. Right. Not that I could afford an escort, though I might end up having to be one if I couldn’t figure out how to pay rent. There was always my landlord’s son. He’d been propositioning and catcalling me since the day I moved in. He might exchange sex for rent, which should probably be looked at as a real possibility considering where my life was at.
Shit, it really was hot in the room, and the thermostat was as broken as my future.
Plan A, I ended up homeless. Plan B, I got laid then ended up homeless. Either way, screwed.
A quick knock was the only warning I had before the door swung open. A man walked in, and I finally stopped pacing. In fact, I damn near froze in place. Holy shit. Plan B it was.
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Cutlass
The hotel teemed with people when I walked in. Humans in all their shapes and colors filled the meeting area and crowded the doorway. Just what I wanted. I grunted as I stalked through the chaos, scowling at the ones who dared to look my way.
Try to be nice. The humans scare easily.
Ampetheia’s words from when she gave me my match assignment picked at my memory. Be nice…how? Reithhar warriors were not built for nice. We were built to hunt and kill, to either break things or fix them. We were designed to survive the harshest of elements and the most dangerous of threats. Humans were small, weak, soft, and easily frightened. Exactly what I didn’t need in a mate.
And yet, I had hurriedly accepted my task from Ampetheia. Meet my match in a hotel—a building filled with sleeping quarters for traveling humans—and work to attract her. Fine. If I could get a mate out of this assignment, perhaps it would be worth the trouble. Doubtful, but perhaps.
I did my best not to scowl at the little beings running every which way and hurried to the box Ampetheia had called an ellah-vaddohr . There was nothing to tell me how to use the box, of course. Apparently, humans didn’t need instructions for the things. While I was not human, I was a Reithhar machinist. I could figure this machine out.
With one last glance at the scattered humans, I placed my hand over the metal panel with the small, round lights and let my Reithhkoneccs find the right parts and pieces to make the thing work. Ampetheia had said no powers on Earth, but that was almost impossible. My Reithhkoneccs, my sense of how small pieces were meant to work together, was not something I could turn off. I was a fixer and had been since my earliest days. Asking me to hold that back was akin to asking me not to protect myself during a battle. Ridiculous.
My Reithhkoneccs worked just as I had expected it to. Every tiny switch and wire pulled together under my guidance to move the box. The doors popped open before a single human seemed to notice me pressing my hand to the panel. Perfect.
The box smelled unpleasant and shook as if untethered to the building, but I entered it as directed. Ampetheia had given me a piece of paper with a shape on it
I swear the bed was leering at me, and the room was a fucking oven.
Okay, back to pacing. My head spun, my breath coming faster with every step. Why couldn’t I stop and relax? This was nothing—a dalliance. I hadn’t been honest with him, and he probably hadn’t been honest with me. Who could be in letter-form? We’d meet, exchange pleasantries, and then I could choose to stay or go. Done.
But my nerves… Maybe I should have hired an escort instead of writing a letter with all my deepest secrets and fears in it. Maybe I should have tried hitting up the bars and clubs to find a man, instead of relying on an agency to find me some sort of personalized Mr. Right. Not that I could afford an escort, though I might end up having to be one if I couldn’t figure out how to pay rent. There was always my landlord’s son. He’d been propositioning and catcalling me since the day I moved in. He might exchange sex for rent, which should probably be looked at as a real possibility considering where my life was at.
Shit, it really was hot in the room, and the thermostat was as broken as my future.
Plan A, I ended up homeless. Plan B, I got laid then ended up homeless. Either way, screwed.
A quick knock was the only warning I had before the door swung open. A man walked in, and I finally stopped pacing. In fact, I damn near froze in place. Holy shit. Plan B it was.
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Cutlass
The hotel teemed with people when I walked in. Humans in all their shapes and colors filled the meeting area and crowded the doorway. Just what I wanted. I grunted as I stalked through the chaos, scowling at the ones who dared to look my way.
Try to be nice. The humans scare easily.
Ampetheia’s words from when she gave me my match assignment picked at my memory. Be nice…how? Reithhar warriors were not built for nice. We were built to hunt and kill, to either break things or fix them. We were designed to survive the harshest of elements and the most dangerous of threats. Humans were small, weak, soft, and easily frightened. Exactly what I didn’t need in a mate.
And yet, I had hurriedly accepted my task from Ampetheia. Meet my match in a hotel—a building filled with sleeping quarters for traveling humans—and work to attract her. Fine. If I could get a mate out of this assignment, perhaps it would be worth the trouble. Doubtful, but perhaps.
I did my best not to scowl at the little beings running every which way and hurried to the box Ampetheia had called an ellah-vaddohr . There was nothing to tell me how to use the box, of course. Apparently, humans didn’t need instructions for the things. While I was not human, I was a Reithhar machinist. I could figure this machine out.
With one last glance at the scattered humans, I placed my hand over the metal panel with the small, round lights and let my Reithhkoneccs find the right parts and pieces to make the thing work. Ampetheia had said no powers on Earth, but that was almost impossible. My Reithhkoneccs, my sense of how small pieces were meant to work together, was not something I could turn off. I was a fixer and had been since my earliest days. Asking me to hold that back was akin to asking me not to protect myself during a battle. Ridiculous.
My Reithhkoneccs worked just as I had expected it to. Every tiny switch and wire pulled together under my guidance to move the box. The doors popped open before a single human seemed to notice me pressing my hand to the panel. Perfect.
The box smelled unpleasant and shook as if untethered to the building, but I entered it as directed. Ampetheia had given me a piece of paper with a shape on it
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