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more.” He slapped her bare ass, warming
her cooling skin. He liked the sound, so he slapped her ass again, grinning as
he strode in the direction of his Earth domicile.

Chapter Two
     
    Danielle opened her eyes, blinking up at the white tiled
ceiling, and a silly smile curved her lips. What a night. She sprawled
out on the king-size mattress, completely naked except for the boots on her
feet and the dog tags around her neck. Alien loving is definitely something
I can get used to.
    She reached out her arm and grabbed white cotton sheets. Where’d
he go? She sat up, the room spinning slightly around her. Thick, sticky
liquid bathed her upper thighs, and she grimaced. She needed a shower.
    And Christ, she was sore. She swung her bruised and battered
legs over the side of the black four-poster bed, her boots thumping against the
hardwood floor. She ached all over, the pain centered on her ass, breasts and
pussy.
    As she moved, only her labored breathing broke the eerie
silence. Where am I? Danielle glanced around her. The monochrome bedroom
was sparingly furnished and devoid of bright color except for the distinctive
stained trucker’s cap hanging on the door.
    No. It can’t be his. She squeezed her eyes closed,
counted to five and looked again. The damning evidence remained. “Alien, my
ass.” She clenched her hands into fists, converting the pain of betrayal into a
more manageable rage.
    I hope you had fun, Frank, because I’ll be the last woman
you ever abuse. Danielle staggered to her feet. Her police badge had been
placed on the nightstand beside the bed. She grasped it, the cool metal
solidifying her resolve
    Danielle scowled at the dominatrix-styled garment neatly
folded underneath her badge. In your dreams, manwhore. She skimmed the
soft black leather with her fingertips before grabbing the
black-and-white-checkered lumberjack shirt hanging on the bedpost. It reached
mid-thigh, the fabric adequately covering her bare ass, and it smelled of Krol,
his unique scent clinging to the flannel.
    Get a grip, Officer Danielle. She doused her building
arousal and ignored her gut. He drugged you and who knows how many other
unsuspecting women. The only thought you should be having is how to nail the scumbag.
    To do that, you need to obtain evidence, and obtain it
quickly, before he returns. Danielle opened drawers filled with pristine
clothing. Every flannel shirt and pair of perfectly worn jeans had been folded
into a flat, tight rectangle. She didn’t find any socks or underwear.
    Danielle moved to the massive bed. She ran her hands under
the mattress and felt nothing. There wasn’t anything under the bed either, not
a single dust bunny on the gleaming, scratch-free floor.
    She searched through an immaculate closet filled with more
flannel shirts and more jeans. Danielle knocked on undecorated walls and
stomped on floorboards, the noise hollow and empty.
    Frank must have drugged me with hallucinogens. She
scanned the room. Where did he stash them?
    Danielle lifted her gaze to the ceiling. What is that? She positioned a chair under the black box and climbed up to have a look. Oh
hell no. Her stomach dropped. It was a camera with its lens facing the bed,
the bed she’d been naked in, the bed he’d…
    Danielle pressed her lips together and blinked back tears. Obtain
evidence, Officer. She frantically felt around the camera. There were no
wires or any other indication of where the recording device might be.
    She leaned forward to peer behind the camera, teetering on
the edge of the chair. To steady herself, she pushed against a ceiling tile. It
didn’t move. What the? She slid the tile to the side and a bag fell with
a thud to the floor. Jackpot. Danielle hopped down and opened the black
canvas bag.
    Gotcha. Displayed before her was enough high-tech
weaponry to put Frank away for a very long time. She picked up the same gun
she’d used last night. She didn’t recognize any of the other makes or models.
    Space guns , her