Alien Romance: Desired By The Alien Boss: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Rusneon Mates Book 2) by Ashley Hunter Page A
Authors: Ashley Hunter
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disbelief, or joy, or elation—were falling from her eyes to icy trails over her cheeks. Still her mind refused.
This is a trick. A joke. It can’t be him.
Where are you? Her thumbs typed out, shaking profusely.
Top of the building.
Andrea ran.
She ran until her lungs were aching with the chill and her limbs were on fire. Andrea ran until she nearly slipped on ice four times and her body nearly slammed into passersby on her way to the metro.
The ride to the downtown area was tense as she cried freely, yet she ignored the concerned expressions of other passengers and when she arrived at her stop, she was running once more. She ran until she was no longer running but merely putting one foot in front of the other trying to hurry as much as she could. Yet her wind came back when she felt her gloved hands find the door of her old work, found them open, and she rushed in.
The building was dark, way past closing time yet she rushed toward the elevators, feeling warm memories rush into her as she punched in the number of the highest level and the machine whirred to life and the blood rushed to her feet.
She was panting and swallowing thickly, her heart slamming into her ears until the elevator stopped. The doors parted, pushing in a drastically freezing gust of air inside. Andrea had never been to the top floor of the building and so she wasn’t expecting the elevator to stop on the very roof of the building.
She had imagined a space ship, something ridiculous, but instead she only saw a single figure on the other side of the roof, staring over the edge and watching the lights of the city below.
Andrea pushed into the stone, freezing with the cold chill and the sight of snow swirling around her like galaxies in motion.
She took a few steps closer, “Dom?”
The figure turned around and in the full blown Technicolor of the city lights below, she could see the familiar curve of his jaw, the unruly pull of his chestnut hair, the familiar shade of his violet eyes.
It’s him.
“Andrea,” he said and his voice was just as beautiful as the last time she had heard it.
Andrea sprinted toward him, throwing her arms around his figure and hoping above all else that this was real. When their bodies collided, she felt the air get knocked clean from her lungs in a desperate cry.
“ Dom!”
His arms were around her immediately, crushing her to his figure—impossibly warm for this weather—and digging his fingers into her hair and body.
Their embrace was deep and overdue and after crying, Andrea pulled away, reaching her hands to grasp his cheeks between her palms.
“You disappeared,” she sobbed.
“You just disappeared. You didn’t tell me anything… you just left. How could you do this to me?”
Dom gave her a sad smile, “Athena explained it then.”
“Only that you’re not from here? From a planet called Rusneon? That you’re an alien… is it true?”
After a moment he nodded.
“Yes. It’s all true.”
Andrea gasped, pulling away slightly. Sniffling, she glared at him.
“Explain.”
“I’m from a line of warriors, a word that cannot be translated or even uttered in your tongue,” Dom began, acquiescing easily enough.
“I was sent here several hundred years ago for the purpose of studying the growth of this planet… to see whether or not it was a threat. If it ever became so, my job was to ensure that it would never become a big enough threat. Yet… after I stayed here, I became transfixed by this planet, its simple beauty, its complex people, its conflicting nature that has continued to surprise and astound me for years…” He trailed off for a moment.
“I was scheduled to return to Rusneon two hundred years ago, yet I endured severe malfunctions of my craft and from my vehicles. I had to stay, try to fix the malfunctions with the aid of this planet’s science. Unfortunately, the technology here got nowhere near close enough to handle my systems until this very decade, and even then it
This is a trick. A joke. It can’t be him.
Where are you? Her thumbs typed out, shaking profusely.
Top of the building.
Andrea ran.
She ran until her lungs were aching with the chill and her limbs were on fire. Andrea ran until she nearly slipped on ice four times and her body nearly slammed into passersby on her way to the metro.
The ride to the downtown area was tense as she cried freely, yet she ignored the concerned expressions of other passengers and when she arrived at her stop, she was running once more. She ran until she was no longer running but merely putting one foot in front of the other trying to hurry as much as she could. Yet her wind came back when she felt her gloved hands find the door of her old work, found them open, and she rushed in.
The building was dark, way past closing time yet she rushed toward the elevators, feeling warm memories rush into her as she punched in the number of the highest level and the machine whirred to life and the blood rushed to her feet.
She was panting and swallowing thickly, her heart slamming into her ears until the elevator stopped. The doors parted, pushing in a drastically freezing gust of air inside. Andrea had never been to the top floor of the building and so she wasn’t expecting the elevator to stop on the very roof of the building.
She had imagined a space ship, something ridiculous, but instead she only saw a single figure on the other side of the roof, staring over the edge and watching the lights of the city below.
Andrea pushed into the stone, freezing with the cold chill and the sight of snow swirling around her like galaxies in motion.
She took a few steps closer, “Dom?”
The figure turned around and in the full blown Technicolor of the city lights below, she could see the familiar curve of his jaw, the unruly pull of his chestnut hair, the familiar shade of his violet eyes.
It’s him.
“Andrea,” he said and his voice was just as beautiful as the last time she had heard it.
Andrea sprinted toward him, throwing her arms around his figure and hoping above all else that this was real. When their bodies collided, she felt the air get knocked clean from her lungs in a desperate cry.
“ Dom!”
His arms were around her immediately, crushing her to his figure—impossibly warm for this weather—and digging his fingers into her hair and body.
Their embrace was deep and overdue and after crying, Andrea pulled away, reaching her hands to grasp his cheeks between her palms.
“You disappeared,” she sobbed.
“You just disappeared. You didn’t tell me anything… you just left. How could you do this to me?”
Dom gave her a sad smile, “Athena explained it then.”
“Only that you’re not from here? From a planet called Rusneon? That you’re an alien… is it true?”
After a moment he nodded.
“Yes. It’s all true.”
Andrea gasped, pulling away slightly. Sniffling, she glared at him.
“Explain.”
“I’m from a line of warriors, a word that cannot be translated or even uttered in your tongue,” Dom began, acquiescing easily enough.
“I was sent here several hundred years ago for the purpose of studying the growth of this planet… to see whether or not it was a threat. If it ever became so, my job was to ensure that it would never become a big enough threat. Yet… after I stayed here, I became transfixed by this planet, its simple beauty, its complex people, its conflicting nature that has continued to surprise and astound me for years…” He trailed off for a moment.
“I was scheduled to return to Rusneon two hundred years ago, yet I endured severe malfunctions of my craft and from my vehicles. I had to stay, try to fix the malfunctions with the aid of this planet’s science. Unfortunately, the technology here got nowhere near close enough to handle my systems until this very decade, and even then it
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