Alien Romance: Fall for a Cyborg (Sci-Fi Futuristic Alien Abduction Fantasy Space Warrior Romance) (Science Fiction Mystery Paranormal Urban Short Stories) by Emma Taylor
Authors: Emma Taylor
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noticeable. A bit like life, Anita shrewdly thought.
She glanced at her watch. It was almost half past seven, and the formalities were due to kick off. All of her table had arrived and were seated except for Brian, and she scanned across the room looking for him. Where on earth was he?
The lights began to lower and she swivelled her chair around so she was facing the stage to hear George’s speech. She had written it and knew every word of what he was about to say. She spotted Brian; he was seated three tables in front of her and gave her a short wave just as Anita felt someone slip into the seat behind her.
If Brian was out there, then who on earth..? Anita turned around to get a glimpse of her new dining partner. Her heart quickly sank, it was James Miller.
How on earth he had managed to switch the seating arrangements she had no idea, but she guessed he had done it purpose – just to irritate her. Well she wasn’t going to let him get under her skin!
Once the formalities were out of the way and the lights restored, Anita turned immediately to her left and engaged in conversation with John, her back turned slightly towards James. If he wanted to play games with her then so be it, she could play harder and faster than most.
As the hors d'oeuvres were being served Anita swivelled back in her seat to face the table. She could feel James looking at her and it made her feel uneasy, this was going to be harder than she had first thought. Now she had deliberately ignored him it would be almost impossible to make small talk, and his presence was a burning coal at her side.
One of the waiting staff passed the table and accidently brushed a linen serviette onto the floor. James immediately bent forward to pick it up.
“I believe this is yours Miss Jackson”, he said. His eyes twinkled with mischief; he was laughing at her. Anita looked away feeling her cheeks start to burn. “Thank you Mr Miller, that is so very kind of you”, she said, a trace of sarcasm revealing he inner thoughts.
James rubbed his chin and took a sip of his water before returning to face her, his eyes narrowing, searching her face, scrutinising.
“I don’t think you like me very much do you Miss Jackson?” Anita reached for her glass of wine. His frankness unnerved her, had thrown her off balance and she could feel her cool start to slip. Honesty was the best policy she guessed.
“Well Mr Miller I can’t say that I know you very well, but from what I have seen of you, then no, I’m afraid I don’t like you very much. I find you rude and arrogant,” she said. Anita drained her glass and picked up another bottle of white wine ready for a refill.
“Wine?” she offered casually.
“Not when I’m on duty.”
She hadn’t thought about him being on duty. He was dressed in black tie like the rest of the guests and it made him look even more handsome, his cropped dark hair and tanned skin showing off the whiteness of his shirt. He looked like James Bond, only better looking. Anita felt her stomach flip.
“Really?” she said. Anita raised an eyebrow wondering if he was making fun of her.
“Really, although I do hope I won’t be needed. You see there is an actual threat to security tonight, although I think we have it under control. We only heard about it yesterday and that’s why the meeting was so out of the blue.”
Anita shuddered at the thought and her heart started to race. She hadn’t given a serious thought about security, even after yesterday’s meeting. She had been too caught up in ensuring the event was a success to think about anything else.
“I tried to apologise yesterday, after the meeting. I’m used to giving orders and people jumping to my command, so you will have to excuse my brusque methods of communication. I have to make tough decisions in my job and I’m afraid this time that included cancelling the fireworks display.”
His tone was much softer now, much gentler, and although he was still mocking her it
She glanced at her watch. It was almost half past seven, and the formalities were due to kick off. All of her table had arrived and were seated except for Brian, and she scanned across the room looking for him. Where on earth was he?
The lights began to lower and she swivelled her chair around so she was facing the stage to hear George’s speech. She had written it and knew every word of what he was about to say. She spotted Brian; he was seated three tables in front of her and gave her a short wave just as Anita felt someone slip into the seat behind her.
If Brian was out there, then who on earth..? Anita turned around to get a glimpse of her new dining partner. Her heart quickly sank, it was James Miller.
How on earth he had managed to switch the seating arrangements she had no idea, but she guessed he had done it purpose – just to irritate her. Well she wasn’t going to let him get under her skin!
Once the formalities were out of the way and the lights restored, Anita turned immediately to her left and engaged in conversation with John, her back turned slightly towards James. If he wanted to play games with her then so be it, she could play harder and faster than most.
As the hors d'oeuvres were being served Anita swivelled back in her seat to face the table. She could feel James looking at her and it made her feel uneasy, this was going to be harder than she had first thought. Now she had deliberately ignored him it would be almost impossible to make small talk, and his presence was a burning coal at her side.
One of the waiting staff passed the table and accidently brushed a linen serviette onto the floor. James immediately bent forward to pick it up.
“I believe this is yours Miss Jackson”, he said. His eyes twinkled with mischief; he was laughing at her. Anita looked away feeling her cheeks start to burn. “Thank you Mr Miller, that is so very kind of you”, she said, a trace of sarcasm revealing he inner thoughts.
James rubbed his chin and took a sip of his water before returning to face her, his eyes narrowing, searching her face, scrutinising.
“I don’t think you like me very much do you Miss Jackson?” Anita reached for her glass of wine. His frankness unnerved her, had thrown her off balance and she could feel her cool start to slip. Honesty was the best policy she guessed.
“Well Mr Miller I can’t say that I know you very well, but from what I have seen of you, then no, I’m afraid I don’t like you very much. I find you rude and arrogant,” she said. Anita drained her glass and picked up another bottle of white wine ready for a refill.
“Wine?” she offered casually.
“Not when I’m on duty.”
She hadn’t thought about him being on duty. He was dressed in black tie like the rest of the guests and it made him look even more handsome, his cropped dark hair and tanned skin showing off the whiteness of his shirt. He looked like James Bond, only better looking. Anita felt her stomach flip.
“Really?” she said. Anita raised an eyebrow wondering if he was making fun of her.
“Really, although I do hope I won’t be needed. You see there is an actual threat to security tonight, although I think we have it under control. We only heard about it yesterday and that’s why the meeting was so out of the blue.”
Anita shuddered at the thought and her heart started to race. She hadn’t given a serious thought about security, even after yesterday’s meeting. She had been too caught up in ensuring the event was a success to think about anything else.
“I tried to apologise yesterday, after the meeting. I’m used to giving orders and people jumping to my command, so you will have to excuse my brusque methods of communication. I have to make tough decisions in my job and I’m afraid this time that included cancelling the fireworks display.”
His tone was much softer now, much gentler, and although he was still mocking her it
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