Alien Romance: Star Light Pilot (Sci-Fi Alien Invasion Abduction Fantasy Warrior Hero Space Opera Romance) (Science Fiction Mystery Dragon Shifter Paranormal Urban Short Stories) by Emma Taylor
Authors: Emma Taylor
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have taught me to not mix work with pleasure. I appreciate your support.” Donna smiled a natural, warm smile, which not everybody got to see. I always felt honored by it.
“Not a problem. I will always do what I can. Before you ask, yes I am taking a taxi home.” I laughed. She was right, I had been about to ask. I did not like her walking home after dark. Spring was not that far along yet so it was still getting dark earlier. Not that the neighborhood was that bad, it was just you never knew in this city. We said our goodbyes and she left. I went into the living room and watched out the window to see her wave a cab over. Just as it pulled up she turned and waved at me with an obvious laugh. Caught, I thought with a smile. I went and got a last glass of wine. It was not like she did not know I was a worrier.
I channel surfed the television until news came on. There was not much new. Donna complained I never kept up with the news, but I found it depressing. The cast of characters may change, the basic news never did, and it was usually bad. There had been a questionable flight out of JFK and they showed a shot of it circling to land. The shot of the city was beautiful and standing out to me was the tower with trees on the roof. Max Steele's building.
Now that I was alone and relaxing I allowed myself to ponder the billionaire a little more. He was handsome sure enough. From the way his clothes hung on him I could tell he was muscular and fit. It was confusing why a guy like him would show interest in a small business owner like me. A man like that had his pick of any beautiful woman in the world. Then again Axel might be more my fit. He did not seem so upper crust. After pondering it and sipping my wine I came to the conclusion they were just nice upstanding members of the community. Otherwise it made no sense, particularly Max. Part of me wished it did make sense though. There was something in his eyes that had made my stomach flutter and my heart miss a beat. Then again, Axel was the sort of man who got that sort of reaction from me too. It had been a long time since I had felt that. Even then it had not been so strong.
“Forget about it Victoria,” I told myself firmly. “Ultimately they have better things to do and so do you!” I finished my wine and decided it was time to go to bed. I shut off the lights and went into my bedroom. I took my clothes off and as I went to put them in the hamper I remembered something Donna had said about my tendencies to be OCD.
“Once a day do something to sabotage yourself. Nothing big, but in little ways. Shake yourself up.” I giggled to myself and tossed the clothes in the corner. Away from the hamper. Take that neat freak. I laughed softly as I put on my white tank top and shorts, then crawled into bed. It did not take long before I was asleep.
I had a dream I was in Central Park along the pond. I was sitting on a white blanket and was startled I was in a white teddy with net stockings and a garter. It was very revealing and for some reason it did not seem strange. Nor did it seem strange that Max Steele and his friend Axel were on the blanket with me. They was wearing silk boxers and nothing else. Their muscular chests were, to me, breathtaking. Axel was a little leaner but no less enticing. Max offered a crystal flute of champagne and Axel fed me a designer chocolate. As I swallowed the marvelous confection Axel touched my cheek, staring into my eyes. Such a powerful man with so much tenderness caused a warmth deep inside that made me flush. His hand moved down my neck to my shoulder and began slipping the shoulder strap of my top down. Then there was an alarm that made me jerk and suddenly I was sitting up in bed. The warmth inside me remained until I looked at my clock and realized the alarm was fifteen minutes early. It was not my alarm. It was the alarm for my shop!
***
I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall. The blaring sound of the alarm was getting louder.
“Not a problem. I will always do what I can. Before you ask, yes I am taking a taxi home.” I laughed. She was right, I had been about to ask. I did not like her walking home after dark. Spring was not that far along yet so it was still getting dark earlier. Not that the neighborhood was that bad, it was just you never knew in this city. We said our goodbyes and she left. I went into the living room and watched out the window to see her wave a cab over. Just as it pulled up she turned and waved at me with an obvious laugh. Caught, I thought with a smile. I went and got a last glass of wine. It was not like she did not know I was a worrier.
I channel surfed the television until news came on. There was not much new. Donna complained I never kept up with the news, but I found it depressing. The cast of characters may change, the basic news never did, and it was usually bad. There had been a questionable flight out of JFK and they showed a shot of it circling to land. The shot of the city was beautiful and standing out to me was the tower with trees on the roof. Max Steele's building.
Now that I was alone and relaxing I allowed myself to ponder the billionaire a little more. He was handsome sure enough. From the way his clothes hung on him I could tell he was muscular and fit. It was confusing why a guy like him would show interest in a small business owner like me. A man like that had his pick of any beautiful woman in the world. Then again Axel might be more my fit. He did not seem so upper crust. After pondering it and sipping my wine I came to the conclusion they were just nice upstanding members of the community. Otherwise it made no sense, particularly Max. Part of me wished it did make sense though. There was something in his eyes that had made my stomach flutter and my heart miss a beat. Then again, Axel was the sort of man who got that sort of reaction from me too. It had been a long time since I had felt that. Even then it had not been so strong.
“Forget about it Victoria,” I told myself firmly. “Ultimately they have better things to do and so do you!” I finished my wine and decided it was time to go to bed. I shut off the lights and went into my bedroom. I took my clothes off and as I went to put them in the hamper I remembered something Donna had said about my tendencies to be OCD.
“Once a day do something to sabotage yourself. Nothing big, but in little ways. Shake yourself up.” I giggled to myself and tossed the clothes in the corner. Away from the hamper. Take that neat freak. I laughed softly as I put on my white tank top and shorts, then crawled into bed. It did not take long before I was asleep.
I had a dream I was in Central Park along the pond. I was sitting on a white blanket and was startled I was in a white teddy with net stockings and a garter. It was very revealing and for some reason it did not seem strange. Nor did it seem strange that Max Steele and his friend Axel were on the blanket with me. They was wearing silk boxers and nothing else. Their muscular chests were, to me, breathtaking. Axel was a little leaner but no less enticing. Max offered a crystal flute of champagne and Axel fed me a designer chocolate. As I swallowed the marvelous confection Axel touched my cheek, staring into my eyes. Such a powerful man with so much tenderness caused a warmth deep inside that made me flush. His hand moved down my neck to my shoulder and began slipping the shoulder strap of my top down. Then there was an alarm that made me jerk and suddenly I was sitting up in bed. The warmth inside me remained until I looked at my clock and realized the alarm was fifteen minutes early. It was not my alarm. It was the alarm for my shop!
***
I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall. The blaring sound of the alarm was getting louder.
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