Wanted: Handsome Alien Abductor by Myra Nour Page B

considering his origins.
    "The men date me and after...about ten dates, I may sleep with them."
    "So, the men court you.” Ryja looked thoughtful.
    She smiled at such a quaint way of putting it. No telling what movie he'd watched to pick that up.
    "Wait, why ten dates?"
    "No particular reason, just kind of my standard. I figure if a man hangs around that long he's interested in me, not just sex."
    Ryja nodded. “And the choice about whether you sleep with them or not?"
    "Depends on if I like them well enough."
    "You should know that by ten dates."
    She grinned. Now he was getting it.
    "So what consists of a date?” Ryja stood up and faced her.
    "You know,” she waved a hand. “Dinner, a movie, dancing."
    "That's it.” He looked surprised.
    "No,” she had to chuckle. “Many things can comprise dates. A girl likes to be surprised.” She walked by him, headed for the bathroom. “Call it research."
    "Wait,” he stopped her with his word. “What about today? We had dinner and
    watched a movie."
    "That's right.” She turned back, “I'll count that as one date. A date a day is the way I look at it.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “As a matter of fact our adventures could have counted as a date if it wasn't on the same day.” He didn't look too pleased by her teasing.
    After she got ready for bed, Amber realized all she had to sleep in was the t-shirt. When she came out of the bathroom, Ryja stared at her, his jaw clenched tight. She knew she was testing his limits.
    "Can you behave if we sleep together, or do you need to show me the guest quarters?"
    "I'm a gentleman,” he threw over his shoulder as he walked toward the bathroom.
    She knew he meant it, but he didn't look very gentlemanly.
    Amber confused him. He stared into the dark. She was asleep, her soft breathing soothing to him for some reason. Yesterday she'd been magnificent. Her sensual nature was hot and she'd freely given her response.
    Today had been fun and interesting. The Jurassic period was fascinating to watch
    and would make a good addition to the Galactic Library. Sharing it with Amber had made
    it special. She had a bright mind and their conversations were stimulating.
    Lunch and dinner had been enjoyable as well. With their mutual love of history, they had not run out of topics to discuss. He smiled as he thought about Amber's sense of humor. Another notch that edged her toward being the perfect partner during his stay here.
    But then, tonight, she'd put a halt to their sexual journey. Ryja thought about her
    date requirements. It was not something people back on Arrak worried about. If you met someone compatible, you moved forward in all aspects, including sex. During his studies of Earth, he realized many women of this planet were hesitant about falling into a sexual relationship when they first met a man. Perhaps it was the fault of the men and the way they treated their partner.
    When Xartor III chose Amber, he didn't think this would be an issue. Now he realized, only because Amber thought he was a dream, did she make love with a stranger with complete abandonment.
    She was so achingly beautiful he couldn't imagine sending her back. Add to that their shared love of history, her intelligence and sense of humor—she was his perfect match except for the “no sex” requirement.
    Ryja sighed, resigned. He was simply going to have to woo her. Maybe taking a break from his time jumping wouldn't be so bad. It'd been years since he'd gone on vacation. Truthfully, he considered jumping into history to be a vacation.
    His memories of all the lovelies he'd partnered with through the years flitted through his mind. There had been one occasion where “no sex” for a particular reason had come up too. He'd forgotten that. He'd been on Ossibara and a beautiful green skinned Wooztis maid had required extra attention before she'd partake in love making. It wasn't her own standard though. The Wooztis people loved to dance, and it was woven throughout