Maya looked at him strangely. "Ai, you must be alien to be so ignorant. I am human, or earthling, if you prefer, but my people are called Hispanic, or Latina. We tend to have dark hair"-she pointed to her halo of curls-"and tanned skin. Don't tell me everyone on your planet is blue like you?" And she wondered if the blue extended to all his body parts. "No, we have different shades depending on the purity of the bloodline and the occasional other color depending on the mixing of alien genes." Maya shook her head at the remark that skirted the edge of racism. "I'm not even going to touch that one," she said, shaking her head. "Now, it's time you explained exactly what you're doing here. And you'd better tell the truth, or I'll call the military police myself. You said something about marrying some human girl?" Actually Maya wouldn't turn him in. Somewhere between the hotel where she worked and her home, she'd begun to believe his strange tale-kind of hard not to when his eye
"You'd help me?" Lex sat up straighter. "Yeah, I guess I will. First, though, I need some dry clothes then some sleep," she said, hiding a yawn behind a hand. "I worked all night. So let me grab a couple of hours' sleep, and I'll help you find this Amanda person." "Thank you," he said, standing when she did. Her cheeks blossomed with color, and Lex had to fight an urge to cup her face and kiss her 'til that bloom spread all over her body. Taking a deep breath to dispel his thoughts, he caught an acrid whiff. Sniffing, he realized the smell came from him. "Do you have cleansing facilities that I might dispel the aroma of that pool?" he asked with clear disgust. It still appalled him how they squandered water. "Sure. Just go through that door," she said, pointing with a finger and stifling another yawn. Lex, who had no modesty, began stripping as he walked, grinning at her squeak behind him. He could hope only that his intended reacted the same way at the
Maya didn't even think. She heard him yell and bolted into her bathroom. Upon seeing him, she stopped dead-well, motion-wise, that is. Her body was anything but dead, flushing from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and soaking her panties, barely covered by the T-shirt she'd changed into. The reason stood in front of her-six feet plus inches of naked, eminently lickable blue skin and muscles that had to be illegal. Narrowed violet eyes glared at her. "Your bathing cubicle shoots water!" Spoken in clear accusation. "It's how we wash ourselves," she said, stifling a giggle while trying to keep her eyes above his waist, but curiosity, like gravity, drew them down. ÁDios m'o, he's hung like a god! Too fascinated by the sight of his large blue cock, she couldn't look away. Hell, she didn't even blush, but desire roared through her, and she licked her lips, wishing she could lick something else. As if he read her mind-or his shaft did-it lifted in greeting
Lex, breathing heavily and painfully aroused-again-watched her answer a communication device. Had they not been interrupted, he would have taken her like a rutting beast against the wall. He still wanted to, and judging by her flushed cheeks and the nipples that jutted prominently through the cloth of her shirt, so did she. Raking his hand through his hair, he turned back to the cubicle and stepped back in. He needed to find his famous discipline and control. With no other choice, he swallowed his shock over the earthlings' use of water for cleansing and turned the metal knobs, this time expecting the frigid liquid that hit his fevered body. The coldness of the water cleansed his body and helped ease his tumultuous erection, but it did nothing for his turbulent thoughts. How can I want Maya when I am promised to another? He needed to find his mate quickly before he did something foolish-like take Maya as my mate instead. A treacherous thought that did not appall him as it s
"Sir, we've found something." General Beckworth strode across the concrete deck to the edge of the pool, where a scuba diver clung to the side and held up a tiny object. "What is it?" he asked squatting down to squint at the blob the diver held out in a gloved hand. "Possible electronic device, sir." "Can we tell who designed it?" The real question-was it of human or alien origin? "We'll have to get it back to the lab to take it apart, sir." "Do it." Immediately the evidence was bagged, tagged, and taken away for a prompt analysis. The military, unlike other legal agencies, had the means and resources for immediate action in these types of matters. The general surveyed the milling personnel who flocked all over the outdoor swimming area for the hotel the dogs had led them to. Inside, even more staff had the daunting task of questioning all the hotel's guests and employees, so far to no avail. No one had seen or heard anything-yet. Wands
Maya woke to hardness-throbbing, decadent, moisture-pooling hardness. ÁDios m'o! She lay sprawled across the alien's chest like some plump, slutty blanket, and instead of jumping off like a good little girl, she snuggled closer. In her twenty-six years, she'd only rarely slept with men. Her work hours made it hard to date, and her plump size, while garnering male attention, always seemed to be of the temporary kind. Maya preferred the men in the books she read, strong men who took a woman and cherished her forever. Would Lex be that type of man? From what she'd experienced, he'd be a giving lover, a thought that made her flush. Either way, it didn't matter. He hadn't come to Earth for her. Sighing, she made to move away, but thick arms wrapped around her like steel cord, and a husky voice said, "Stay." Her heart fluttered, and the throbbing between her legs intensified, naughtily so. "I shouldn't." But oh how she wanted to, and honestly, she couldn't really thi
Lex watched with hooded eyes as Maya covered her delectable curves, her face expressionless, even as her slamming of drawers indicated ire. Didn't she enjoy my touch? Actually, he knew she had. The taste of her-ambrosia, for sure-still lingered on his tongue. Why her displeasure then? Fabric came flying at him and hit him in the face, along with a terse, "Get dressed." Confused by the earthling's reaction, and even more by his-I want her back in bed, naked-he dressed in the odd clothing she'd given him. The shirt, with short sleeves, stretched tight across his shoulders and featured a faded picture of a rainbow. A pair of short pants that left his legs bare completed the makeshift outfit, and thus attired, he went looking for her out in her main living area. He found her in the food preparation area banging around, and he approached tentatively and slowly like one would with a ready-to-bolt Jelaxian mount. "May I inquire as to your apparent anger?"
The streets crawled with military Jeeps and personnel. Maya, entering the thrift shop where she did most of her shopping, greeted the owner, whom she knew well. "What's up with the soldiers?" she asked, glancing out the front window. "Aliens," said a gleeful Marco. "The military isn't saying, of course, but my cousin whose sister is married to the brother of the assistant to the base commander says they tracked the alien to town." Maya didn't try to follow the convoluted family connection the news came from, but the chill from his words, though, made her ask, "Do they know where he is?" "Nah, the dogs lost his trail apparently. They haven't started a door-to-door search, but it's coming." "Would you turn an alien over if you found one?" Maya asked casually as she browsed through the bins. "Never. Knowing what the military would probably do, that would just be asking for an intergalactic war." Maya smiled. She remembered many a night by the glow