Alien Romance: Snatched By The Alien: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 3) (2 page)

“That’s rich coming from you!” the sylph huffed.  “I’ve seen boulders that move more than you.”

Tamas yawned and stretched his muscled arms.  “When you have a body like mine, you don’t have to move around that much.  All the good things come to you.”

“Quite a few bad things, too,” Pero countered.  “We’ve been monitoring this planet for nine days now, why don’t you just admit you won’t find what you’re looking for here and we can head back.  It really is no big deal.”

“What?” exclaimed Tamas, “and give Kordo the chance to gloat over my defeat?  No way.  When I return to Prism Star, it will be with my one true love mate.  Think how jealous he and the rest of those toadies will be when I return triumphant.”

“I hope your chosen female is equally ecstatic,” Pero replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.  “I’m sure the lucky girl has always dreamed of being snatched from her home world and taken off into deep space, never to see her friends or family again.”

Tamas got to his feet and ambled over to check his reflection in the nearby-mirrored wall. 

Unlike the small and artificially created Pero, he was fully humanoid with a strong, toned body that was well over six foot tall.  His face was sharply contoured and elegantly handsome with high cut glass cheekbones and dreamy hazel eyes. 

His scrub of dark blond hair was carefully gelled, and an earring of glittering jade hung from his left ear.  He wore a tight fitting tunic of dark blue material and slender leggings that showed off the sculpted perfection of his body.  He stood scrutinizing his appearance and striking poses.

“She won’t be able to resist me,” he said with confidence.  “She won’t give a single thought to her old life once I offer myself to her.”

“Your humility is truly an inspiration to us all, my prince,” Pero drawled.

“You’re just jealous that I have been graced with such stunning looks and physical perfection,” Tamos retorted jovially.  “Who’d be interested in a small-dicked AI form when I’m around?”

“You seem to forget that I can take any form I wish,” Pero replied, “and whatever size I wish to be.  I could easily outmatch you if I wanted.  Maybe she will fall for me instead of you?”

“You also forget my friend that I have natural charm and charisma and undeniable sex appeal.  I will make her so wet, she’ll have to wring out her panties for the next century.”

“How romantic,” Pero said flatly.  “There’s truly no way I can compete with that.”

“Don’t take it too hard, my friend.  You can’t compete with god-like splendour,” Tamas replied.  He checked himself out for a few moments more before bounding across the room and vaulting over the back of the couch.  He landed onto it and slipped into a lying down position seamlessly. 

“I suppose it is all academic anyway,” Pero said as he flitted over to join him.  “You’re not going to find anyone before Prism Star warps out of this universe.  To be honest, I think we should go back now.  I don’t like being away for so long, who knows what mischief Kordo will get up to when our backs are turned?”

“Shut up,” Tamas said gruffly.

“Well, there’s no need to be rude.  I was only making an observation,” the sylph said in a miffed voice.

“Shut up,” Tamas repeated, staring intently at one of the screens.  “I’ve found her.”

“Found who?”

“Hush!” Tamas hissed.  He was engrossed in the blog post he had found that had randomly been suggested by the ship’s computer.  It was from an astronomy site and was about the Travis Conundrum, the name the Earth media had labelled Prism Star.  The article discussed what the Conundrum could possibly be, and he was impressed by the logical outline and wry humour displayed in the writing. 

There was also a picture of the writer and the owner of the blog site, and Tamas’ heart pounded faster as he gazed at the beautiful, blonde haired girl with her cute smile and bright blue eyes.  This was the one he was looking for.  She was his destined love mate.  He felt it in every cell of his body.

“There,” he said in triumph pointing to the picture.  “She is the one.”

Pero pushed him aside and looked at the screen.  “Her?” he said in an incredulous voice.

“Yes, her,” Tamas said defensively.  “What’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem,” Pero replied.  “She just looks a bit too wholesome than what you usually go for, that’s all.”

“What I usually go for doesn’t excite me anymore,” Tamas said, “why else do you think we came here?  No, she is the one I’m sure of it.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” Pero said, an undertone of uncertainty in his voice. 

“Yes, I’m sure,” Tamas said sternly.  “I want her now.  Hack into mainframe and find her name and location.  We’re going after her at once.”

“Your word is my command, my prince,” Pero replied.  “I love it when you’re assertive.”

Tamas grinned and looked back at the picture of the female human of his dreams.  She would be his and he would return to Prism Star in glory.  This was the happiest moment in his life.

Chapter 3: Culture Clash

The next day was Friday, when Jayden had his interview.  All through her shift, Joanne checked her phone to see if she’d had a message from him and when nothing came, she messaged and called him several times with no response. 

The blanket of silence put her in a bad mood and when she knocked off at the diner, she left him an angry voicemail telling him to call her straight away.

This was just typical of him, she grumbled to herself.  He had absolutely no consideration for others.  She was still stewing when she went to the bus stop to head into town.

As it was the weekend, it was time for her to start her other job working behind the bar at a nightclub.  Between that and her shifts at the diner, she had no social life whatsoever, but it was the only way to pay the bills and keep her afloat, especially as she was keeping Jayden afloat as well.

“Jayden, when you get this pick up!” she said in a snarky tone to his voicemail for what seemed like the billionth time.  “I need to know what happened today!”

She shoved the phone into her handbag and huffed to herself.  She knew he’d mess things up, he always did.  Every opportunity he was offered, he just threw away, upsetting a load of people in the process.  She’d kick him out of the apartment if it weren’t for the fact that he literally had nowhere else to go. 

They might have split up twelve months ago but a part of her just couldn’t turn her back on him completely.  She didn’t love him anymore, but she couldn’t bring herself to not care about him just yet.

Speaking of the Devil, he suddenly appeared on the sidewalk and ambled towards her.  The brand new suit she’d bought him for his interview was rumpled and stained, and he had a can of beer in one hand.  The stupefied look on his face told her it wasn’t his first drink of the day.

“Hey babe!” he called out drunkenly.  “How are ya?”

The other people in the bus queue shot her covert glances and subtly shuffled away.  Joanne cringed with embarrassment.  She marched towards him, not bothering to hide her anger.

“Jayden!” she snapped.  “I’ve been calling you all day!  Where the hell have you been?”

“Baby,” Jayden crooned, giving her an idiotic grin.  His beery breath washed over her like a tidal wave.  “I knew you still cared about me!  We got a magic babe, you know, a connection.  It’s all written in the stars!”

He lurched forward, dropping the beer can on the ground to give her a hug and she pushed him sharply away.  “What are you going on about?  How did the interview go?”

A startled look crossed his face for just a moment followed by a crafty smile.  “Oh that, er, yeah, I aced it.  They totally loved me.  You love me too, don’t ya?”

A mantle of ice settled over her.  “You didn’t go, did you?” she said in an ashen voice.

He came closer to her, pawing her arms like an over affectionate puppy.  “Hey, it’s doesn’t matter, bae.  That job was no good to me.  It’s just a waste of my talent.”

“That job was a steady wage coming in,” Joanne said, her voice brittle with emotion.  “Do you know how many strings Larry pulled to get you in to see the manager, and you didn’t even bother to turn up!  You’ve gone too far this time!”

“Don’t be like that, bae,” Jayden wheedled.  “I’m too good for that job.  Hey, guess what, I ran into Tadd today.  He’s talking about getting the band back together.  Ain’t that awesome?  It’ll be like the old days again. We could get a record deal!  Ain’t that amazing?”

“The band fizzled out in high school, Jayden,” Joanne said coldly.  “It’s never coming back.  Just face it.  You’re not going to make it in the music business.  You’ve got to focus your life somewhere else.”

A hurt look flared in his eyes and Joanne felt a pang of guilt.  She hated being so brutally honest, but it needed to be said. 

Jayden had some talent as a singer it was true, but he had frittered his potential away a long time ago and the constant partying and drugs were eroding away his looks.  He had to get himself straightened out if he ever wanted to have a shot at a half way decent life.

“You’re just jealous!” he retorted belligerently.  “You’ve always hated that I had talent and all the girls wanted me.  It drove you crazy!”  He squeezed her arms tighter, making her grimace with pain.  She hated when he got her like this.

“Let go, you’re hurting me!” she snapped.  “Just go home and get a shower and go to bed.  You need to sleep it off.  Then we need to have a serious talk. I think you should really consider going and finding someplace else to live.”

He scowled at her.  “You’re throwing me out?”

She heard the bus rumble up behind her and turned to see it pull up at the stop.  “Jayden, there’s my bus.  We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

She tried to pull away from him but he suddenly grabbed her arm again.  “You can’t kick me out!” Jayden whined.  “What we’ve got is too special to throw away!”

Joanne sighed heavily, wishing she’d just kept her mouth shut.  “Jayden, we broke up a year ago.  We’re never going to get back together.  I let you stay at my place so you could sort yourself and get back on your feet again.  It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement.  Now let me go, I’m gonna miss my ride!”

Over at the bus stop, the last few people who had waited in line were now boarding.  Panic shot through Joanne and she hurried to try and catch it.  Jayden was still holding her and yanked her back to him sharply.

“No!  I’m not losing you!  We’re meant to be together!  It’s fate!” Jayden yelled at the top of his voice.  He could be so dramatic at times.

The automatic doors of the buss hissed closed and its idling engine roared into life.  Joanne struggled desperately to get free of Jayden.  “Wait up!” she called out to the vehicle.  “I need to get on!”

The driver either didn’t see her or didn’t want to get involved in a domestic argument that could knock out his schedule because he carried on without stopping and was soon down the street and out of sight.  Joanne gritted her teeth in frustration.

“Now look what you did, you useless jerk!” she shouted.  “I missed my bus and now I’m going to be late!  Thanks to you I’ll get my wages docked or worse I’ll be fired.  Jayden, you’re hopeless!”

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Jayden said in a hurt tone.  “Forget about your crummy job.  Let’s go out and have some fun!  It’ll be just like the old days again!  You were much happier back then.”

“I was a lot more stupid back then,” Joanne muttered, “and too trusting.  Now let me go I gotta phone work and tell them I’ll be late.”

She managed to pull away from him again and fumbled in her handbag for her phone.  Without warning, he grabbed her again, making her drop her handbag on the sidewalk.

“Jayden!  What do you think you’re doing?”

“Come home with me!” he urged, pressing his body against her.  She could feel the swell of his erection against her dress.

“We can sort things out.  We can be so good together.  You’re all that matters to me, come back to me and I promise I’ll get a job.  Everything will be good again, I swear.”

“It’s too late, Jayden,” Joanne said bleakly.  “I don’t love you any more.”

“You can’t mean that!” he exclaimed.  “You can’t just dump me like that!  I deserve better!”

“Is this man bothering you, Miss?” a man’s voice, deep and powerful, spoke up from behind her, so close it made her jump. 

She snapped her head round and her heart leapt into her mouth as she looked straight into the eyes of one of the attractive men she’d ever seen in her life.

“Miss?” the man asked again, when she didn’t answer.  “Are you okay?”

Joanne was still absorbed with staring at this Adonis who had appeared out of nowhere.  He was tall, taller than Jayden, with gorgeously tanned skin and strong, perfectly chiselled features.  His hazel eyes danced with a sultry light that made her pulse race.

“Hey man, beat it!” Jayden snapped, glaring at the stranger.  “This has nothing to do with you!”

“We’ll let the lady decide that,” the man said smoothly.  “She looks uncomfortable.  I suggest you stop bothering her and go home.”

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” Jayden snarled.  He let go of Joanne and strutted up to the man.  “Why don’t you just walk on by, huh?  This is between me and my girlfriend.”

“I’m not your girlfriend!” Joanne snapped, coming out of her stupor.  “Just go home Jayden.  I’ll talk to you later.”

“What?  No way!” exclaimed Jayden.  He reached out and grabbed her arm.  “You’re coming home with me!”

In a blur of movement, the man struck out with his hand and grabbed Jayden by the scruff of his neck.  Jayden yelped in pain and let Joanne go.  Flexing his arm, the man almost lifted Jayden off his feet.

“I suggest you go home,” he said in a voice of velvet menace.  Its cadence sent a shudder down Joanne’s spine.

Jayden stared in open fright.  He shot Joanne a helpless look but she pointedly ignored him.  The last thing she wanted was to go back to the apartment with him. 

If she was lucky, she might be able to grab a cab and get to work, even though it would wipe out what little money she had in her account.