Saved by Sweet Alien Box Set (37 page)

That stranger caught my eyes the moment he walked in.

He was hot.

Too hot to be real.

His dark blue eyes were a total mystery, his rough lips too alluring.

His chiseled chin could cut through glass.

The power of his broad frame worried me: would it be unbearable
when he was crashing down on my slim body?

Oops.  I can’t believe I turned myself on so quickly. Bad
girl.

But hey, seeing a guy this hot was like winning a lottery.  If
any girl said she was not impressed, she’d be
lying
.

I blushed the moment he looked at me.

Oh, well, maybe he was looking at someone else.

Men
loved
huge breasts, didn’t they?

My little b-cups were light-years away from their horny radar. 

I knew it because I always lost the head turning game to
those two hot girls, Megan and Joan.

Every single time.

Megan won each time by pushing her giant C-cups so far up
they practically touched her chin.

Joan claimed victory the moment a sticky ‘hi’ escaped from
her sexy lips.

Now they went to seize their prey again.

I knew I lost him.

I knew they would have a story for tomorrow morning on how rough
or limp that cock was and how hard they’d screamed and for how long.

For sure, Megan would show off the blue marks all over her
inner thighs.

Joan might complain about her swollen lips and deep bites on
her shoulders.

And they would call that ‘great team work’.

 
Again
.

But… what could I possibly do?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I was jealous. 

But only a teeny bit.

There was
no way
I could win the competition against
their ‘team work’.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come with them?

But did I have a choice?

We were friends, weren’t we?

I needed another drink to cool down.

Lord, was he
really
looking at me?

I’m sure he was.

Oh. My. Gosh.

Oh, no, Megan was pushing her C cups,
again
.  And
Joan was turning up the heat, rubbing her body on his,
again.

Did they call him “Mr. Woodward?”

Who the heck is that?

Whatever.

I couldn’t care less. 

Damn it.  I lost him anyway.

What?

Was this bartender trying to flirt with me?

Come on, I’m in a
bad mood.
Leave me alone, you dick
head.

All I wanted was my drink. 

Yeah, right, it was alcoholic, strong, and burning hot. 

Thanks, I know.  You don’t have to tell me, sir.  Please
give me my drink and SHUT UP.

Oh, well, I have to admit, this bartender
was
kind
of… handsome. 

Okay, I confess he is
very
handsome.

But the raw power coming from that sexy stranger over there
left this poor bartender in the dust.  It was a Formula One versus a rusty
bike.  Comparing them alone was a disgrace.

Ummm, okay, were you expecting me to say something nice?

Right.  I hear you.  You’re a psychology student, huh?  And
this is your part time job, huh?

“Impressive indeed.”

Oh, well, this was out of my politeness anyway. 

What?  You wanted to buy me a drink?

A bartender buys a customer a drink?

I don’t know that, sir.  That’s
odd.

Gosh, this bartender should have been fired ten times over. 

That ‘flirting’ added more fuel to my already burning body. 
I had to rush back to my seat and drain my drink real quick.  That was the
only
way
to cure the jealousy vibrating up my spine.

But why was I jealous anyway?  I was here for Megan’s
birthday party, right?  It was fun time, wasn’t it?

Oh, well, I was hoping to meet someone interesting.  I meant
a
guy
.

Unfortunately, all Megan’s guy friends were so freaking boring. 

The way they talk told me Megan had fucked at least a half
dozen of her friends.

A dude was so proud to tell his story.

“She dumped my best friend for me and then me for my other
friends.”

Jesus Christ, she sounded like a
bed-hopper
to
me.

And now she was hopping into the bed of that stranger, the
one set my hormones raging.

Maybe her need for a new dick was like wanting a new pair of
shoes: never enough?

It was a
tragedy
to have a ‘friend’ like this.

She claimed to be my bestie but fucked all three of my boyfriends.

What kind of bestie was this?

I wished I could have stayed away from her.

Far, far away.

But she never let me.

My life was
doomed
.

Did I hear her calling me?

Yup, I did.

I didn’t want to watch her rub her colossal tits on that
stranger, but I wanted to be nice.

I raise my head and my smile froze as my eyes met his
intense stare. 

Right on.

Boy, that stranger’s look was so scorching that my cheeks caught
fire.

What is going on?

Every man surrendered to the girls’ ‘team work’.

There were no exceptions.

But this stranger’s gaze was so hungry.

And hew as looking at me, not my monster-boob friends?

If so, why?

This was like someone giving up two Mercedes-Benzes for a nice
bike, wasn’t it?

Maybe he found me special?  Am I special at all?

Whatever. 

The excitement made my spine tingle.

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear the blood in my
ears.

I sheepishly tried to blink away my shyness, to try and
match my gaze. I try  not once, but several times.

But that only added to my embarrassment…and the heat and
wetness to my pussy.

How embarrassing.

I rushed back to my seat.

My margarita was, well,
strong as hell
. 

I ordered it to cure my jealousy of the other two girls, but
now it added
more
to my confused body.

That stranger’s look had given me a tiny ray of hope, making
me wonder whether I did have a teeny opportunity to win him.

It was that faraway hope that made me even more jealous. Of
the easy way those two girls had about them, their confidence and sexual experience.

Allowing the margarita to burn my throat once more, I thought
hard about my next move.

Licking the salt off the rim, I heard the girls’ laughing at
a dirty joke.

Gosh, they’re really teaming up on that stranger hard.

I shake my head to mysef. There was
no freaking way
I
could possibly win.

Why couldn’t I ever be like them?.

And then sadness took over, coupled with anger.

Game over.

As usual, anyway.

I tossed my head back and drained the glass.

Holy smokes, the bartender was so freaking right.  It was
STRONG.

But I couldn’t care less. 

I want another.

Now.

“Excuse me.  Can I refill your glass?” A deep voice was not
far away. 

Gosh, was it him, the stranger of my dreams?

It must be him.

Oh, Lord, he wants me.

“Sure,” I turned my head to give him a winning smile.

My jaw dropped open, and my cheeks turning pale.

My eyes widen of their own accord.

Holy crap. Who is this dude?

Being shy of five foot four, he was a pile of muscles and
tattoos.  I didn’t have to look twice to see a receding hairline and deep
wrinkles decorating his thirty-something bumpy head.

I could imagine the other girls would be fascinated by this
dude’s ‘maturity’—as usual.  But honestly, if disgust did kill, I would have had
only two seconds of life left.

“Great, the same?” The dude was now only two or three feet
away from me.

Ewis that cigarette and onion I smell?

“What?” I leaned back to distance my body from the vile source.

“To refill your drink.  Didn’t you say ‘sure’?”

Oops!

My cheeks were heating up.

Someone save me please. 

I stole a quick peek at the stranger but didn’t see him.

Where did he go?  Has he left?

Gosh, what a total mess.

I bury my face in my hands too fast, the loud smack sending
acute pain through my fingers.

“Oh, no…” My murmur was full of sadness.

“You want something… mild then?” The dude sounded so eager.

“I… no, nothing.” My scarlet cheeks were turning crimson.

“Maybe a beer?”

Holy fuck, this jackass was cornering me.

“Thank you.  I don’t need anything.” I shook my head.

“How about a coffee?”

“As I’ve said, I don’t need anything.” I tried so hard to
smile.

“Not even a juice?”

“I need
nothing
, sir.” My growl was wretched.  I knew
it was rude, or impolite the least, but I had to put an end to this silly
conversation before it went on forever.

“You said ‘sure’, right?  I just want to make you happy.” The
dude sounded so confused.

“But I changed my mind, okay?” I tried hard to remove some
of the edge in my voice. 

Maybe I was a bit too rough on him?

I took a deep breath and then put up a smile.
“Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” He managed to move his clumsy body away two
or three steps.  “Sorry to bother you, lady.  Please do let me know if you need
anything later on.”

“Thank you.” I rested my head on my palm, elbow on the
table. 

What a birthday party.  This cursed bar is full of
weirdoes.

“Excuse me…”

What? That dude was
back
?  I thought he’d already
disappeared into a murky crowd of his own kind.

Fuck my life. 

“What do you…” My voice blazing, I choke in mid-sentence.

Gosh, it was
him
, the engrossing stranger I
thought had left.

“Um… oh, hi.” My cheeks were reddening quickly.

“You… okay?” I suppress a shiver, his baritone was so
penetrating that my whole chest where it vibrated at least seven or eight
times.

“Hmmm, um, sure, I guess so.”

Stumbling on my words, I kept my eyes busy, scanning his
body.

I could safely say he was six foot four, I mean
at least
.

The top of his designer shirt was open, revealing his muscular
chest covered with soft curly hair.

His angular chin was decorated with stubble, making him much
manlier.

His lips were a lot fuller and rougher than I thought.  I can
almost hear myself screaming the moment I pictured those lips sucking hard on
my nipples.  Left or right one first?  I didn’t really care.

Just do it to me, okay?

I swear, I couldn’t wait.

Yeah, I confess I was thinking dirty but compared to the serious
tingling and wetting in between my legs, this was
nothing
.

My eyes scanned those beautiful lips a few more times then inched
up along his straight nose. 

I was in free fall the moment they looked into those intense
sea-blues. 

Moments later, my cheeks caught fire because a his bulge slowly
appeared right in front of my eyes. 

Oops, I shouldn’t have looked at his crotch, right?

“You need a new drink.” He was not asking.

While I was still struggling between hiding my embarrassment
and saying something meaningful, he directed his hand to signal the waitress
gracefully, tiny bits shining on his watch.  I bet those were diamonds.  A
smart girl couldn’t get them wrong.

“Yes, sir…” Rushing over, the girl smiled at him.

“For her.” He cut the girl off, eyes on me.

“Yes, ma’am, what would you like?” The waitress turned her
smile to me immediately.

“I… hmmm, okay, I’ll… go with…”

“Two Metropolitans.” He drained his drink.

What the heck is that?

As if reading my mind, he smiled, “Classic brandy cocktail. 
You will like it.”

Hell, you’re so sure about my taste?
My first sip
proved that he was so right. The mix of brandy and vermouth in a chilled glass
smelled so fresh and tempting.  The moment my taste buds touched the cocktail,
I could taste the sweetness of syrup.

“Like your new drink?” The stranger looked at me.

“Sure.  It tastes great.  And… and it’s special.”

“Good.  Enjoying this bar?”

“I… hmmm…” Honestly, before I had a chance to talk to this
stranger, I
hated
this bar.

“No?”

“Um, okay, this is my first time here.  So… I’m not so sure
just yet.”

“Just wait.”

Sure, I might like the bar, but the way it went, I saw a
very small chance. 

“Actually, my friends brought me here.”

“Those girls?” He tossed his chin toward the dancing floor.

My cheeks turned pink, revealing my embarrassment the moment
I saw tag-team girls.  They were hanging on to that boxy dude who smelled like
onion, laughing loudly.

“Yup.  Those…. girls.” I could hardly hear myself.

“Fun time.” He sipped his cocktail.

“This is for Megan’s birthday.”

“I see.”

He took the liberty to scan over my body with those
irresistible eyes.  I felt my clothes became transparent under his piercing
gaze.

I felt the his eyes probe my cleavage, my nipples, my belly,
my crotch, and oh…

I let out a tiny moan.

“Hot dance.” His voice was flat. He gestured to the trio,
now grinding under the lights.

Oh, well, he didn’t have to tell me.  The laughter on the
dance floor pierced right through the thumping bass beat.

“They like fun.” I was so embarrassed.

“You don’t?”

“I… um…” My cheeks turned burning hot. 
Sure, I love fun,
but not this kind.

“It’s good you try to be different.”

Was I trying to be different?  This was so encouraging. I
was so in fact so scared of peer pressure that I get roped into a million uncomfortable
situations.  Going to these parties was something I hated but always ended up
doing.

Now, I felt that I had moved one tiny step ahead to make the
difference I’d always wanted. 

“Thank you.” I whisper.

“You like fun?”

“Uh-huh.”

“But it’s no fun here.”

“Nope.” I shook my head.

“Let’s have fun.”

“Here?”

“No.”

Gosh, he was asking me to go with him.

What kind of fun are we going to have? 

A million possibilities appeared in my head, all romantic.

I stood up. 

He drained his glass and straightens to his feet, standing
really close to me.

I flinch, hesitating.

“Sorry, I can’t go.”

“You scared?”

“Nope.”

“Then why?”

“I’m Megan’s tonight.”

“What?”

“I’m Megan’s.”

“No way.”

“But this is her birthday party.  She decides what everyone does.”

He looked right into my eyes, saying nothing.

God. That sounded so stupid coming out. But it was the
truth. We always did what our besties wanted.  No one ever said ‘no’.

He pulled out a pen from his pocket.  Tiny diamond bits were
shining all over.

Reaching out, he held my hand lightly.

I tried to free my hand, my cheeks blushing.

“Don’t move.”

I stopped pulling.

He wrote an ‘M’ in the center of my palm. 

“Now I own you.”

Oh boy, the sensation almost paralyzed my body.

It took me a long while to reclaim my ability to talk.

“Is this your initial?” I examined the writing carefully.

“‘M’ for ‘Mystery’.” His smile was melting my body like a
piece of blue cheese in a hot pan.

I’d never believed in any happy encounter in a bar.  At this
moment, however, my body was soaked in romance.  I would go anywhere with the
stranger and let him do whatever to me.

I was so ready to scream in his bed tonight.

“Roxy…” Megan rushed over. “Hi, Mr. Woodward.” She beamed. 

Oh, boy, she had changed into a fresh blouse, this one totally
sheer. It covered
absolutely nothing
.  Her bedazzled pushup bra made those
huge balloons even bigger and fuller.

I saw fresh makeup and smelled new perfume.

God, she’s trying to steal my Mr. Mystery.

Anger travelled down my spine and seized my whole body in
just seconds. 

“Mr. Woodward, let’s dance.” She simpered, wrapping her arm
around his.

I almost cried in frustration. 

Right now, I hate my ‘bestie’. 

“Excuse me.” Mr. Woodward pulled his arm away and turned. 
Within seconds, he was out of the door.

“Asshole.” Megan stared hard.

After a few moments, she turned to me with a big smile.

“Let’s dance, Roxy.”

“I’ve got to go.”  I wanted to find him.

“No fucking way.” She dragged me to the dance floor.

“Goddamn it!  Let go!” I struggle.

“Fucking Jesus, Roxy, what’s wrong with you?” She stared at
me.

“I have to study, okay?”

This was unmistakably an excellent excuse.  As a pre-med
student, I have so much to study to do with so little time.  Damn… It had been
a long three years. I couldn’t afford to fail in my last year.  Partying was
always luxury for me.

“Forget about the fucking studying.  Today is my birthday.”
Her eyes were wide and round. “Don’t you
dare
think about that asshole
again,” she added quickly.

What else could I say?  I was sure my Mr. Mystery was now
far away.  There was no way I would ever see him again.

I felt so bad.

“Cheer up, Cinderella.” Megan read my mind. 

“See this?” She lifted her deep-v blouse.

“Cowboy?  Biggie?  Peanut?  Yummy?  Romeo?  G-i-r-t-h? 
What?  Girth?” My eyes widened seeing the funny writings on her belly.

“Isn’t this fun?”

“Oh my gosh, Megan, you want all these guys to be with you tonight?” 
I knew exactly what that meant—as always.

“Uh-huh.  Joan and me, okay?”

I saw naked bodies writhing together in my mind. 

Gross.

“Come on, go grab your own guys!” she urged.

“No…I don’t think so.” 

“Come on! let’s have fun!”

Dragging my feet, I danced for about twenty minutes to make
her happy.  The moment she began to flirt with another sweaty dude, I snuck
into the restroom.

I look in the mirror, and the girl I saw was totally lost.

Oh, come on, Roxy.  What’s over is
over
.

I tried to cheer myself up.

He was only a stranger I met in a bar, right?

Right, but…

I shook my head.

I couldn’t believe it.  I was now missing a guy I knew
nothing
about, not even his first name.

Honestly, I could tell that he was from a totally different
world .  The designer shirt,

the diamonds on his watch and pen, it was obvious that he
was filthy rich.  How many girls would chase a guy like this? 

Tens? Hundreds? Probably even more.

He’s probably holding two or three girls right now. He’s
forgotten all about me.

Sure, I was thin and curvy and kind of pretty, but there
were so many girls out there who looked better.  Also, there were so many girls
out there totally ready to throw their bodies at that Mr. Mystery.

Wake up, Roxy.  Your tragic encounter wouldn’t register a
blip on his radar screen.

Game over, as usual—thanks to my ‘bestie’ Megan. A
gain
.

I gave the girl in the mirror a bitter smile.

 “Cheer up, will you?” I murmur to her.

She gave me a smile.

So big, yet so fake.