move and noticed how she watched him before repeating what he did. He still hadn’t ruled out that she could be from another country.
He parked in front of the fast-food place and they went inside.
“What do you want?” he asked, looking up at the menu.
“I’ve never had food before.”
He glanced around. Good thing everyone was busy and no one had come over to wait on them yet. “You don’t eat... where you’re from?” he asked, keeping his voice down.
“Food capsules. It provides plenty of nourishment and we don’t have to bother with using space to grow anything.”
She turned those dark blue eyes on him and his insides began to melt.
“But I’d like to try your food. The soda was quite refreshing.”
Hell, he’d give her anything she wanted if she kept looking at him like that. Food, sex... state secrets.
He cleared his throat and ordered two pancake breakfasts and two milks, then carried them to a table in the far corner. Keep a low profile, that was the name of the game.
He covertly watched her as she slid into the booth across from him. Man, if she was playing him for a fool and Sam was in on this, he’d kill them both.
She just stared at the white Styrofoam, then pinched off a corner of the lid and put it in her mouth. Before he had a chance to react, she spit it out. “Ugh, your food isn’t good.”
He quickly glanced around to make sure she hadn’t been seen, breathing a sigh of relief. No one was paying them the least bit of attention.
“That’s the box,” he told her, then opened it and poured syrup over the stack. “Like this.” He cut into one, then forked it into his mouth. She followed suit.
Her eyes closed, she moaned. The overhead lights began to flash. A bulb popped.
“Mmm... this is good. Oh, yes... yes!”
Nick’s gaze scanned the room. A busload of geriatrics had just come inside. Their expressions ranged from amusement to reprimanding looks to fear as some noticed the wild light display above their heads.
“This is so wonderful, Nick.” She rolled her shoulders, her back arched, her tight nipples clearly outlined through the material of her top. “I’ve never had anything this good before.”
He realized he was holding his breath when the room began to spin. He exhaled, but continued to stare. She was giving him a major hard-on as her tongue came out to slowly lick the syrup off her lips.
She opened her eyes and forked another bite into her mouth. “I think I love your food, Nick.” Her words were raspy, like a woman ready to smear syrup all over his body and lick off every drop.
He grabbed a paper napkin and wiped the sweat from his forehead. That’s when his attention was drawn to the lights. They were still flickering, but that wasn’t all. A wave of bright blues, yellows, and pinks swirled like the aurora borealis.
Damn, the same thing had happened last night when they’d had sex, but he’d dismissed it as a figment of his imagination. She’d been really hot in the sack and it’d been a while for him so he hadn’t really thought much about them. Only that his eyes had to be playing tricks. It had been a really fantastic orgasm.
Kia squirmed in her seat as she shoved another bite in her already stuffed mouth. Syrup drizzled down her chin. She swallowed.
“More. I want more... thank you.”
She looked like a woman in the throes of passion.
Holy shit, he had a feeling she was telling the truth about being an alien. And people were really gawking at them now. He scooped up the food and grabbed her arm.
“Man, there must be some kind of wild electrical storm blowing in,” he said in a loud voice, then cleared his throat as he tried to keep the cartons in front of him to hide his obvious condition. “Better be careful when you go back outside.”
None of the patrons looked convinced as he dumped the food in the trash bin.
“I heard about this on the news last night,” he added.
They kept staring. Not saying a blasted word. Just
He parked in front of the fast-food place and they went inside.
“What do you want?” he asked, looking up at the menu.
“I’ve never had food before.”
He glanced around. Good thing everyone was busy and no one had come over to wait on them yet. “You don’t eat... where you’re from?” he asked, keeping his voice down.
“Food capsules. It provides plenty of nourishment and we don’t have to bother with using space to grow anything.”
She turned those dark blue eyes on him and his insides began to melt.
“But I’d like to try your food. The soda was quite refreshing.”
Hell, he’d give her anything she wanted if she kept looking at him like that. Food, sex... state secrets.
He cleared his throat and ordered two pancake breakfasts and two milks, then carried them to a table in the far corner. Keep a low profile, that was the name of the game.
He covertly watched her as she slid into the booth across from him. Man, if she was playing him for a fool and Sam was in on this, he’d kill them both.
She just stared at the white Styrofoam, then pinched off a corner of the lid and put it in her mouth. Before he had a chance to react, she spit it out. “Ugh, your food isn’t good.”
He quickly glanced around to make sure she hadn’t been seen, breathing a sigh of relief. No one was paying them the least bit of attention.
“That’s the box,” he told her, then opened it and poured syrup over the stack. “Like this.” He cut into one, then forked it into his mouth. She followed suit.
Her eyes closed, she moaned. The overhead lights began to flash. A bulb popped.
“Mmm... this is good. Oh, yes... yes!”
Nick’s gaze scanned the room. A busload of geriatrics had just come inside. Their expressions ranged from amusement to reprimanding looks to fear as some noticed the wild light display above their heads.
“This is so wonderful, Nick.” She rolled her shoulders, her back arched, her tight nipples clearly outlined through the material of her top. “I’ve never had anything this good before.”
He realized he was holding his breath when the room began to spin. He exhaled, but continued to stare. She was giving him a major hard-on as her tongue came out to slowly lick the syrup off her lips.
She opened her eyes and forked another bite into her mouth. “I think I love your food, Nick.” Her words were raspy, like a woman ready to smear syrup all over his body and lick off every drop.
He grabbed a paper napkin and wiped the sweat from his forehead. That’s when his attention was drawn to the lights. They were still flickering, but that wasn’t all. A wave of bright blues, yellows, and pinks swirled like the aurora borealis.
Damn, the same thing had happened last night when they’d had sex, but he’d dismissed it as a figment of his imagination. She’d been really hot in the sack and it’d been a while for him so he hadn’t really thought much about them. Only that his eyes had to be playing tricks. It had been a really fantastic orgasm.
Kia squirmed in her seat as she shoved another bite in her already stuffed mouth. Syrup drizzled down her chin. She swallowed.
“More. I want more... thank you.”
She looked like a woman in the throes of passion.
Holy shit, he had a feeling she was telling the truth about being an alien. And people were really gawking at them now. He scooped up the food and grabbed her arm.
“Man, there must be some kind of wild electrical storm blowing in,” he said in a loud voice, then cleared his throat as he tried to keep the cartons in front of him to hide his obvious condition. “Better be careful when you go back outside.”
None of the patrons looked convinced as he dumped the food in the trash bin.
“I heard about this on the news last night,” he added.
They kept staring. Not saying a blasted word. Just
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