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Authors: Dima Zales, Anna Zaires
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sounded suspiciously like a drug-induced high to Amy, though similar tales littered the web, giving rise to all sorts of rumors about the invaders . . . including that of vampirism.
Amy didn’t buy it, but then again, she had a natural distrust of rumors. She liked facts; that’s why she’d gone into journalism rather than choosing to write fiction.
According to this man’s account, he had gone to the club right after his dinner in the Meatpacking district. He named the restaurant where he had dinner, and then he wrote that the club was directly across the street from it.
And just like that, Amy had a lead.
Jumping to her feet, she grabbed her bag and hurried out of the office, nodding to the janitor on the way.
It looked like her Friday night was about to get a lot more exciting.
Chapter 2
“You don’t have to come with me,” Amy repeated for the fifth time, giving Jay an exasperated look. She’d made the mistake of texting him about her plans, and he showed up at her doorstep twenty minutes later, dressed for clubbing but doing his best to dissuade her from going.
“If you’re going, I’m going,” he said stubbornly. “I don’t think either one of us should be doing this, but, baby girl, you’re crazy if you think I’ll let you go there by yourself.”
“You just want your name to be on the story,” Amy joked, flipping her shoulder-length hair upside down to work in some mousse. Her reddish-blond hair was naturally fine and straight, but if she put enough product in it, she could achieve some sexy waves. Sexy wasn’t a look she normally tried for, but in this case, it was important. The Ks were not only humanoid in appearance, but downright gorgeous . . . and according to what Amy read online, they liked their human sex partners to be nearly as good-looking as they were.
Amy was fairly certain she didn’t fit that criteria, but she was hoping that with enough makeup—and with contacts instead of glasses—she’d look pretty enough to be let into the club.
“Our names will be the story,” Jay said darkly. “I can see it now: Two Missing Journalists, Last Seen Hunting Aliens in Meatpacking District .”
“Oh, please.” Amy straightened and began applying mascara to her long brown lashes. “Since when are you afraid to go to a club? You do crazy stuff all the time—”
“Yes, but I do it for fun, not to prove myself to our idiot boss,” he retorted. “And no amount of drinking or partying compares to trying to infiltrate an alien sex club. You do see the difference between a little recreational weed and this, don’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Amy muttered, swiping blush onto her pale cheeks. “Like I told you, I only texted you about this so someone would know where I am. You don’t have to come with me.”
“Yes, I do.” Jay gave her a ‘get real’ look. “You’re my only female friend. You think I’d let you get spirited away on some spaceship?”
“They live in K Centers on Earth, silly.” Amy grinned at him in the mirror. “Why would they take me on a spaceship?”
“Who knows?” he said, plopping down on her couch. “Maybe they like cute, green-eyed blondes who wear glasses to work to seem smarter.”
“Mmm, yes. I’m just their type.” Laughing, Amy smoothed her hands down her blue, form-fitting dress. With her curvy hips, she wasn’t exactly model material, though she was generally happy with her figure. It helped that her ex-boyfriends seemed to enjoy a rounder ass; one of them even claimed it was his favorite part of Amy’s body.
“You never know,” Jay insisted. “Seriously, Amy, I wish you’d reconsider. Do you realize that they can do absolutely anything to you in that club, and nobody would stop them? Our laws don’t apply to them. They can kill you, and nobody would blink an eye, treaty or no treaty. You understand that, right?”
“Of course I do.” Amy was beginning to get tired of this conversation. Sometimes Jay could be
Amy didn’t buy it, but then again, she had a natural distrust of rumors. She liked facts; that’s why she’d gone into journalism rather than choosing to write fiction.
According to this man’s account, he had gone to the club right after his dinner in the Meatpacking district. He named the restaurant where he had dinner, and then he wrote that the club was directly across the street from it.
And just like that, Amy had a lead.
Jumping to her feet, she grabbed her bag and hurried out of the office, nodding to the janitor on the way.
It looked like her Friday night was about to get a lot more exciting.
Chapter 2
“You don’t have to come with me,” Amy repeated for the fifth time, giving Jay an exasperated look. She’d made the mistake of texting him about her plans, and he showed up at her doorstep twenty minutes later, dressed for clubbing but doing his best to dissuade her from going.
“If you’re going, I’m going,” he said stubbornly. “I don’t think either one of us should be doing this, but, baby girl, you’re crazy if you think I’ll let you go there by yourself.”
“You just want your name to be on the story,” Amy joked, flipping her shoulder-length hair upside down to work in some mousse. Her reddish-blond hair was naturally fine and straight, but if she put enough product in it, she could achieve some sexy waves. Sexy wasn’t a look she normally tried for, but in this case, it was important. The Ks were not only humanoid in appearance, but downright gorgeous . . . and according to what Amy read online, they liked their human sex partners to be nearly as good-looking as they were.
Amy was fairly certain she didn’t fit that criteria, but she was hoping that with enough makeup—and with contacts instead of glasses—she’d look pretty enough to be let into the club.
“Our names will be the story,” Jay said darkly. “I can see it now: Two Missing Journalists, Last Seen Hunting Aliens in Meatpacking District .”
“Oh, please.” Amy straightened and began applying mascara to her long brown lashes. “Since when are you afraid to go to a club? You do crazy stuff all the time—”
“Yes, but I do it for fun, not to prove myself to our idiot boss,” he retorted. “And no amount of drinking or partying compares to trying to infiltrate an alien sex club. You do see the difference between a little recreational weed and this, don’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Amy muttered, swiping blush onto her pale cheeks. “Like I told you, I only texted you about this so someone would know where I am. You don’t have to come with me.”
“Yes, I do.” Jay gave her a ‘get real’ look. “You’re my only female friend. You think I’d let you get spirited away on some spaceship?”
“They live in K Centers on Earth, silly.” Amy grinned at him in the mirror. “Why would they take me on a spaceship?”
“Who knows?” he said, plopping down on her couch. “Maybe they like cute, green-eyed blondes who wear glasses to work to seem smarter.”
“Mmm, yes. I’m just their type.” Laughing, Amy smoothed her hands down her blue, form-fitting dress. With her curvy hips, she wasn’t exactly model material, though she was generally happy with her figure. It helped that her ex-boyfriends seemed to enjoy a rounder ass; one of them even claimed it was his favorite part of Amy’s body.
“You never know,” Jay insisted. “Seriously, Amy, I wish you’d reconsider. Do you realize that they can do absolutely anything to you in that club, and nobody would stop them? Our laws don’t apply to them. They can kill you, and nobody would blink an eye, treaty or no treaty. You understand that, right?”
“Of course I do.” Amy was beginning to get tired of this conversation. Sometimes Jay could be
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