ALIEN ROMANCE: Captivated by the Alien Lord (Alien Invasion Abduction SciFi Romance) (Kahara Lords Book 7)

by Blanc, Lindsay

  Lacey grinned. She felt the wining answer pop into her head, but she let it sit there as she took another sip of her wine. “You can’t even commit to a salad, let alone to a woman…or a work of art..”

  “You don’t seem very receptive to my advances.”

  “You don’t seem to be advancing at all.”

  He let out a dry laugh. “So, if you’re so confused, why are you here?”

  She leaned over, taking in a whiff of his refreshing scent. “Because you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life.”

  His eyes went all smoky after that, but Lacey held her face there because she wanted to see what he would do. Just when she thought she looked exactly like an idiot, he reached up and trailed his hand along her jawline.

  She froze, her eyes, fixated on his.

  Goosebumps sprouted on every inch of her body, from her head to her toes. Her womanhood throbbed and her lip quivered, because somehow, with one touch, he had managed to take hold of every inch of her neurotic mind.

  He was going to do it. The man with the sweater and the grid pad and the uneaten salad was actually going to reach out and kiss her. She was almost certain of it.

  But then the waiter showed up with their veal shanks.

  They flew back into their chairs, the two of them mumbling incoherent things at the waiter, at each other, at the food.

  As soon as she turned and walked away, Marak stared intently at her. “So, you really won’t sell me a painting?”

  She shook her head. “Wow. I am almost flattered that you’re this obsessed with breaking my pact.”

  “I don’t understand this pact of yours at all.”

  She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she took her first bite of that succulent veal. “Of course you don’t.”

  “Could you stop speaking in code?” he asked, knife and fork in hand.

  She shot him a hardened look. “I’m not—”

  “You’re intentionally being vague to put off giving me an answer.”

  Lacey put on a show of insult. “I resent the accusation.” She put another bite in her mouth before adding, “And besides, I already gave you my answer.”

  “So what will you do with your work then?”

  “I’ll keep performing it…obviously.”

  “Not that. The Frick.”

  She shrugged. “I’m thinking about a huge demonstration.” She could feel the excitement building up. “All of my pieces have a theme. And, I was thinking, if I could get them all together, I could just dump them in a huge wasteland…maybe Detroit…”

  Marak laughed at this.

  It was about the fiftieth time he had laughed that night, but Lacey couldn’t help smiling at it. “You laugh a lot.”

  “I have a robust sense of humor.”

  Lacey smirked. “That’s cute.”

  Marak took another sip of his wine. “Detroit is a city…not a wasteland.”

  “Have you been? The place has been run down for years. Besides, it’s not just aesthetic. Capitalism took that city into its massive mouth, chewed it up, and spit it out. I think it’s perfect for my jeweled junk.”

  “Jeweled junk.” Marak nodded. “I like that.”

  “So, you’ll back off about the painting?”

  He nodded. “From now on, we can both pretend that this is just a dinner amongst two interesting people.”

  “We have to pretend?” Lacey drained her glass of wine. She could feel a warmth flooding her face that she hoped wouldn’t translate to bad decisions later.

  He raised an eyebrow. “When is a dinner ever just a dinner?”

  Chapter Four

  The next morning, Marak woke up to silence. He sat up, listening to his heart pounding, glancing around his temporary lodgings.

  Lacey.

  Her face leapt into his mind before he even had a chance to wonder what time it was. Their night together blurred through his thoughts as he dressed himself. The whole thing had gone perfectly. Well, almost.

  It would have been perfect if she had found it in her heart to sell him the Fick. But he should have known that her art was her heart. She had a kind of resilience about her that he knew he could never break with fixation.

  And yet, how could that be possible? He thought about this as he made his way to the conference room for their weekly meetings with the commander. He hoped it wouldn’t come up in conversation, because other than building a city the Kaharans could be proud of, the Commander’s main focus was on finding women to further propagate their species. He knew Marak was spending a substantial amount of time on human settlements, so it was only natural that he would inquire.

  He should be so lucky.

  Turen broke into a round of applause as he entered the room. “Wow. On time and dressed as well. What a miracle.”

  “I had a strange night of sleep.”

  He would have explained more, but no sooner had that sentence left his mouth did the sounds of the commander beaming in fill their conference room. Seconds later, his heavy frame, suited in the traditional Kaharan military dress, filled the space above the center of the table.

  Marak opened his notebook and readied his pen.

  “Good morning.” The commander gave each of them a curt nod. “What are the updates on your progress?”

  Turen ran down the list of things they had accomplished that week, which, aside from building assorted utility buildings, was not vey much.

  The commander nodded. “It sounds like the both of you are doing an exceptional job.”

  Marak tried to fight the childish grin. After almost half a year of working directly alongside the commander on this project, he had wanted nothing more than to appease him. His desperation to do at least one thing right after the comet had destroyed their home planet and most of their families was the only thing keeping him from going off the deep end.

  “Yes. The only thing left to work out is the town hall.”

  The commander narrowed his eyes. “What about the water problem?”

  Turen sat up in his chair. “With all due respect, I really believe you should rethink your restrictions.”

  The commander blinked. “There is nothing wrong with my restrictions.”

  “If you would let us use Kaharan means—”

  “What part of blend in do you not understand?”

  The bark stopped Turen cold.

  To break the silence that ensued, the commander continued with, “So, I hear you have spent a lot of time in Seattle this past week.”

  Marak nodded. He knew it was only a matter of time…and it scared him. He wished he could protect her from her obvious gift and from his commander. Yet, at the same time, he knew he could never lie. “I have been looking for inspiration.”

  The commander nodded. “That is all well, but have you managed to find a woman in all of your wanderings? You know that is our main concern.”

  Marak sucked in a deep breath. “Maybe. She’s an artist, but her work is made of strange metals. They aren’t of this world.” He huffed out a breath before he continued with, “And she can wield metal and stone. Brilliantly.”

  A faint smile lightened the commander’s face. “Wonderful. I would like you to pursue this. You can put the town hall off for after…”

  Marak dreaded whatever the commander had meant to end that sentence with. He knew that as soon as he had admitted to Lacey’s existence, she was no longer free. She would necessarily become his objective. He could woo her, he could try to gain her trust, but whatever happened, if she was who he thought she was, if he asked her to join them and she refused, he would have to erase her memory.

  This bind gripped his heart.

  ***

  That jerk hadn’t called Lacey for a whole two days. She thought she had hit everything out of the park on their date. Two days and she was already becoming one of those girls she hated: the analyzers.

  “He didn’t even kiss me!” she ejaculated into the bathroom mirror.

  In any case, it didn
’t matter.

  She needed to get out and do her show.

  She needed to forget all about him.

  For the most part, she did. The show went exactly as planned. In fact, it went so well, she got bored. She hated encore performances by principle. It’s live for a reason. Why do it twice? But the gallery had solicited reporters, and for all of her qualms about money, she needed the exposure.

  By the time she had hit her backbend, her mind began to wander.

  Anger bubbled in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t believe she had actually gone soft for someone like him.

  When she caught the knife, she threw it right at the soft center of the Frick. It slid down the vulnerable canvas before lodging itself between two metal plates. It ripped right through her arcs and strokes.

  “There. Now no one can have it.” She didn’t even wait for the gasp to morph into a round of applause. She jetted out of that gallery and to the parking garage across the street. Suddenly, she suffocated in her own space. All of those unfamiliar faces made her want to see him. And yet, there she was again, thinking about him. She needed to get away and fast. So, she went to the only place where she knew she could disappear, if only for a few hours.

  ***

  Two days of stalking Lacey without actually talking to her had just about driven Marak mad. So far, he knew where she lived, where she got her coffee, what she drove, and how much time she spent on the steps of city hall, which was a surprisingly large amount.

  Once she stormed into the garage, cranked up the engine of her 2005 Jeep, and pulled out, he followed her. He yawned, ready for another twenty minute drive through the city to her home.

  However, his interest peaked when she didn’t get off on the correct exit but rather drove on the highway for another thirty minutes before taking a deserted exit with nothing to boast of other than a single gas station.

  The next thing he knew, he had followed her down a dirt path. In order to insure that he wouldn’t be discovered, he turned his headlights off, trusting his night vision for the first time in months.

  Finally, she began to slow.

  Sensing this, he stopped his car and waited patiently for her to come to a stop.

  She climbed out of her truck, glanced around her, and then started hiking through the brush.

  Marak rolled his eyes. He would fall for the most adventurous woman in the country. Being as silent as he could, he followed her.

  If he’d had any doubt about her heritage, what he saw at the end of that path extinguished it.

  ***

  A smile stretched across Lacey’s face as she rounded the back of the vessel she had found on a hike as a college student. The thing was like her personal church, standing faithfully whenever she needed it. Through her layman’s detective work, she had reasoned that it was some kind of ship. Maybe an abandoned government operation? In any case, she didn’t want anyone to know about it, because if they did, they would take it away. Then where would her inspiration come from?

  She made her way through the old passenger’s cabin, which had, after years of scrapping for art, become nothing more than a hallow vessel. She didn’t want to disturb the integrity of the outside of the ship, so she kept going on into what looked like a large storage room with a plethora of cabinets and switches. She placed her palms on the surface of a door and blasted it with as much force as she could garner. It fell away.

  As the whine of the shifting metal came to a stop, she heard an echo of something that wasn’t her. She froze.

  “Lacey.”

  She knew that voice anywhere.

  A groan slipped out of her lips. “Oh God.”

  Chapter Five

  Lacey paced back and forth. “I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that you know about this place or the fact that you stalked me to find it.” She shook her head. None of this made any sense at all. Why would he ignore her calls but then stalk her so vigorously that he followed her out in the middle of nowhere?

  And yet he remained calm, infuriatingly calm. “Aren’t you cold?”

  So she took another look at his eyes, at his towering height, at his warm skin tone. She had the sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t the only one hiding something. “You just watched me move metal, and you’re asking me if I have goosebumps?” She charged him. “It’s not that you know I should be cold, it’s that you know I’m not for a specific reason.”

  His chest rose and fell for one singular breath before he crossed what little space remained between the two of them. “I have to ask you something.”

  She stared right into his eyes. “No, you don’t. You have to tell me the truth.”

  He placed his hand on her cheek in a way that made her feel like he had already begun his question.

  She felt her heart swelling and her throat closing up, because there was no way she could deny that she felt something for him.

  “You aren’t human.”

  She grabbed his wrist. “I already knew that.”

  He grimaced. “You did?”

  “Well, sort of.” She shrugged. She would be stupid to grow up as different as she was and not suspect something.

  She felt naked in front of Marak as he scanned her from head to toe, his eyes searching her soul while his fingers examined her body.

  “Of course. I could kick myself for not seeing it before.”

  Lacey burst into laughter. For all the seriousness of the situation, she could not believe that Marak had just said he wanted to kick himself.

  “What?” His eyes were wide with ignorance.

  “You could kick yourself?” She stepped away. “I would love to see that happen.”

  He shook his head. “This isn’t a joke.”

  “So what is this, then? A kidnapping? An intervention?”

  His jaw set and his eyes narrowed. “Please do not joke about this.”

  “Maybe if you would tell me—”

  “I would if you could only shut up.”

  Lacey snapped out of it, blinking her eyes. “Sorry you’re so impatient.”

  “Well I’ve spent the last few days trying to figure out how to keep you in my life, so I think I deserve a little consideration.”

  Lacey gazed wide-eyed at him. There was something more to his anger than just hurt feelings or embarrassment. Everything from his messy hair to his winded expression told her that something had him completely stressed out. She took a step toward him, realizing that she had gone too far. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I get so stressed that I pretend that nothing matters.”

  He let out one stingy chuckle. “That’s an ineffective coping mechanism.”

  They both laughed at this.

  With a sigh, he took her hand in both of his. “Lacey, you know you aren’t human. You’re more, or different, or however you like to think of it. You’re part of an alien race…”

  “That’s not possible. I have two human parents. I was born on Earth.”

  “Well, they must have adopted you.”

  Lacey’s head spun. Not only did she have two asshole parents that had chucked her out, but she had two asshole parents that had chucked her out and never told her she was adopted.

  “I’m sorry. I know this must be a shock. It must hurt a little. But I have to say something else, something difficult. You’re one of the few females of our kind that still exists.”

  Lacey ducked her head. “How?”

  “A comet destroyed our planet. The military survived because we happened to be staging an exercise when it happened, but the women were in different barracks. They didn’t survive. Now, after we have gone through great lengths to retrace to Earth, we are faced with another dilemma.”

  “I think I know where you’re going with this.” Lacey pried her hand out of his. “And the answer is no.”

  Marak pursed his lips. “You have to listen to me.”

  Lacey clenched her fists. She had been plucked. The first guy to show genuine interest in anything other than getting in her pants and bolting
at the first sign of intellectual conversation was trying to pluck her. “I have.” She didn’t even want to look at him.

  “Please. You don’t have a lot of options.”

  “No,” Lacey said, shooting him her iron glare. “You don’t.”

  Marak approached her again. She wished he would stay away, but she knew she couldn’t give him the satisfaction of running yet again. “They’ll make me…”

  “I don’t care what they’ll make you do.” She stood her ground, ignoring the pain in his eyes. “If you have to kidnap me, or force me, then do it, because I won’t come willingly.” She would have patted herself on the back if she knew it wouldn’t destroy the mood.

  “Why?” He grabbed her face, gripping it tightly in both of his hands.

  It scared her and excited her all at once. “Because you don’t love me. You don’t even like me or care about me.”

  His face went all soft, his eyes drooping and his lips folding into the kind of desperate frown that made Lacey want to kiss him right then and there.

  But she had already uttered her words, and she believed them with every bone in her body.

  “I do.”

  Lacey knew that he could have been lying. In fact, she was almost certain that he was lying. But she couldn’t bring herself to deny what looked like the absolute truth spilling from his eyes.

  “You do what?”

  His jaw hung open as she watched his gaze go from her eyes to her lips. She gulped, the hairs on the back of her neck raised, because she knew, without a doubt, against all odds, exactly what was coming next. “I…” But his face was already moving toward hers.

  When their lips met, Lacey’s knees went weak. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her arms fell around his neck. His lips demanded everything of hers. His tongue jutted into her mouth, a kind of charge she didn’t expect in him.

  They continued like this, their bodies pressed together, the heat from each of them effortlessly radiating to the other. The more she had of him, the more she needed him. All she had to do was accept his offer to have all of this for the rest of her life.

  But that thought stopped her. She pushed away with so much force that she created a pressure wave that put a dent in the wall behind her. “No.I won’t fall for you and then let you take me away like this. No.”