Alien Breeder’s Bond
Tammy Walsh
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1. Emma
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Emma
“He’s staring at you.”
“Who?”
“Him.”
Olivia nodded toward a distant corner cloaked in shadow.
A figure was momentarily highlighted by a passing strobe light.
It was one of Olivia’s many unique quirks.
Only she could be somewhere as busy as this nightclub and notice a single pair of eyes focusing on her.
Or in this case, on me.
“He’s not looking at me.”
“Sure he is. I know hunger when I see it and that guy looks like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. If you play your cards right, you might be on the menu.”
I slapped Olivia on the arm.
“You’re incorrigible.”
Olivia shrugged her exposed shoulders.
“I’m honest. Maybe they’re the same thing.”
Despite myself, I was intrigued.
Of all the stunning girls in the place, why would he be interested in me?
I picked up my mojito and, so as not to look too interested in him, took a sip and peered over the glass’s rim.
The dancers writhed like a giant coiled beast on the dancefloor, and as they drifted apart, they left a narrow gap.
I caught sight once more of the figure cloaked in shadow.
I couldn’t make out his features well in the dim light.
Was he really looking at me? I wondered.
I shook my head.
I made a fart sound with my lips and took another gulp from my mojito.
“He’s not looking at me,” I said resolutely. “He could be looking at anyone.”
Across from him were two separate tables of gaggling hens.
Each of the ladies was hot and did nothing to disguise their obvious interest in the stranger.
They smiled coyly and seductively at him in equal measure.
A temptress in a slutty dress made a comment and the others at her table burst out laughing.
The guy just sat there, either not hearing their comment or pretending like he hadn’t.
He should have.
After all, I did.
I didn’t know if the girl said it intentionally to coincide with a break in the music or not but that was how I came to hear it.
“He hasn’t got eyes for you,” she’d said. “He’s looking at her.”
Poison might have dripped from the last word.
The girls shot looks at me, both insulting and derogatory.
They ran their eyes over me, eyeing me with disdain in an attempt to figure out what it was about me the stranger found so attractive.
Olivia ground her teeth so loud I could hear it.
She shifted her weight to roll up onto her feet and confront the ladies at the other tables.
I placed a hand on her forearm.
“Don’t.”
The last thing we needed was a scene.
And that was exactly what Olivia was capable of when someone got her goat.
“Ignore them. They’re just a bunch of tarts.”
Of course, that was when the music died down to another quiet lull, and my comments sailed audibly to anyone who cared to listen.
The ladies spat ugly comments, thankfully covered by the swelling music.
The mystery stranger’s hand curled around his single beer bottle, the muscles in his arm turning tight.
He still hadn’t taken a swig from it yet.
His eyes were fixed firmly in my direction—I mean, our direction—and didn’t even blink.
Olivia leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
“You should go speak with him.”
“And embarrass myself? I don’t think so.”
“He’s obviously into you. What do you have to lose?”
“How about my self-esteem?”
Olivia made a fart sound with her lips.
“Self-esteem? You haven’t had any of that since you graduated.”
I was twenty-three, fresh out of college, and working a desk in the research department of the same university I’d graduated from.
I hadn’t put much thought into what I wanted to do next, so when the research position came up, I applied and was surprised when I got it.
As most of my friends were still at school and wouldn’t graduate for another two years, I decided to stay on.
At least this way I could enjoy being a student a little longer before heading out into the big wide world with them.
In the meantime, I could earn a little money on the side.
The only drawback was the fact that as I was the only one with a full-time job it left me to pick up the tab every time we went out.
I didn’t mind.
It wasn’t like I had anything else to spend my money on.
No serious job, no steady boyfriend.
If I headed over there and spoke to the random stranger staring at me—I mean us—would he turn me down?
I wasn’t sure I could take the rejection.
I didn’t exactly have the best record.
So maybe now was the time to break the chain.
Did I want to be this shy around guys forever?
No, I decided.
There was a benefit to this guy not knowing who I was.
Meeting new people meant you had a chance to experiment with becoming someone else.
I downed the last of my drink and slammed it on the table.
I nodded to Olivia.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Um, I’m not sure you need to.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s heading directly toward us.”
I turned to peer back at the stranger.
Only, he was no longer there.
He was crossing the dance floor.
Toward me.
I mean, us.
He had a hypnotic way of walking.
He seemed to glide as if his feet never touched the floor.
The lights strobed, blinking blue, green, yellow, all the colors of the rainbow.
Each time the lights blinked, I caught another feature that took my breath away.
His high cheekbones that pulled taut at the skin of his face, giving him the sharp threat of a fashion model.
His wide mouth, ideal for kissing, was curled
