Chapter 2
Drak’Karren Rasveen, Minister of Defense to the planet Zanthar, trailed behind his target at a reasonable distance.Not that she’d notice me if I walked in front of her, waving my arms over my head and shouting “I'm an alien” at the top of my lungs.
It seemed to him that Dr. Sylvia Cohen’s sister’s head was permanently in the clouds. Or better yet, her head was tucked between the pages of those glossy gossip holo-magazines she bought in bulk.I bet she’s got one tucked in that designer handbag right now,he thought. Next to a metric ton of lip gloss, eye shadow, and mascara.
Drake shook his head, wondering how he even knew what ‘mascara’ was.It’s her fault.
Following around a shallow, fashion-obsessed human had taught him all sorts of things. That high heels with red bottoms were the height of class. That a female’s hair should look different on a daily basis. That the handbag she was currently carrying cost enough to feed a family of four for several months on this backward planet.
But one lesson, in particular, had been harder than all the others to learn.I am not immune to human females’ charms. Or at least one particular female.
Drake scowled as he followed her onto the train platform, maintaining a healthy distance from Jamie Cohen. Although he’d been exposed to images of humans since childhood, along with a multitude of other alien species, he’d never seen them with anything other than intellectual curiosity.
He’d spent the last several months working in close contact with Dr. Sylvia Cohen, Captain Jennifer Brooklyn, and female members of her crew. Not once had he ever experienced any form of attraction to them. When he’d landed on Earth, his alien form disguised, he’d been surrounded by humans of both sexes. None of them had ever made him react.
Until Jamie.
Drake couldn’t figure out why she got under his skin like she did. Maybe it was the way she moved.Like she walks on water.
She boarded the train and Drake followed, entering the other door in the same car. The train was crowded, and he was forced to stand, but he watched as two businessmen immediately gave up their seats for Jamie. She flashed a smile at them both, sat, pulled out her phone and promptly began ignoring them.
Drake grit his teeth. Anytime he’d gotten close to the beautiful Jamie Cohen; she’d treated him the same. A brief acknowledgment, if any, then nothing.
He’d been following her around for a week now, getting to know her habits. She’d been a person of last resort on their list, the least likely person to aid him in infiltrating NASA headquarters. And yet, as every other avenue had led to a dead end, she was now his best hope of accomplishing his mission.
Why did she have to be so goddamn sexy?
The way she laughed. The way her eyes seemed to have their own shine. The way her lips curled up into a slow smile. Her body, similar to her sister’s but with curves all her own. And those fiery red curls, seemingly designed to make him crazy.
He’d had weeks’ worth of uncomfortable erections, but at least he was making headway. Now if he could find a way to use her to gain access into NASA’s secured areas without alerting the enemy.
His body swayed as the train headed away from the platform. Drake considered the circumstances that had led him to be here, now, obsessed with a human female who could never know his true identity.
When Jamie’s sister, Dr. Sylvia Cohen, had crashed through the planetary defense shield on his home world, he should have led the charge to discover how the little Earth craft had accomplished what had seemed to be a technological miracle. Instead, he’d been a prisoner of his people’s ancient enemy, a shape-shifting race known as the Hareema. He’d been replaced by a Hareema double who had almost succeeded in toppling Zanthar’s government.
Once he’d been freed from his cage by Lieutenant Ontarii and his plucky human companion, Captain Brooklyn, Drake had immediately began putting the pieces of the Hareema plot together. All evidence led to Earth being infiltrated by their shape-shifting enemy.
He’d spent months looking at the issue from every angle. And once Kat’Chinna Yarr had returned from her recon mission with the human lieutenant from Captain Brooklyn’s crew with Brook’s ship in tow, his scientists had found the key to infiltrating Earth without being discovered.
They had turned their enemy’s biology to their own advantage. As he stood here, on the Earthling train speeding towards Jamie’s stop, he was cloaked entirely by a thin membrane of Hareema carcass. They’d been able to calibrate it so that he appeared to be a nondescript human male. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Average looks. Someone who could blend in with a crowd.
His height and build, however, had proved exceedingly difficult to mask with the skin-suit. In his bare feet, he was almost seven feet tall and was much more muscular than the average human. Somehow, Zantharian scientists had figured out a way to configure the Hareema suit to make him appear much smaller than he was, much closer to the average human height of around six feet.
Suddenly, Drake’s senses were on high alert. One of the businessmen who had opted to stand so that Jamie and her overlarge handbag had a place to rest was bending to tap Jamie on her shoulder.
He was too far away to hear what they were saying, but he didn’t miss the little moue of annoyance on Jamie’s face. She shook her head, but that didn’t stop the man from resting his hand on her shoulder.
Drake started moving forward, trying to get closer. The numerous passengers in the train car made that no easy feat. Short of shoving his way through the crowd and drawing unwanted attention to himself, he was stuck inching his way past other commuters.
Jamie brushed the man’s hand off, then stood, swinging her handbag onto her shoulder in a motion that screamed agitation.
Drake’s senses went on high alert. If he hadn’t been disguised, the train passengers would have been treated to the sight of a huge yellow-skinned alien intent on violence. Instead, as a nondescript average human male, he was at best ignored and at worst given dirty looks as he pushed his way through the press of bodies.
His eyes followed Jamie as she moved next to the door. Her stop was next. He abandoned his attempts to make it to her side and moved closer to the door nearest him. He slowed his breathing as the train slowed, pulling into the station.
Drake had to be calm, look normal, avoid notice as he stalked his target to her lodgings. The doors at last opened with their customary whoosh, and he made sure Jamie had disembarked before he exited the car.
Avoid notice. Blend in. Look normal. Non-threatening.
