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Chapter 1
“How about a Draxdan for this female?” Heather Roberts raised her tablet to show her best friend and boss, Vegas Munro, the latest match she’d discovered.
“What’s her temperament like? Draxdans hate drama.” Vegas tapped her finger on the desk.
They sat in the front office of My Single Alien, the premier and only licensed agency to match human females with horny aliens.
Heather twisted a blonde curl around one finger. “She’s stable. She’s got no violations, and there’s nothing on record about bad relationships. I’ve checked all the social media sites. She’s bad-mouthed no one. No bitchy comments. No evil jokes about burning her ex-boyfriend’s clothes in the yard.”
“She sounds like a saint. Her match will be pleased she’s not a bunny boiler.” Vegas grinned. “It looks good. Nice job.”
Heather smiled. She loved making matches at My Single Alien. It had taken her a few months to get used to the fact she now did her job on a space station a thousand miles from Earth, but once she’d done that, it was a breeze. Aliens and humans made surprisingly good matches, and Heather could detect a potential life pair as soon as she saw them together.
“That’s eight matches so far, two Galaxars, one Draxdan, two Retars, a Rolan, and two Lillips.”
“Only three more to go, and we’ll have hit our target for today,” Vegas checked her wrist comm, “which is good. I need to leave soon.”
“Have you got a hot date tonight?” Heather waggled her eyebrows. Heather knew every date Vegas had was hot these days, since she’d paired up with the gorgeous Solan. He was a scorching hot, muscled Galaxar, with a serious case of being head over heels in love with Vegas. It was too cute.
“Just the usual.” Vegas studied her own tablet.
“Which is? Come on, you have to give me something. I live my love life vicariously through you and your yummy alien.”
“You can always find yourself a yummy alien.”
Vegas never kissed and told, but Heather knew their love life was on fire. Sometimes, Vegas had three cushions on her chair and winced every time she sat down. Galaxars were known to be well-built in every area of their anatomy. She wasn’t being a pervert in knowing this. She had to study alien appendages as part of her job. It was all a part of providing top-quality service to any alien in need of their expertize.
“Not without risking Diadora’s wrath.” Heather was terrified of their boss, Diadora Hardwick. “I still can’t believe she’s letting you see Solan.”
Vegas shrugged. “We came to an... arrangement. I don’t flaunt Solan too much, and she pretends she knows nothing about it.”
Heather flicked to the new aliens on their list to match with a human. “I could match Diadora with an alien. That woman does not have enough steamy sex in her life. If she got some action under the sheets, I’m sure she’d be nicer to everyone.”
“It might take more than a romp in the sack with a cute alien to thaw her out.”
“I’ll make a few discreet inquiries. I could leave some details of available aliens on her desk.”
“And be her next target when she wants to test how strong her cyborg arm is?” Vegas shook her head. “You’re braver than I am.”
“A hot alien, that’s all she needs to make her life better.”
“Speaking of hot aliens, how’s yours?”
Heather lifted her tablet to hide her face. “I don’t know who you mean. I’m single.”
“Of course you are.” Vegas pushed Heather’s tablet down until she saw her eyes. “I must be imagining the seven-foot gorgeous alien with horns lurking around the office?”
“You must be. We would notice if there was someone like that in here.”
“Okay. He’s not literally in the office. But Loka doesn’t need to walk past here a dozen times a day.”
“He might. His lab is at the end of the corridor. The poor alien needs to take a comfort break now and again.”
“How do you know that?”
“That he needs a comfort break? He’s an alien, not Superman. Actually, does Superman need to go to the toilet? How does he manage in those tights and pants over the top outfit?” Heather switched over to her web browser, meaning to post the question in her favorite superhero fandom group.
Vegas tutted. “You know I’m not talking about that. Have you been to Loka’s lab?”
