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  Alien Breeder’s Claim

  Tammy Walsh

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  1. Ava

  2. Kayal

  3. Ava

  4. Kayal

  5. Ava

  6. Kayal

  7. Ava

  8. Kayal

  9. Ava

  10. Kayal

  11. Ava

  12. Kayal

  13. Ava

  14. Kayal

  15. Ava

  16. Kayal

  17. Ava

  18. Kayal

  19. Ava

  20. Kayal

  21. Ava

  22. Kayal

  23. Ava

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  1. Isabella

  2. Ras

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  Ava

  “The next guy that walks through that door is yours,” Isabella said. “Trust me.”

  Trust her?

  The last time I did that, I ended up with a boyfriend who never called unless it was for a late-night booty call.

  He dumped me via text message last night.

  Jason.

  The guy I was pining over right now on this drowsy Saturday morning in a crammed coffee shop.

  No, I didn’t think I would be trusting her again any time soon.

  “I don’t think so,” I said.

  “Jason’s a loser. You need to move on, forget about him, and find someone else.”

  “I know Jason wasn’t much good—” I said.

  “There’s an understatement,” Isabella snorted.

  “—but he was still my boyfriend.”

  “‘Boyfriend’ implies some kind of longevity. He was your fuck body.”

  I screwed up my face at the terminology, but it was true, wasn’t it?

  I’d hoped the relationship would develop beyond booty calls but it never did.

  That was the good thing about Isabella.

  She always said what was on her mind and never let a simple thing like the feelings of others get in her way.

  “I thought he might be different,” I said pitifully.

  Isabella leaned over the tiny circular table between us and placed a hand on mine.

  “They are never different, honey. You need to remember you get what you fish for. I hate to say it, but you’ve got the worst taste in men.”

  I pulled my hand back.

  Okay, so sometimes Isabella’s strength could also be her weakness.

  Sometimes a friend needed to be understanding.

  “You hardly have better taste!” I said. “They fuck you and leave!”

  Isabella shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her coffee.

  “But I want that. That’s the difference between us. You want a knight in shining armor to swoop down and slay the dragons of your problems, and then whisk you off to his castle so you can live the rest of your life in happiness. Life doesn’t work that way.”

  I felt my lips quiver and the tears wobbled in my eyes, making Isabella swim as if I was experiencing a flashback in an old movie.

  I flopped onto the table and leaned my head on my arms.

  “Why can’t I just find a semi-decent guy? Do I have ‘victim’ written across my back or something?”

  Isabella peered over my head at my back.

  “Maybe you do, but I can’t see it. Then again, maybe it’s not words. You might be giving off pheromones that attract every bum, loser, and player within sniffing distance.”

  “So what do I do about it?” I snapped. “How do I change my pheromones?”

  “Buy some new perfume.”

  I chuckled despite myself.

  It was a snorting, ugly thing.

  I sat up and wiped the sleeve of my baggy hoodie across my nose.

  Isabella smiled at me and placed her hand on mine.

  “Don’t worry about it. You’re young, beautiful, and there are plenty more guys to make a mistake with out there before you find the right one.”

  She stroked my hand with her thumb.

  A thought occurred to her and she reached into her pocket.

  She took out her wallet and hesitated a moment before taking a flower out of a small side pocket and pinned it to the front of my hoodie.

  It was a simple origami rose.

  “What’s this?” I said.

  “A gift someone gave me once. A little boy called Michael.”

  “Michael?”

  “He was the first boy I ever loved. He loved me too. It was the purest love I’ve ever had. A shame we were only seven at the time. He ended up moving away and I never saw him again. I swore I would never stop looking for pure love like that. I might sometimes come off the tracks but this little rose reminded me of what’s out there so long as you keep looking for it.”

  I’d never heard of Michael or this story before.

  I moved to take the paper rose off.

  “I can’t take this.”

  Isabella placed her hand on mine.

  “Keep it. You need it more than I do. I still have the memory of Michael to cling to. You don’t have anything.”

  Rain patted the coffee shop’s glass walls, forming streaks across its surface.

  If my internal emotions could affect the weather, this was how it would look.

  It was dark and dingy, a cloudy sky masked with grey.

  Exactly the kind of day I wished it wasn’t.

  But would I feel any better if it was bright and chirpy?

  No.

  That would have been even worse.

  It would have left me lamenting why the universe was torturing me.

  “You want my advice?” Isabella said.

  I don’t know why she asked.

  She was going to give it to me no matter what I said.

  “Grab the next guy that walks through that door, make sure he’s single, then have a crazy one-night stand with him. Go wild and lose your inhibitions. Get Jason out of your head and another guy’s cock inside you. That’s what you need. A good rebound. The more gorgeous he is, the better.”

  I shook my head.

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Sure you can. You just won’t.”

  The idea of screwing around was never a very attractive proposition to me.

  I needed stability, knowledge I was important to him, that he wouldn’t just toss me aside.

  But hadn’t that happened anyway?

  Every guy I dated treated me the same way.

  So what difference did a one-night stand make?

  Isabella must have noticed the quirk in my eye.

  She beamed at me, mildly surprised.

  “You’re game?”

  “What? No. Of course not!”

  “You’re game. I can sense it. Hopefully, the next guy that walks through that door is as hot as hell.”

  She peered over my shoulder at the glass door and the electronic bell rang.

  The Last Sip was hip, trendy, and spread over two levels.

  It had high ceilings with cross beams that were the only remaining original feature.

  “Let’s see who you’ll be hooking up with today, shall we?” Isabella g
rinned.

  I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help glancing over my shoulder and peering in the direction of the door.

  It was fun to play the game, even if I had no intention of taking part.

  The rain hissed and grew in volume as the shop’s latest patron opened the door.

  The man that stepped inside was tall and skinny, with a long face and a pinched mouth that wasn’t accustomed to smiling.

  He peered around as if looking for someone.

  My hopes sank.

  I turned to Isabella and shook my head pleadingly.

  Isabella shook her head, reflecting my disappointment back at me.

  “The universe has spoken…”

  She shifted her weight to get to her feet and approach my apparent white knight in shining armor when the guy raised his hand and waved at a couple of nerdy friends at a table on the other side of the bustling shop.

  He headed over to them, removed his frenched anorak, and hung it over the back of his chair, the water sloshing onto the wooden floor.

  He leaned over and kissed the only female at the table on the cheek.

  Isabella eased back onto the chair.

  “Lucky escape. The next guy it is then.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “I don’t like this game.”

  “You will if the right guy walks through those doors.”

  The right guy.

  There was no ‘right guy.’

  I thought over my short-lived relationship with Jason and wondered if it wasn’t my fault.

  Maybe it wasn’t my pheromones but something much deeper.

  Maybe the guys I went with were what I deserved.

  If the universe was determined to present me with losers, who was I to complain?

  Maybe I should just hold my nose and accept they were to be my lot in life.

  I’d grown up watching my parents arguing and knew I didn’t want to end up like them.

  I wanted something better, something I had never seen growing up.

  At least, not in my household.

  But it was there in Annie, my childhood friend’s, home.

  I grew up jealous of the warmth and easy relationship her parents shared.

  Annie always rolled her eyes when they hugged and kissed and laughed, sharing personal jokes, the bond strong and almost visible.

  I would watch them, wishing I had something like that waiting for me back home.

  Maybe that was the problem, I thought.

  I always chased that same perfection.

  Maybe their relationship wasn’t as good as it looked.

  Maybe there were problems just beneath the surface I wasn’t privy to.

  Maybe I only ever saw them after their Friday night of lovemaking when everything was rosy and full of possibility.

  And maybe I was only desperate.

  My chin slumped back onto my arms.

  I fingered a pool of froth on the tabletop from where Isabella had spilled her coffee.

  I drew an unhappy face.

  “Hold the phone,” Isabella said. “Oh boy. It looks like the universe has some meaty plans in store for you today.”

  I didn’t even lift my head.

  “Who is he? One of the Clampetts?”

  “He’s not a Clampett. A crumpet, more like.”

  Her eyes were wide and bulging.

  They slid along one glass wall as the object of her interest approached the front door.

  The electronic bell sounded.

  “Have a gander,” Isabella said. “Trust me, in years to come, you’ll recall the first time you laid eyes on him and your future changed for good.”

  Despite myself, I was intrigued.

  I slowly turned around in the direction of the door.

  My mouth dropped open and stared after the guy.

  I could understand Isabella’s reaction.

  He was tall and broad.

  The rain had soaked his clothes, making his shirt cling to his muscular torso.

  His wavy hair lay plastered across his forehead and droplets dripped to the floor.

  Standing there, drenched head to foot, but looking none the worse for it, stood one of the most gorgeous creatures I had ever laid eyes on.

  His eyes surveyed the room, sweeping over it methodically.

  Probably looking for someone, I thought.

  And boy, do I wish it was me.

  Nothing appeared to hold much interest for him.

  His eyes finally came to mine…

  And stopped.

  His eyes glinted golden.

  Unable to look away, they pinned me in place.

  I felt a distant click as if two parts of a jigsaw puzzle had slipped into place.

  He stared at me and I stared right back.

  He strode across the large coffee shop and approached an empty table.

  His eyes never left mine.

  Oh. My. God.

  It was probably bad manners to keep staring at someone like this, slack-jawed and drooling.

  But I couldn’t pull my eyes from his.

  Finally, he sat down and broke the bond between us.

  I slowly turned in my seat to look back at Isabella.

  She beamed at me.

  “He’s the one. I know it.”

  “He’s… probably here to meet someone.”

  There was no way a creature as splendid as him could be single.

  Was there?

  “There’s only one way to find out,” Isabella said. “Go to him.”

  I shook my head.

  “If you don’t go over there, I will. And did you see the way he looked to you? Honestly, I’ve seen wolves with less hunger.”

  Cool reality settled into my bones.

  “He wouldn’t be interested in me.”

  Isabella slapped my hand.

  “Don’t let those loser pheromones seep out through your pores. Now’s not the time or the place. You should speak with him.”

  “And embarrass myself? I don’t think so.”

  It was strange, I thought.

  It wasn’t just his appearance that drew me in.

  It was… something else.

  That click I heard symbolized something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

  A spark, I realized.

  That’s what it was.

  Our eyes meeting and clicking like that were like bringing two flint rocks together and igniting something deep in my chest.

  The deep longing for someone to sweep me off my feet.

  My white knight.

  Don’t be so stupid, I snapped.

  It’s not love.

  It’s lust.

  I doubted many females wouldn’t feel the same way toward him.

  He was a dish after all.

  A dish that deserved to be consumed with gusto.

  “He’s getting up.”

  Isabella announced it as if it were breaking news.

  “You should go order another coffee.”

  “I haven’t finished this one yet.”

  “It doesn’t matter about the damn coffee! Grab a muffin. I’m hungry.”

  “You never eat breakfast.”

  “Today I’ll make an exception. Go.”

  Panic swelled in my chest.

  Daydreaming about the guy and taking action were completely different things.

  “I look horrible. And I’m suffering from a breakup.”

  “You do look horrible, I’ll give you that. But if you don’t join him in the line soon one of these tarts will.”

  I cast an eye over the adjacent tables and noticed each of them staring openly in his direction.

  Half their number sighed deeply—some even while sitting with their husbands and dreaming their own imaginings of what it would be like to be swept off their feet by the stranger who’d just entered their lives.

  Others were old enough to be his mother—even his grandmother!

  With so much competition, what chance did I have?

>   “I’m not in the mood. I need to get over Jason first. Then I can go fishing.”

  For the first time since the hunk had entered the coffee shop, Isabella tore her eyes from him and focused on me.

  She placed a hand on mine.

  “Listen to me. Normally, I would agree with you. Even jerks like Jason can bury their claws deep inside you. You can’t fuck a guy without some sort of bond forming. But that’s over now. You can mourn over him later. And when you go fishing for someone to replace that insignificant hole he left in your heart, you can find another tiny shard of plankton like him any day of the week. But when a whale like this comes into your life, you have to grab it with both hands and take advantage of it. Otherwise, you’ll regret what could have been.”

  Her words had a surprising effect on me.

  She wasn’t usually this deep or thoughtful.

  A flicker of hope percolated through my cloud of depression, caused by Jason’s flimsy excuse of being too busy and not having the time to give me a “proper” relationship.

  My fears of this hunk turning me down wouldn’t be as painful now as a day when I felt at my best.

  So what difference would approaching him make?

  None, I realized.

  I couldn’t sink much lower.

  I peered over at the hunk and checked out his awesome tight ass waving at me as if to say hello.

  I found myself drifting up out of my chair and floating toward him.

  I might have been controlled by a puppet master.

  Perhaps I was—Isabella.

  I drew up behind him in the line, the curve of his chin peering at the menu board, scanning the items.

  Well, there was something new on the menu, not yet advertised.

  Me.

  And I didn’t have to cost a dime.

  I shut my eyes and shook my head.

  Isabella’s thoughts had become my own.

  Heaven help me.