An Alien To Love by Jessica E. Subject Read Free Book Online Page B

flowers rather than just one. What would he do with one tiny flower?
    “It’s for her wrist. I know it’s not fitting to the time period, but I’m sure she’ll love it.”
    He took the container from her, kissing her on the cheek this time. “I appreciate all you’ve done for me. I’m glad to have met you.”
    She nodded. “Now go, before she thinks you’ve stood her up.”
    Rushing out the door, he set his sights on the Castillo Hotel, lights shining brighter than any other on the strip. Long, black cars still arrived with men and woman dressed for the ball. Good. I’m not late .
    He hurried into the hotel and to the ball room, flashing his invitation at the door. He’d made sure to grab it before leaving Connie’s Couture but left his regular clothing there. He wouldn’t need any of the local fashions anyway, for he planned on leaving in the morning. He only hoped his date would come along for the trip.
    Searching the room, worry gnawed at his gut. None of the women inside suited his preferences. Had Madame Evangeline made a mistake? He ducked his head under the ivy-laced trellis to step in farther. He’d been told his date would come up past his stomach. There had to be a woman on Earth fitting that description, and he trusted she waited for him in the room.

 
     
     
Chapter Two
     
     
    Danyka plopped onto the cushioned banquet chair. She’d been on her feet for two hours, mingling with industry professionals. And waiting for her date. At this point, she’d given up on him. He’d either stood her up or spied her from across the room and scurried away. Josh and Tamara had good intentions, but they’d left her disappointed.
    She removed her shoes, sighing as her feet returned to their normal size. Blisters stung below her ankles and on her little toes. How can anyone wear these all day ?
    After sitting down for a few minutes, she contemplated leaving. She had nothing to look forward to for the rest of the night, only a constant reminder of her loneliness. Leaning back, she caught a glimpse of a multitude of stars through the skylights in the arched ceiling. Focusing on the celestial objects allowed her to forget where she was for a moment, at least until someone shoved her into the table as he passed behind her.
    “Watch where you’re going.” Sheesh . He’d had plenty of room to move between the tables, but no, he had to bump into her.
    The man stumbled to glare back at her. “If you took up less space, I wouldn’t have tripped over you. You’re lucky I don’t sue.”
    Sighing, she rolled her eyes. There had to be someplace on Earth, or in the universe, where women over five-foot-six weren’t seen as Amazons. She turned to the dance floor and watched Vanessa and Ellie, in their corsets and long, heavy skirts, gyrating against their own princes. Charming, maybe, but the up-and-coming movie stars acted more like overgrown teenagers on set, playing practical jokes and sharing more of their personal lives than she cared to know. But when her friends had begged to meet them, she’d caved to their wishes.
    The boys enjoyed the attention and had already asked Vanessa and Ellie to escort them to the after party. Which meant they’d become another tick on their scorecards, but she couldn’t tell them any different. They enjoyed the buzz, the attention.
    Like most nights she went out with the girls, Danyka hadn’t been asked to dance. She would have been happy even if someone besides her date had asked. Instead, she sat watching, wishing she were anyone else. Tonight, she hadn’t even needed to act as their DD, designated divider. When her friends needed help getting away from guys who thought they were going to get laid, but hadn’t a hope in hell, she would run interference. No, tonight she had lost all hope.
    Her vibrator called to her, the sole object that continued to bring her pleasure. Why couldn’t she be asked to dance? Once was all she asked for. Instead men went for her shorter