ROMANCE: ALIEN ROMANCE: Captured by the Alien Dragon (Alpha Male Alien Abduction BBW Romance) (Bad Boy Shifter Fantasy Romance) by Natalie Frost Read Free Book Online Page B

really was; she was surprised because she didn’t expect to see what she did, and she was embarrassed because she found him to be very attractive, and his nakedness made her face flush red.
     
    “I’m sorry if I scared you before,” the man said, stepping forward slowly. The chains that were once wrapped around the giant legs of a dragon were now lying on the floor, too large to keep him restrained.
     
    As he stepped towards her, she stepped back. “You…” she started, her words coming out in barely a whisper. “You speak English?”
     
    “I suppose I do,” he said shrugging and smiling at her kindly. “My name is Amias,” he said holding out his hand.
     
    “I’m Nicole,” she said slowly placing her hand in his. When their skin touched she felt the room become warm again, but this time she was sure that it was her nerves that caused her to feel flushed.
     
    “That’s an interesting name,” he said tilting his head to the side.
     
    She couldn’t help but laugh a little. “And Amias isn’t?”
     
    “Now that the introductions are over,” Allen said stepping forward and placing his hand on Nicole’s shoulder, “we should get to work.”
     
    “Get to work?” she asked turning to him.
     
    “I have to show you how to collect the samples.”
     
    “Oh,” she said confused. “We’re going to do that today?”
     
    “We have to get started as soon as possible,” he explained. “Especially with this one,” he said gesturing to Amias.
     
    For a split second, she had forgotten that he was an alien—that he was a specimen that she was to study and research. Turning back to look at the man she felt bad. She didn’t want to subject him to experiment after experiment and test after test. “It’s okay,” he leaned in and whispered in her ear before walking over and taking a seat on the bench in the corner of the room.
     
    Allen exited the room, returning just seconds later with a bag and a clipboard. “You materials are stored in the closet just to the left of the door,” he explained as he walked over to where Amias was sitting.
     
    Nicole followed him cautiously across the room. She watched as he pulled out one item after the next from his bag and explained to her what she was to use them for. Throughout the entire process, Amias sat quietly, staring at her and not taking his eyes from her face. Whenever she looked at him, she got the feeling that he was reading her somehow—that he was looking deep inside her and seeing her inner thoughts.
     
    When Allen handed her a long syringe and instructed her to take the specimen’s blood she felt a ping of guilt surge through her. She took the needle in her hand and ran her finger along the inside of Amias’ arm. When she plunged the needle into his vein, she kept her eyes on her work and resisted the urge to look at him with concern to make sure he was all right.
     
    Silently, she scolded herself for her feelings. She couldn’t help but find him attractive—not just physically either. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way he looked at her, and the way he had tried to comfort her earlier. It was like he knew what she was feeling, and he wanted to make her feel better—she was the one who was going to be examining him, and yet he worried about how she felt.
     
    When Allen finished showing her how to collect all her samples, they collected their things to leave. “Nice to meet you, Nicole,” Amias called out to her as she exited the room.

    She turned to watch the door between them slam shut. Reading the warning again, she turned to Allen. “He doesn’t seem dangerous to me,” she said as they walked down the long hall.
     
    “Don’t let him fool you,” Allen said to her over his shoulder. “You saw what he really is. Do you really think something like that wouldn’t hesitate to turn on you if given the chance?”
     
    She didn’t answer; instead, she tried to let his words sink in. He was right—Amias