The Visitor: Alien Hunger Special Edition by Kaitlyn O'Connor Read Free Book Online Page B

nub!
    It totally sucked that she hadn’t been
able to get in, see what she’d gone to see, and get out without
being spotted! She’d been convinced she could and it was really
unsettling that he’d spotted her, but irrelevant, she was
sure.
    She nearly had heart failure when she
rounded the corner of the club and a man stepped out of the
shadows. She’d already sucked in a breath to scream when she
recognized him.
    “ Did you see what you came
to see?” he asked grimly.
    Chelsey stared at Garryk, trying to
wrap her mind around the fact that he’d caught up to her when she’d
been sure there was no way in hell he could even if he’d wanted to.
The urge to pretend she not only didn’t have a clue of what he was
talking about, but she’d had no idea he would be in the club, was
so strong she didn’t even examine it for flaws. “Uh … you work
here?”
    He grabbed her arm, glanced around the
parking lot, and then dragged her through a door she hadn’t even
seen. She saw a narrow hallway and then he dragged her through
another door and into what was clearly a storage room. Without
pausing, he led her down a narrow aisle to the back side of the
room before he released her. “You want to tell me why you came if
you were only going to dash out the door the minute I saw
you?”
    Resentment flickered through her. “You
saw me?”
    His expression hardened. “You bet your
ass I did,” he growled, shifting closer, “or we wouldn’t be having
this conversation, would we? What’s going on, Chelsey?”
    She blinked at him, swallowing
convulsively a few times. “I’m not one of your … groupies, if
that’s what you’re thinking!” she said tightly. “I didn’t even know
you worked here! I just came with some friends to watch the
show.”
    “ Male or
female?”
    She gaped at him. “What?”
    “ Your imaginary
friends.”
    She felt her face heat. “Female!” she
said tightly.
    “ Names?”
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why
don’t you tell me why you think I’m here?”
    He tilted his head, studying her. She
stepped back when he crowded her again and discovered she’d run out
of retreating room and hit the wall. He planted a hand on either
side of her. “Let me guess—you figured you ought to do a little
research to see just how much trouble you might be in for letting
me stick my dick in you without protection. And now you’ve seen me
at work you figure they don’t make enough antiseptic to
decontaminate you. Am I warm or cold?”
    Chelsey gaped at him, feeling the
blood drain from her face and then rush back with a vengeance. “I
wasn’t … thinking about that.”
    He lifted his dark brows. “No? Just
checking out the trash your sister brought in, then?”
    She stared at him, realizing abruptly
that he wasn’t just angry. He was defensive, and he was never
defensive unless he felt threatened in some way. “That’s not fair!
I never thought that about you, Garryk. Never.”
    Surprise flickered through his eyes.
“So … you finally remembered who I am. Tell me, did you remember
that before or after I fucked you? Or did it just sort of click in
place later?”
    Chelsey flinched. “I guess … I guess
that answers that question. Does it matter?”
    “ It does to me,” he
growled.
    “ Why?” Chelsey asked
bitterly, looking away.
    He cupped her cheek, forcing her to
look at him again. “Why do you think, baby?” he asked harshly,
dipping down to cover her mouth in a kiss that was rough with the
anger still pumping through him.
    Chelsey stiffened, struggling with the
twin desires to yield instantly to temptation and to sooth whatever
distress she’d caused him. At the same time, she realized she
couldn’t afford to yield to either urge. She was too vulnerable to
him, too susceptible to his charms, but no amount of trying to
reason with her libido served her. Despite the roughness, maybe
because something inside of her recognized the hurt that prompted
it even while she didn’t