Free Alien Romance: The Space Dragon's Owned: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) by Ashley Hunter Page B

Ren wasn't one to be pedantic.
    "You?" Anslee snorted. "You're one of the bachelorettes?"
    Ren could see a couple of the women giving her sympathetic looks. The other women in the room were nice and Ren had done a circuit of the room getting to know everyone; it was in her nature to be nice to people. But Anslee was known to be a catty person. The nineteen-year-old didn't believe in being nice to get friends or for the sake of it; she was only nice when she needed something.
    Ren braced herself. She had dealt with bullies like Anslee all her life; she wasn't going to cower before her now.
    "Alasia decided I could bring in some money." Ren adjusted the V-neck so it covered more of her cleavage, which felt too revealing. "It is for charity, after all."
    "Alasia needs her eyes tested." Anslee gave her a scathing look and snorted pityingly. "You're not pretty enough. You wouldn't fetch even triple figures in."
    There was a gasp from someone. Ren rolled her eyes and placed a hand on a cocked hip.
    "And why would that be, Miss Thompson?" She asked. "Because I'm not slim like you? Beautiful doesn't mean what you look like on the outside. I'm not the correct weight for my height but that's not going to stop me from being beautiful."
    "You believe fat is beautiful?"
    Anslee was looking at her like she was crazy. Ren raised an eyebrow.
    "Do you believe thin is beautiful when you're a bitch on the inside? It isn't a good look."
    Anslee was still staring at her but Ren didn't cower. She had faced many girls like Anslee at school. They didn't scare her then and Anslee didn't scare her now.
    Finally, to Ren's surprise, Anslee smiled and barked out a laugh. She went to a nearby chair and sat, crossing her long legs as she reached into her purse.
    "You've got some spunk on you." She retrieved a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "I'll give you that."
    "Plus I've got a bucket list and this is on it." Ren added. "Raising money for charity."
    "A bucket list? Are you dying or something?"
    Ren's heart clenched. It wasn't that obvious, was it? She had managed to keep the tremors to a minimum with her medication. No one could have seen it.
    "I just want to try things once." She said quickly.
    "Is having sex with a hot guy on your list as well?"
    Ren blushed.
    "Not really."
    "Liar." Anslee grinned as she lit up a cigarette. "That would be my bucket list. A long list of who I would want to fuck."
    Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cringe.
    "Isn't that a little...?"
    "Sluttish?" Anslee shrugged. "I know it does. But if I'm dying, I want to go out with a smile on my face, not thinking about what ifs." She blew a stream of smoke at Ren, who wafted it away as it came in her direction. "And I know who would be on the top of that list. Brock Willier."
    "Billionaire Brock Willier?"
    Ren had heard of Brock but had never seen him. There weren't even any pictures of him. If it wasn't for word of mouth, the man might not even exist. Every woman whispered about him but a very rare few got to see him. Ren knew she would never get that honour and, frankly, didn't really care. But it was nice to think what he looked like.
    "The one and only. Barely any woman can get near him and those that succeed do say he is smoking hot in bed." Anslee sat back and drew on her cigarette again. "Perfecto for a one-off fuck."
    "How so?"
    "No emotions. Guy's as ice-cold as they come. He'll fuck you so you remember it for the rest of your life but you'd better not outstay your welcome or expect a second go." Anslee flicked some ash onto the floor. "One-off type of guy."
    Ren shuddered.
    "He doesn't sound very nice."
    "Everyone says that about him. The most eligible bachelor this side of the United States and he doesn't give a damn."
    Ren grunted.
    "Doesn't sound like a title he's interested in." She surmised.
    "He'll come round one day." Anslee smirked and winked. "And I hope I'm there to be a part of it."
    Ren hoped that Brock Willier had some sense not to go near Anslee Thompson.