Free Alien Romance: Star Light Pilot (Sci-Fi Alien Invasion Abduction Fantasy Warrior Hero Space Opera Romance) (Science Fiction Mystery Dragon Shifter Paranormal Urban Short Stories) by Emma Taylor

made me wonder if I wanted to know how.
    The limo drove into an underground garage, and pulled up to a red carpet. Seriously, a red carpet! We stepped up to the doors and a man and a woman were waiting. They had a suitcase between them and Donna recognized it.
    “That is mine,” she exclaimed.
    “Yes Miss,” said the young, pretty woman in a suit. “I picked up your clothes as requested. I choose what I thought you might need. I hope it is to your satisfaction. I am Carolyn.” The woman had red hair and freckles. She was obviously very personal but now that I was aware what to look for I saw a bulge in her suit that probably indicated a gun. Her partner was named Mark.
    “Thank you Carolyn. I really appreciate it. I am told we are dining here. Is there a place I could change? I don't think work clothes are appropriate.” We were directed to the nearest lavatory. The security checked it first and then we were allowed in. As we entered Donna turned to the security.
    “Hey Carolyn, is this the kind of place the Kardashians go to?” She snorted sarcastically and we laughed. At least going into hiding had some fun to it, I told myself. I was trying to deflect the worry and fear.
    At dinner Donna and I felt like Cinderella at the ball. As we passed through the reception area there were people there in the finest clothing and jewelry. They spoke with a sort of accent that did not come from any specific locale. It was boarding school English, clipped and precise with attitude. We were shown to a private dining area where the waiters’ only duty was making sure we all were taken care of.
    “So Victoria, do you think I make as much as they do?” Donna asked me during dessert, as she nodded to the retreating servers.
    “Not a chance. They make more than you will when you are running my shop.” Everyone laughed, but Donna gave me a surprised look and squeezed my hand. I smiled and nodded to let her know I meant it about running my shop.
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    After dinner we were escorted up to our rooms. Two guards waited outside each, after checking them of course. Terry and Don were the two men outside my suite. Unlike most hotels I had ever been in, my room was completely different from Donna's. The bathrooms resembled individual spas with garden tubs. Each had different creams and body lotions that seemed to be catered to our separate tastes. I questioned how that could be possible.
    “Well,” Donna answered as we looked out the picture window at a Central Park view. “Someone went to my place to get my stuff. Very little snooping would let them know what my tastes are. For you I would guess Axel, or Max smelled your perfume or oils and took a guess. Oh wait, Max went up to your apartment with you to get your things.” Donna grinned at me. I was pleased she had come up with a logical answer to my question. I smiled, remembering being embarrassed by how low-rent I must appear to a man like Max Steele. My attraction for him had become stronger and it was becoming a distraction in the midst of such strange happenings.
    “You have to know by now that both men have the serious hots for their Barrista’s charm.” I shook my head. I knew she was right and it made me feel warm deep inside, as well as slightly anxious.
    “Come on Donna. I have nothing to offer men like that. Look around.” She glanced at me, took my arm and led me over to the wet bar.
    “Look Vicky, take the money out of it.” She put some ice in two tumblers; crystal by the looks of them. “Just take the money out of it and then see what we have for you.” I laughed softly.
    “How? That glass probably cost as much as a new outfit. Hell I can't afford a new outfit right now.” She poured a bourbon for me and a vodka tonic for herself.
    “Easy girlfriend. Those men are caring gentlemen who go out of the way to help people. I am not just talking about us.” I remembered him helping George staple the tarp over my window. I also knew he got a news paper from Gaspar