Page 1 of Axon’s Lust

Chapter 1

Jennifer Rose

Working at a place dominated by males is hard for a woman, especially one like me. I detest being looked down on just because of my chromosomes.

I work as a data analyst at the Intergalactic Agency, a confidential organization made by the government, and separated from a bigger division located in Area 51. Basically it’s our job to search for intelligent life in outer space, and to do that, we send out satellites to gather data, and it’s my job to create informational messages if any from that data captured.

So far, we’ve got nothing, which doesn’t make for the most exciting job. That doesn’t mean I’m not busy though, far from it. I analyze every single piece of data multiple times so I don’t miss anything, and we’re constantly on the lookout for variations in data and alien existence.

On the outside, I live a fairly normal, if not boring life. I have a few close friends, but you won’t find me hanging out in the bars or nightclubs very often. I’m mostly devoted to my work.

I was dating someone. His name was Michael. He was a thirty-three-year-old investment banker who was good in bed, and he had a great body.

I mean what more could a girl ask for, right?

“You’re settling,” Lisa said, her eyes narrowing, and her tone completely deadpanned. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been waiting for this.

I pointedly looked at my watch and hummed thoughtfully.

“Wow! You didn’t even wait for dessert this time.” I told her.

We sat at a table in a café overlooking the Grand Park across the street. It was a great place for people watching and judging others, and by others, I meant couples. I was always observing the happy-looking ones walking hand-in-hand, and genuinely looking like they were into each other, as opposed to the ones ignoring their partner with their noses stuck in their phones, or walking around with frowns on their faces. The happy couples were engaged in flirtatious conversations, and the men were always doing something gentlemanly and romantic, like stopping the girl from stepping into a small puddle… the dickheads.

I was bitter. I was jealous.

I wanted that.

“Well, you’re going out with that Michael guy, aren’t you?” Lisa said, folding her arms in front of her chest as she leaned back against her chair, shaking her head at me. “That’s what I call ‘settling’.” She remarked.

“Yes, Lisa, I know that. You’ve been telling me almost daily since I started seeing him.” I replied.

“And despite my constant reminders, it doesn’t look like it’s sticking,” she said evenly. “That man is awful and a terrible date.” She continued. “How could you keep seeing him? There is someone out there so much better for you, I promise.” She said confidently.

“Can I get some more wine, please?” I called loudly, raising my wine glass towards the waiter. I was going to need it in order to get through this lecture again.

“Yes, Lisa. I know he’s awful, but he’s good at sex, and he has a great body, and right now, that is pretty much all I need.” I said as I drank the last of my wine, holding my empty glass up for the waiter. I caught him biting his lip as he tried to restrain from smiling at my remark.

“Yes, yes, all of that is great,” Lisa said, waving her hand in the air to placate me. “You’re getting laid! Congratulations! But you know and I know you need more than that. You need romance and passion, just like I do, just like we all do!” she said, and I scoffed at her.

“Well, what is it you want me to do?” I asked.

“I’m not saying you should stop having sex with him,” she answered, rolling her eyes. “But maybe you should stop giving him so much of your time and energy. Lord knows the man doesn’t deserve it. Invite him over, do your business, and then force him to leave. That’s what I do,” she suggested.

“Yes, I’m very aware of your MO when it comes to sexual partners,” I said snidely. “I’ll take it into consideration, but if he wants to buy me dinner tonight, then I should at least let him do that,” I said. Lisa snickered and shook her head.

“I think you mean to say ‘if he buys you dinner’. Doesn’t he have a nasty habit of inviting you out, and then coming up with some lame excuse for you to pay in the end?” she reminded me.

“Can we just order now? I’m starving,” I said, changing the subject as quickly as I could. I felt so annoyed with myself because I told her so much about Michael, and now she’s dishing it back at me.

There was such a thing as giving someone too much data, and as a data analyst, I should have known better.

***

Hours after Lisa and I went our separate ways, I sat across a table in a black sequined dress at the trendiest and most expensive restaurant in the city. I had my brown hair fixed high on my head in a flattering, messy bun, and wore lots of mascara to accentuate my blue eyes. To finish off my look, I went with a nude lipstick to go with my thigh high stockings and garter belt discreetly hidden under my knee length dress.

That part of my ensemble was for later, and it wasn’t for Michael’s pleasure at all, just a confidence booster I’ve been craving for lately.

Michael sat across from me, devouring his food, and hardly coming up for air. He wore a dark grey suit that looked great on his fit body. He hovered low over his plate like it was going to run away, shoveling more and more food into his mouth as I tried to make some sort of conversation