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I pushed past the agitated alien and rushed to the door. “It’s called knocking. People do it to announce their presence and see if the owner of the house is home. Just sit down. I’ll handle this.”
Q’on made a sexy-as-hell growling noise in his throat as he did what I asked. I suppressed a shudder and girded my loins, hoping that whoever was at the door would think I was just flushed from running to answer it.
Three men in dark suits stood on the porch. Dark suits, reflective sunglasses, fancy earbuds, the works. I’m pretty sure I saw a gun under the suitcoat of the one who had been knocking when he lowered his arm.
Feds. Shit.
“Can I help you?” I huffed and puffed a little from my sprint to the door, but I hoped they didn’t read that as guilt.
Fed Number One, the knocker, answered first. “Beg your pardon, ma’am, but we’re with the AARO, and we have some questions for you. I’m Agent Wilson, and these are Agents Smith and Harcourt. Could you tell us please, were you home last night between seventeen and eighteen hundred hours?” He reached out with a package in his hands. “Oh, and here; this was on your stoop when we got here.”
My eyes narrowed, and I grabbed my replacement BOB with one hand while keeping hold of the door with the other so they couldn’t see anything past me. “What’s the AARO?”
“The All-domain Anomaly Resolution Office. We’re with the Department of Defense.”
I was right—Feds. Still sounds sketchy as fuck, but who am I to say? “And what types of anomalies do you guys resolve?”
Agent Harcourt scoffed. “The kind that fall out of the sky and land in Lake Ontario.”
Crap! They were looking for Q’on and his ship. I scrambled for something to say to throw them off his trail. “Like a weather balloon or something? I haven’t seen any of those lately.”
Agent Wilson scowled. “Ma’am, we’re not here on a social call. Were you home last night between seventeen and eighteen hundred or not?”
Jokes weren’t appreciated. Noted. “I was home, yes, and I didn’t see anything fall into the lake besides dead leaves.” Wilson’s hand inched closer to where he kept his not-so-hidden weapon, and I adjusted my tone. “I promise, I saw nothing. It’s just me here, and I was cleaning house most of the day.”
“No unusual lights or sounds? Nothing at all out of the ordinary?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Perfectly normal night.”
Except for the hot alien sex.
Agent Wilson paused, but after a moment he tipped an invisible hat and smiled. “Well, then, apologies for disturbing you, ma’am. Have a pleasant day. Here’s my card in case you remember anything.”
I took the card and shut the door, leaning against the thick wood and listening for their car to leave.
I just lied to the feds. If they found out about Q’on, I was pretty sure I’d be in trouble. Legal trouble. I’d never been in worse legal trouble than a speeding ticket. What was I getting myself into?
Speaking of the devil, Q’on appeared as soon as the agents left. He sidled up close and stroked my cheek, and I tried to ignore the wave of desire that swam through me at his touch. “You did not tell them the truth.”
“No, of course not. I wouldn’t rat you out.” My words came out breathy as his hand drifted down to my neck.
Those strong scaled fingers curled around my throat, and he pressed his body into mine. A small part of my brain screamed at me to get scared, to panic, but a larger part of me wanted him to continue. My pussy clenched when he stroked my neck, and I let out a low whimper as his bulge rubbed my hip.
“You protected me.” He nuzzled his cheek to mine, and I’d almost swear he was purring. “No female has ever risked anything to protect me.”
“I—”
He cut me off with a kiss, and I found myself responding by leaning into it. He started to scoop me up, presumably to take me to the bedroom, but I came to my senses and scrambled away before he could get hold of me, panting. “Wait. We can’t. Not right now.”
“Why?” He took a step toward me, and I stepped back.
“Because I have to work. Your currency won’t help me pay my bills. I have to earn my own.” I ran a hand through my hair to smooth it down. “It’s pretty standard for us humans to need to work for a living. I'm lucky that I can work from home, but I still need to work.”
Q’on cocked his head and frowned. “Can I help you work?”
I thought about it, but there really wasn’t anything about my job that an alien warrior could do without some serious training and backstory, and I just didn’t have time for all that. “No, sorry. Is there anything besides war that you like to do? Maybe if you’ve got a hobby I can find a similar Earth activity for you.”
A wicked grin spread his lips. “I like mating.”
