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“Earth girls aren’t easy,” the hunky stranger from another planet tells Angie when she puts the brakes on their erotic encounter. But what else can she do when she finds out just how far out of town he’s from?

Danek had two reasons to visit planet Earth. One was straightforward—deliver a package for the woman his lord commander had whisked away without stopping to ask if she had any unfinished business to wrap up first. The other was more complicated, continuing his search for his bondmate among the women of that world.

The package errand led him to Angela Robbins, where Danek discovers two things. First, that he’s found his bondmate, the woman whose psychic wavelength matches his and who has the latent psychic ability to receive his telepathic thoughts. And second, that convincing her of this will take all his considerable seductive skill along with new heights of ingenuity. He might be alien, but Danek’s all male and determined to win his woman with pleasure that’s out of this world!

Not entirely work-safe excerpt after the jump…

EARTH GIRLS AREN’T EASY
Copyright CHARLENE TEGLIA, 2007.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave, Inc.

Angela Robbins made another double skinny decaf latte and nearly bit a hole in her tongue to keep from asking what was the point? Skim milk instead of rich cream? Decaf instead of a caffeine kick to get the blood pumping? And to add insult to injury, the woman had asked for vanilla flavoring. Vanilla. The un-flavor. The sugar-free version, too, so even the sweetness was fake.

But she was a professional, so she kept her opinions to herself, smiled, handed over the paper cup full of denial and thought, So help me God, I will never order a fake drink.

Nothing but the real thing, all the way. In fact, she could really go for a caramel macchiato right now. Rich, smooth, hot, the flavors of cream and dark roasted beans and sweet caramel melting on her tongue… She nearly moaned out loud at the very thought.

She closed her eyes just for a minute, really enjoying her mini-fantasy break now that Fake Coffee Customer was gone, taking her fake boobs and fake hair with her. She imagined savoring the heat and sweetness and opened her eyes to find herself staring at a chest.

A large male chest. With some serious muscles. The chest, six-pack abs and droolworthy biceps that sported intricate tattoos were displayed more than covered by a leather vest.

Angie gave an internal sigh even as she admired the sight. She knew what a physique like that meant. Weightlifter. Body Nazi. The type who wouldn’t defile the purity of his temple with caffeine, sugar or cream.

Another fake drink coming up. She wanted to scowl and forced herself to smile as she raised her eyes to meet his. It seemed like they had to travel a long ways to get there and the terrain was so nice to look at that she didn’t hurry, and by the time her brown eyes made contact with deep blue, the smile had turned genuine.

“What is car-a-mel macchiato?” Bodybuilder Man asked the question in a deep voice that slid over her skin like a caress and Angie fought the urge to respond with something completely unprofessional and inappropriate.

“An espresso drink,” she managed to say instead. “My favorite. Highly recommend it. It’s probably against your workout plan, though.”

He frowned at her, looking tall, blond and puzzled but undeniably gorgeous. And built. Then the frown smoothed away and he smiled. “Ah. You think I am too disciplined for pleasure.” He leaned a little closer and said in a low voice, “It is my discipline that will ensure your pleasure.”

Angie blinked and shook her head to clear it. Because no way had she just heard right. “Excuse me?”

“I do not think I will.” His smile widened and then Angie had to grab onto the counter because out of nowhere pleasure shot through her, centered around the sensitive flesh between her legs, and burst into a supernova of an orgasm, taking her from a mild buzz of interest to shooting over the edge of fulfillment in about half a second.

She clung to the counter, staring stupidly at the customer who wanted something from her, something that came in a cup with a sleeve so he wouldn’t burn his fingers, and she’d think of whatever it was in just a minute. Any minute now. Right after she got a hold of herself and figured out why she was having hallucinatory orgasms at work.

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