Celestial Mates Complete Series Box Set (Books 1-5) (Alien SciFi Romance) Page 2

  Stepping into the hallway, she motioned the woman and child forward. “Sarah, you know the rules. Shower, sleep, use the nutrient port but don’t mess with my things.”

  “As always, I agree to your terms. Me and my little one thank you.”

  Jen smiled wearily. “No sense in my bed sitting empty all night while you sleep on the ground. Perhaps one day Earth Gov will be able to provide for all its people equally.”

  Arriving at Rose’s home, her spirits picked up to see the get together was in full swing. Wading through the throng of women in the huge custom-designed suite made her smile. People touched her and called out to her as she passed, making her feel welcome. Plopping down beside Rose on her huge wraparound sofa, she looked over at her smiling friend.

  “What’s up, girlfriend?”

  “Earned enough to support myself for the next several months today.”

  Rose’s smile grew to a huge grin. “You’ve got talent. I want you to work your magic on me. I need something special to wear to meet the Krylon delegation.”

  Jennifer turned to her friend. “Don’t tease me. Did your father invite you to the initial greeting?”

  “Yep, and I don’t have a thing to wear.”

  Smiling, Jen bit her bottom lip. “I have some ideas.”

  “I knew you would. I’ve just been thinking about this whole Krylon offer.”

  Jen teased her overly studious friend. “I’m sure your gears have been working overtime. Tell me what’s been eating at you about this.”

  “They want to trade us for all kinds of nifty stuff Earth needs. I’d say bring on the hunks but hells bells. We don’t know a freaking thing about them. What if they have two dicks, three tongues, or poop out their elbows? We gotta get more information.”

  “Can’t you just ask your dad? He’s the ambassador handling the negotiations. If he doesn’t know, he can definitely find that kind of thing out.”

  “Girl, are you even hearing the words coming out of your mouth. Like there is a small chance in hell I’m going to have a conversation with that man about an alien’s genitalia. He’d keel over dead.”

  Eden stumbled over giggling, clearly intoxicated already. “She’s got a point.”

  “I just want simple information, like if they kiss.”

  Jennifer stated in a loud clear voice. “Computer, initiate query.”

  “I already tried that.”

  “Maybe you didn’t ask the right questions. Computer pull for ALL KNOWN SOURCES of information on Krylon mating practices, specifically any references to kiss, kissing, kissed, mouth mating, lip lock, or lips joined together.”

  “Processing. Processing. Processing…”

  “Stop giving processing update. Speak again when finished processing.”

  “Acknowledged.”

  Holly pressed a drink into her hands. It was huge and electric blue. Taking a sip, her toes curled. Everyone noticed and laughed.

  They talked about the rumors they’d heard. Of all the women present, none were anything less than excited about the possibility of Earth and Krylon striking a deal that would give them the opportunity at a better life. As the drinks flowed, the girl talk got progressively more outrageous.

  Rose slid to the floor in front of the sofa and turned, propping her chin on her arms. “I want to spend every weekend laying on a sandy beach. Can you even imagine swimming in a real ocean?”

  Jen grinned at her tipsy friend. “I’m tracking one hundred percent with that plan. I’d enjoy strutting this stuff in a nice old-fashioned swimsuit. With my luck, it’ll be illegal to show skin or something on the Krylon home world.”

  A small voice chimed in, sounding a little awe struck. “I’ve heard that people come from all over the galaxy to trade with the Krylon. There are luxurious shops and no such thing as money, so people can have whatever they want.”

  A petite Asian woman interjected quickly, “I don’t believe that’s accurate information. Every alien culture I’ve studied has some monetary system in place. There’s no reason to believe the Krylon are any different, Cara.”

  Jen deadpanned back. “In that case, Maiko, we’ll have to make sure we get rich husbands.”

  The woman’s eyes got big. “You’d really go and mate an alien?”

  “Sure would, if it got me off this dead rock. I’d take sunshine and beaches over living underground and wearing a respirator to breathe outdoors any day. Wouldn’t you?”

  The woman looked crestfallen. “It hardly matters. The imperial father would never allow me such an adventure.”

  Rose looked up at the woman. “He let you come here to study. Maybe, if we found you someone super special to marry, he’d go for it. Someone befitting your station.”

  The woman rolled her eyes. “You’ll have to enjoy it enough for both of us. I may be able to talk him into a visit.”

  Rose bit her bottom lip. “I never said I wanted to go.”

  The woman laughed and sat beside her. “You didn’t have to. I can tell because you’re so curious and switched on. I can practically see the excitement coursing through your body.”

  Jen teased playfully. “That’s not excitement related to a possible adventure. It’s sexual frustration; she hasn’t been laid in about a million years.”

  Rose snatched up a toss cushion and threw it at her snarky friend. That set off a pillow fight with three of the younger sisters. They were all under sixteen and adorable when they got silly.

  CHAPTER 3

  Teric looked up from his desk with a start when the klaxon sounded. Standing, he quickly headed out of his personal study into his main lounge. Though he was aboard the flagship of the Krylon home world, being attacked was a constant worry in deep space. His trusty assistant, Chal, met him at the data port. It consisted of a huge holographic interface set back into the wall. Chal activated the data stream and an image of the bridge came up.

  A mature career soldier clad in the traditional black uniform of the Krylon fleet stared back at him. The only visual mark of his station was the star chart of the Krylon star system tattooed across his right forehead and temple. The dark ink a sharp contrast against his light pewter-colored skin. The subtle variations of veining could only be seen across the unaffected side of his forehead. His dark hair was pulled neatly back from his face and bound into a warrior’s topknot.

  He spoke calmly to the slightly older man. “Captain Yeral, please explain the nature of the alarm.”

  “Sorry to disturb you, Ambassador Teric. It appears that an artificial intelligence is trying to hack into our encrypted files. We have blocked access but the creature is proving to be quite tenacious.”

  Teric frowned. “Have you traced the origin of the AI’s signal?”

  “Yes, Ambassador. The point of origin appears to be a small world in the yellow dwarf star system… the one that is our destination.”

  “The planet is called Earth. They are considered potential allies. I do not believe they mean us harm. What information are they trying to get? We are not authorized to disclose information related to our military or the specifics of treaties we have with other member worlds.”

  “The AI has initiated very narrowly defined and perplexing search parameters.”

  “What information do they wish?”

  The man looked embarrassed. “Specifics related to the mating rituals of our people. They are looking for information related to pressing lips together.”

  Teric couldn’t help the shocked expression on his face. “They want what? Are you certain?”

  “They have initiated the one inquiry in many ways. It must be important to them.”

  “Can you extrapolate the exact coordinates of the AI?”

  “Yes, sir. I am pulling it up on the view screen now.”

  Chal spoke for the first time. His voice was soft and respectful. “I believe that to be the residence of the ambassador assigned to handle our request. His name is Jefferson MacDowell the Third.”

  Teric relaxed a bit.
“That would make sense. His people must have many questions and he would be the one responsible for obtaining information. Ping the signal back. I would like to talk to the Earth ambassador. We need to establish clear boundaries about accessing our databases without prior approval.”

  “Yes, sir. We are signaling them now.”

  Suddenly, the view screen was filled with images of what could only be described as beautiful Earth females. He heard the captain trill in surprise.

  “Hello. My name is Ambassador Teric. I am the envoy assigned to conduct trade negotiations with your world. I would like to lodge a formal complaint regarding the unprovoked attack upon our data stream.”

  One of the females stood and walked forward. She was small compared to the women of her home world. She had blue eyes, pale skin, and hair the color of her sun. Another moved to her side. This one had short fiery hair and green eyes. They stared at him curiously.

  He felt a surge of protectiveness. “Are you well, females?”

  The one with blue eyes looked at her friend. “He called us females, like we’re some generic one size fits all gender.”

  The other woman seemed amused and bumped into her shoulder gently. “I noticed. Maybe you should answer him.”

  All the women quickly crowded around the screen to stare curiously at him.

  “You aren’t hideous.” The words were spoken by a very young female who didn’t seem to be of child-bearing age yet. Her large innocent eyes moved from himself to Chal.

  Teric stared at the women, unsure what the proper response to that greeting might be.

  A small woman with black hair and dark eyes leaned forward. “Our scouts brought back images of your world, but none of your people. We were unsure what you looked like. Do you all have the same pewter coloring?”

  Catching her meaning, Teric responded smoothly. “Yes, different shades of grey and light blue. I suppose you call it pewter colored. Some like me have dark hair and others, like my assistant, have light hair. Our eyes are almost invariably dark. We must seem strange to you. I am pleased you don’t find us repulsive.”

  The woman began whispering. “Earthlings and Krylonians are both children of the Spirits of Life.”

  “We have heard the story from many travelers to Earth.”

  Teric spoke without thinking. “It is said the Spirits of Life were an ancient people who traveled the universe sharing their genetic material with those they found most worthy.”

  Nodding, Rose replied. “It’s a common explanation for why some beings are humanoid and some are not.”

  Teric almost smiled at the young female’s naiveté. “You mean Krylonadoid.”

  The light-haired woman spoke again. “You’re correct, of course. Such things depend on one’s perspective.”

  “To you, we are alien but to us, you lovely creatures are very much the outsiders.”

  Unsure if he’d said something wrong, he watched her expression change slightly. “What do you mean by accusing us of an unprovoked attack on your data stream? We would never attack anyone, least of all a new ally.”

  “Begging pardon, but you did. We traced the signal of the AI to your residence. You will cease hostile actions immediately.”

  Her eyes narrowed upon him as she spoke. “Are you crazy?”

  The woman with short hair leaned over and whispered something to the first woman. The confused expression fell from her face and she wrinkled her nose slightly. It made her face look small and adorable.

  “It seems that it might have been us after all. We asked our AI to pull information from all available sources. She must have latched onto your data stream by mistake. Sorry about that. We don’t want an intergalactic incident or anything. We were just curious about kissing.”

  “The pressing of lips together? It is not done by our people.” The women all began to whisper, sounding somewhat disappointed. He quickly tried to recover their interest. “Is it a gesture of affection? Our culture has many of those.”

  The beautiful blue eyes turned curious. “I’ve been remiss in introductions. I am Ambassador Jefferson MacDowell’s daughter. My name is Rose. It’s nice to meet you, Ambassador Teric.”

  “How can I be of service this evening?” Glancing at Chal, the other man gave a slight affirmative nod. It was evening on Earth. He thought so but wasn’t completely certain. His own automatic pat response caught him off guard, making him feel awkward before the lovely females.

  “Can you tell us more about your gestures of affection? We are curious creatures.”

  “Do not fear us. I am sorry you have been selected for the trade and are being forced together in such crowded conditions. We will conclude the negotiations as quickly as possible and ensure you have separate accommodations. You will never have need to see each other again.”

  “Okay, almost all of that makes no sense to us. You sound a little panicky. First, no women have been selected because there isn’t a treaty yet.”

  “Are you being held against your will? If so, you can count on us to advocate for your release. Do not resort to violence against each other.”

  The one with short hair spoke. “Now why in the hell would you think that?”

  Teric glanced at his assistant. The other man’s face told him he was drawing a blank as well.

  “You are many and in a room together. There must be an explanation for such bizarre behavior.”

  Rose spoke again. “I invited them here. They are my friends. We often gather together, drink alcoholic beverages, and talk about girl stuff.”

  Teric tried to keep his expression blank, so as not to offend. “And this is common practice on your world? Women gathering without violence?”

  Rose tossed him a lopsided smile. “Hells bells, man. What kind of women do you have on Krylon?”

  “They are few and extremely competitive. We do not have them together except for important events, even then there are many males who see that they keep a distance from one another.”

  All the Earth females began to laugh. The one calling herself Rose leaned against the one with short hair and they both laughed until liquid drained from their eyes. At least he thought they were laughing. It was difficult to tell and his scanners wouldn’t be able to read them accurately from their current distance. The situation frustrated him greatly.

  Rose rested her hand on her side, out of breath from her brief episode of mania. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Earth women aren’t like that. Heck, we like spending time with each other better than with our men sometimes. We like to get together, gripe about politics, play music, and dance. Tonight, we’re talking about what kind of men we want to marry. It’s called girl talk.”

  Teric knew he probably sounded simple, but he couldn’t help repeating her words. He just needed to make sure he heard them correctly. “Men you want to marry? You want to get married? Every single one of you?”

  Nodding as she continued to look at him, she stated. “Every single one of us. Women outnumber men almost two to one at this point on Earth. We think Krylon husbands are a damn great idea. We’re thinking of volunteering. Are we what you expected?”

  Glancing briefly at Chal before speaking, he stated reverently. “Not at all. You surpass even our wildest dreams.”

  That must have been the perfect response for Earth females because their faces got all soft and dreamy looking. Murmurs of approval were heard. Pride surged through his chest. He’d not only managed to please one female, he’d pleased an entire room of them.

  “Do you mind if I ask about the pressing of lips together. What is this? Why is it important?”

  Rose bit her bottom lip, holding back another grin. He was learning to read her facial expressions.

  “Would you like me to show you?”

  Speechless, he nodded.

  Turning to her friend, she pressed her lips to the other woman’s forehead. “This is the gesture for showing affection to children.”

  “It is unusual.”

  R
ose pressed her lips to her friend’s cheek. “This is a traditional kiss for close friends, particularly when we have been separated from one another.”

  Before he could speak, her friend pulled her close and pressed her lips against Rose’s lips quickly before pulling back. She made a small happy sound and smiled mischievously. “That is the one that shows romantic interest on our world.”

  Rose laughed. “She’s being naughty. Most of us don’t kiss other women that way.”

  Teric asked hoarsely. “She is your friend, is she not?”

  “My very best friend.”

  He heard Chal gasp. “What is…” His assistant remembered himself and clamped his mouth shut.

  Teric asked the question for his longtime friend. “Do you mind if we know her name?”

  The female turned to the screen. “My name is Jennifer Duncan. My friends call me Jen. I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance.”

  “Likewise, Jennifer Duncan. I am uncertain if we are permitted to speak to young females without a chaperone.”

  Again, all the women laughed. Rose explained. “No one cares if you talk to us. They’d be more worried about us saying off-putting things to you. As long as you’re not offended by us, no one would care.”

  “How could a female possibly be off-putting?”

  “You’d be amazed. Guess we should let you get back to whatever you were doing. It was nice talking to you, Ambassador Teric.”

  “I will worry for you.”

  “You’re an odd guy. No need to worry for any of us. We’re safe, happy, and look forward to meeting you all in person.”

  “Thank you for speaking with us, Rose. We will be at your home world in…”

  “Three days. I know.”

  “I hope to speak with you all again.”

  “I’ll be certain you receive an invitation to dine with us.”

  “If it is permitted, I would enjoy such an activity. Farewell and be safe until our next encounter.”

  When the screen went blank, he turned to Chal. “Do you think they were sincere?”

  “Don’t be gullible. Females who choose to spend time together without incident? Does that sound remotely possible to you?”