Alien Romance: The Space Dragon's Owned: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) by Ashley Hunter Page B

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    "Oh, my God. Oh, my God."
    "What's wrong?"
    Alasia hurried to her side as Ren staggered through the door and into the corridor. She leant against the wall, her head pounding with what she had seen. This couldn't be real, could it?
    "I can't believe it." She gasped.
    "Neither can I." Alasia looked impressed. "You got Brock Willier? That's incredible. I've been forcing him to come to this event for four years and we've never been able to get him to bid on anyone. We've only been given a check at the end of the night."
    Ren stared at her. Brock had never bid on anyone before? She didn't know whether to be flattered or worried. Agreeing to do this for charity because it was on her bucket list was one thing but going out with a gorgeous man like Brock Willier was something else entirely. She wasn't sure if she could handle being in the same room as him.
    Alasia seemed to sense her nerves and approached her, giving her a one-armed hug.
    "Take it easy, Ren. I know Brock. He's not actually that bad. He's a pretty decent guy. When you're not trying to flirt with him, that is." She squeezed Ren's shoulders. "Just be yourself. That always makes people relax."
    Ren knew she was right. There was no need to get into a flap about it just because she had actually gotten a date with a man who could make any woman weak at the knees. And Ren's knees had felt weak. It was the strongest reaction Ren had ever had towards men.
    She straightened up and rolled her shoulders.
    "I'll try. But it won't be easy."
    "Of course it will." Alasia nudged her towards the dressing room. "Go and get changed. And be quick. I'll make sure he waits."
    Ren wobbled on her way back, her focus on the imminent date rather than on controlling her shakes. Then she got herself back under control and walked as sedately as she could into the dressing room, retrieving her things and ducking into the toilet room before anyone could talk to her.
    She knew they would be curious but Ren didn't want to talk to anyone. Especially Anslee. The bitch queen would be expecting Brock to be there to bid on her and would be furious that he wasn't.
    The thought of stealing Anslee's thunder did make Ren giggle for a moment. It would serve the girl right. But Ren wasn't the sort of person to be unkind and dismissed the thoughts. She needed to focus on not making a complete fool of herself and keeping her body under control. If Brock even scented the slightest thing wrong with her he was hightail it out of there.
    Ren didn't want a knock to her self-confidence when she needed it the most.
    Dressing in her jeans and her favourite dark blue sweater, she let her hair down and gave it a quick brush. Then she sat on the lowered toilet seat and took out her diary from her bag. Fishing out her pen, she opened up to her bucket list and scanned down until she saw 'help give money to charity'. She crossed it off firmly before closing her diary with a snap and putting both diary and pen back into her bag.
    Standing, Ren looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't look too bad. She scrubbed up nicely. It would do. It wasn't as if she had prepared for a date with an eligible bachelor.
    Ren left the bathroom, ducking through the room before anyone noticed her, and entered the corridor. Alasia was by the stage door, taking to Brock. In her heels added to her five-nine height, she was easily on Brock's eye-level.
    Ren stopped a moment and stared at her date. God, he was gorgeous. Over six feet over slim, firm muscle, jet-black hair that curled at the collar and a rugged complexion that belied his twenty-nine years. He wore all black: black shirt open at the collar, no tie, black jacket and black slacks. Black shoes finished off the ensemble.
    He looked dark and dangerous. Ren was reminded of the vampires she read about in her romance novels. If they needed a template for the vampire hero, Brock Willier would be it.
    Then Brock seemed to sense that she was there. He turned his head and his dark