Alien Dating Hotline

Chapter 5

Arkas – On Earth

I walk confidently towards the Earth terminal with Ragnark by my side. I can’t wait to get off this noisy and polluted planet and board my ship. We had a busy day finalising the treaty and all I wish to do now is relax in my bathing pool. But that will have to wait. I have a human female to deal with first. I hope she agrees without much hassle. If my time here has taught me anything, it’s that humans talk a lot and do nothing.

I take out my com to glance at her profile. The picture seems to be an old one, probably pulled out from the government database by the agency.

“Look out for a dark-haired female, about 5’7” ft in height and tan skin.” I tell Ragnark as we approach the entrance.

“Arkas, I think I just found our future queen.” He whistles while pointing towards a female dressed in an enticing red human garb, which I think is called a dress.

I finally take my time to look at her properly. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but I didn’t expect the human to be …. well, this striking. In comparison to Arionians, she’s a tiny little thing. My hands itch to run my fingers through her long black hair to feel if they’re as soft as they appear. She looks so innocent with her large doe eyes, the colour of earth’s famous sweet delicacy – chocolate. Her sun-kissed skin and soft curvy body makes me want to run my hands all over her.

One look at her and my body feels hot and ready for mating. I don’t understand my body’s reaction to her. She’s nothing like the females I’m used to. Arionian and other genetically compatible females on our planet, are tall, slender and muscled. Their paler complexion and light features are a stark contrast to this female. Usually it takes a lot more than just a pretty face and an attractive body to tempt me. I’m known for my control and picky nature. As a crown prince, I don’t have the luxury of taking just anyone to my bed. It’s considered an honour to please the royal family. It has never bothered me before. I have never been someone who’s controlled by their desires. My entire life, only few have been able to truly catch my eye. Besides, it’s not like I had much time to act upon my desires. That’s why this highly unusual reaction to this particular human female has sent my mind reeling. I collect myself and walk towards her. I can’t get distracted at this point. I have a plan and intend to stick to it. I tell myself that what I’m feeling is temporary and will go away shortly. It has to.

As I near her, I get a whiff of her tantalizing smell. She smells sweet and floral. Sweet as my favourite dessert and pleasant as the beautiful rare Afyamire flower that only blooms once a decade. Utterly feminine. My control slips for a second as my chest vibrates with an embarrassing purr. I’m acting like a male in heat trying to attract a female’s attention. The sound alerts the female of our presence as she jumps and stares at us silently. Her stare unnerves me and her heated gaze and soft lips threaten to break my composure.

This is a strictly transactional relationship. I remind myself as I mentally distance myself from her and these strange new feelings. I treat her with my usual coldness and formality. Like she’s just one of my many citizens. I rush all of us towards the ship. I want to quickly get it over with. I don’t think I can stand to be in her presence for long without losing my mind. Of course, this hurry has nothing to do with Ragnark’s blatant appreciation for my female and his attempt at charming her with his pleasing words and actions. It doesn’t boil my blood and I absolutely have no desire to break his hand for touching and kissing my female. None whatsoever.

Maybe if I lie to myself enough times, I'll actually start believing in it.

On Royal Galatica Space Cruiser

We speed through the empty dock and hallways towards my suite. I gave a command to everyone to stay clear of these areas. I didn't want anyone to notice her and report the news of me bringing a human female onboard the ship. Even though I turn a blind eye to the spies of my family and council around me, I'm well aware of how my every step is reported back home. It's an annoyance I have learnt to deal with over the years. Being a crown prince means I have no private life. But I draw a line at her. Her presence can't get noticed before we come to an agreement. Otherwise, all my planning will go to waste. I have come too far for it to fail now. We reach my quarters and Ragnark takes the hint and leaves us to talk.

Now it's just me and her. Alone. In my room.

And all I can think is how I want to f**k her. On every damn surface of this room.

But I can't get distracted now. Instead, I say, "So, shall we start?"