Passion Flower

Blurb

What happens when you combine passionflower wine, a gorgeous foreign man who's understanding of the English language seems to short-circuit occasionally--with a nightclub specializing in private booths?

You wake up the next morning with a screaming headache. A suspicion the mattress beneath you just might be flesh and blood instead of memory foam. And a view out the window that seems to be the planet Earth, as seen from space.

All Nancy wanted to do was put some social interaction back into her very secluded life...

She ended up with something out of this world.

Excerpt
"May I join with you?" The deep voice stroked, resonating over her skin like a soft and very intimate touch.

Huh!

Nancy looked up...and up...into the eyes of the blond stranger. Standing over her table, holding a bottle of wine and a wine glass, with his groin a scant few inches from her face, he looked at her in expectation. Closing her eyes...oh, good lord she so wasn't ready for this, she took a deep breath and opened them...careful to keep her gaze on his face. Feeling herself melting into a puddle of damp need, she lost her train of thought as eyes the same turquoise blue as his shirt, focused on her.

"I'm sorry," she swallowed hard before she could complete her sentence. "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes. I would very much like to join with you. Share a peculiar glass of my planets wine."

Okay. English is his second language. Her scattered brain cells somehow managed to figure out he probably meant join her...not with her. And peculiar...Ummm - special? Maybe he meant country instead of planet. All right, feeling as if she'd unraveled a particularly difficult puzzle, she nodded. She could deal with fifteen minutes of conversation and then make her excuses and leave.

"Yes. You may join me. But I just ordered another glass of wine," she said.

"Thank you. I would still like to share you with this brilliant drink, if you would tolerate me."

Share me with? Tolerate him? Brilliant drink? Help.

Fine. She finally figured out he would like her to allow him to share his wine. Great, what could it hurt?

"I'd love to," she murmured. "My name is Nancy. What's yours?" And she held out her hand.

Cocking his head to one side as if he were trying to translate her words, or figure out why she had her hand out, he finally reached out with his hand. His big, big hand enveloped hers in warmth and the completely sensual heat of his touch. "Ahh, NanCee. I am M'ike L dah. May I pour on you this glass of wine?"

Ummm. Interesting translation if he promised to lap it up...Nancy quickly squelched that vision as she reluctantly drew her hand back to her side. "Thank you, Mike. I assume you're not from the United States, where are you from?" she asked as she passed him her glass.

She saw a questioning look on his face and then a fast flash of panic before his features smoothed in understanding and he answered her.

"You can take for granted I am not from here," he replied. "My position is far away and very miniature."

What? Come on Nancy, think. She lost the translation for that one completely. Position...place...country. Miniature...small. She could take for granted or assume he wasn't from the U.S. but his country was far away and small. Hallelujah I've got it!

And she wasn't going any farther with that line of questioning.

Before she could even try to come up with something else she picked up her glass and took a small sip of the wine Mike had brought to the table. And gasped.

Oh, my. The flavor was unlike anything she'd tasted before. A little sweet, yet also tart, it seemed to wrap her in warmth as it sent out a tendril of blossoming need to rush through her blood stream. She could feel her breasts swell and her nipples grow taut as her pussy contracted and sent a faint trickle of wet demand seeping from her channel. Clenching her knees together, she prayed for the feeling to pass.

"The Passionflower wine is very excellent, yes?"

Passionflower. She'd never heard of it. Passion fruit, yes. But oh, my God the name for the wine fit perfectly.

Meeting his hooded gaze, she fell into the depths of his eyes and nodded. "Ummm, yes. It is very excellent."

"So. We should make the miniature talk and get to make out with each other."

That one was easy. "Yes, we should make small talk and get to know one another. Are you in town on business?" She fought a mental battle to keep her body in check, keep it from pulsing and throbbing in wild abandon to the music of his voice. Gritting her teeth in growing frustration, she sighed internally. This is crazy!

Smiling at her, he nodded. "Most grave business. Are you mated?"

Oh, yeah, right to the heart of the matter. "No. Are you married?"

He shook his head no and asked another question. "So, you are vacant?"

Oh, Jesus. She needed another drink for that one. Only the drink didn't help, it just made her body more aware of every move he made, every breath he took. Hey. Maybe she needed a little karaoke tonight. Vacant?

What was he - ?

Available. Yes!

"Ummm. If you meant to ask if I'm single, the answer is yes." Her body reaffirmed the answer with a sharp twinge of need and she struggled to keep her breath even.

"Some women are double?" His look of confusion must have matched her own. And then he smiled. "Ahh...this means not dating."