Page 3 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers (Mail-Order Matings #20)
Amaris
Jenny erupted in a loud squeal when I called to tell her I intended to sign up for the Mail-Order Matings app. After much research, I’d learned the app used an algorithm to match people based on hundreds of different aspects of their lives. And the possible mates encompassed a larger demographic than any other app I’d looked into.
“Are you going to go for a shifter?” she asked, her next words muffled but involving putting something down before she had to hang up and then nobody would be happy .
“I don’t think so. I might leave the species open, since I still hold to the fact that my mate is out there in the universe. Far far out there.”
She groaned. “That’s silliness. I’m sure you can find a hunky bear shifter or maybe a jaguar or even a wolf who wants nothing more than to cuddle with you. You’ve been reading too much alien romance.”
I avoided alien romance, although she would have no way of knowing that. The days of discussing books at length with my friend ended when she became a mom. I read shifters. Dark mafia, absolutely. Reading about sexy aliens looking for a human mate would only make me long more for something out of sight and out of reach. Light years away.
Imagine a chiseled alien male scrolling on his phone through the Mail-Order Matings app. I was sure they had better things to do in the galaxy than to search for a human girl who dreamed of stars and planets and space travel.
Huh.
Maybe I should’ve been an astronaut.
Then I could go up in space and, if I was lucky, a hot alien would kidnap me.
“Ahem,” Jenny cleared her throat. “Did you even hear what I said?”
“Yeah. Alien romance. Which I don’t even read.”
“Sure. Fill out the questions, and then you wait. It might take a couple of days to get the first few matches. Then you cull them and it makes decisions based on your likes and dislikes, helping them learn more about you. But call me when you get the first one. No excuses. Day or night.”
I snorted. “You want me to wake you in the middle of the night if I get a match? Rob you of your precious sleep?”
She grunted. “Good point. But call me first thing in the morning. Any time after dawn. I’ll be up.”
My best friend was a sleep-deprived mess. Yet, I wanted a life similar to hers with a hot hubby and sweet little children to love. “Agreed. I’m gonna go answer questions.”
“Deal.”
She hung up but before she did, I heard her calling out for Theo. Someone was in trouble.
I’d filled in only enough information to create an account on the app. Anxiousness settled in my belly as I began to fill out more specific information. Was I looking for a reverse harem? Did I only want one mate? The choices seemed endless.
I wouldn’t mind being the peanut butter in a hot-guy sandwich, not at all.
As with the species of mates, I chose not to answer that question specifically, choosing “all of the above” instead.
See what Fate came up with.
There were more questions, but my stomach reminded me it was time to eat. I put the phone down and went over to make myself an egg sandwich. Sure, I was capable of cooking more but I wanted something comforting. Eggs. Cheese. Butter. Bread. What could be more comforting than that? I made a cup of hot chocolate and returned to the couch where I ate and turned on a movie for background noise.
I nearly choked on my sandwich as I got to the steamy questions. What did I prefer in the bedroom? An alien or two. How would I rate my sex drive on a scale of one to ten? Depended on the partner and me. Most of the time, a solid nine.
The rest of the questions were on a more boring note. My favorite books and movies. What I liked to do in my spare time. Not much.
I put the phone aside again before I was done and walked outside to my balcony. Fresh air helped when I was feeling overwhelmed, as happened sometimes. Tonight was one of those nights. Maybe it was the app. Maybe the thought of purposefully seeking out a mate instead of randomly dating.
The cool air of the night soothed me. The stars twinkled above as though each flicker was just for me. It was too bad I was way down here on Earth when my heart had always been in the skies.
Tipping my head back, I picked out the constellations. I’d studied them when I was little until my whole family was sick of me talking about it and I shut it down for the moment.
My position at the observatory was where it all paid off. I gave presentations to ticketholders, and while they got a 3D view of the galaxy, in no way was my job work. Looking to the heavens all day felt like a dream job.
After going back inside, I finished the questionnaire on the app and completed my profile with a simple selfie of me. No makeup. Hair not curled. In my pajamas. If a man couldn’t like me like this, then I wasn’t the one for them.
That night, I went to sleep with the galaxy projector on and my mind on an alien mate coming to rescue me and taking me to the stars.
A dream might be the only thing I ever had.