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Surfing with the Alien
" writing event. We hope you enjoy our stories. You can expect to find stories about aliens from the outer nebulae, ghost stories, sexy fantasy creatures and just about anything you can imagine. I thank all the writers for flexing their literary muscles. I must thank my team who read my story and caught the errors that made me look stupid. Well, any stupider than I already am. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. My readers and editors are Cagivagurl, Stev2244, Hale1, SBrooks103x, and Hooked1957. Love y'all. Randi.
The whole building rocked and shook. Everything on my desk jumped and dust fell from the ceiling at that almighty thump. My first thought was that there was an earthquake, but we were Mountain View, not San Andreas, and I'd heard no chatter about an earthquake. I began to wonder if maybe there had been an explosion. People were scrambling around, rescuing things that had fallen, and She walked in.
I had never seen her before and had no idea who she was. She definitely didn't work there. She strode in like a queen. I was the boss, so I guess everyone thought I should be the spokesman.
"Excuse me, ma'am," I began. "Did you just come from the roof?"
"Yes," her voice sounded... tight, as if she wasn't accustomed to using it. She cleared her throat and spoke again. "I saw the stairwell. Was coming in like that... rude?" Her voice was low-pitched and husky. Magic dripped when she spoke.
"Well, most people come in the front door," I mentioned.
"I apologize," she said. "I shall certainly use the front door next time."
There would be a next time? I suddenly realized I wanted very badly for there to be a next time. God, she was gorgeous! She was very dark complected, I had thought of African descent, at first, but she looked... different. I couldn't quite place it. Her hair was as black as a raven's wing, flowing down in her back in waves to the middle of her thighs. It looked very thick and... almost heavy. She was very tall, probably over six feet, but it looked like nothing else was possible for her. She was slender, but oh so female: her hips swelling in a sensual curve, her breasts large and high. Her legs were about a mile long and she was wearing some sort of shimmering scaled bodysuit, hugging her like a second skin.
She appeared to have on very high heeled platform black boots that came up past her knees, as tightly formed to muscular calves as her bodysuit was to the rest of her.
I shook my head to clear the fog looking at her was creating. I ignored the way she was dressed and concentrated on her face. That was just as disconcerting. I thought I had never seen such a beautiful face. It was an elongated oval, wider at the top, a broad high forehead, very light eyes and dark eyebrows. Her lashes were the longest I'd ever seen, her cheekbones high and there was a little hollow to her cheeks. Her small ears appeared to be slightly pointed at the top. She didn't appear to be wearing any makeup, but her skin was flawless. I knew I needed to say something.
"Umm... I'm Rawlins, Rawlins Murphy."
"I am very pleased to meet you, Rawlins," she said. "My name is Ember."
"Would you like to come into my office, Ember?" I asked. "Can I get you something to drink?"
She raised one immaculate eyebrow. "What do you have?" she asked.
"Well, water, tea, coffee, pop, energy drinks..."
"I shall have an energy drink," she said.
"Wait right here," I said. I rushed away and got her a Monster. I stopped and asked Herbert, our maintenance guy, if he would mind checking the roof for damage.
She looked puzzled when I handed it to her, and just held it awkwardly. "I wish to speak to whoever is in charge of this building, then to you, personally," she said.
"Well, that would be me in both cases," I said. "Please, let's go sit in my office."
I escorted her in and pulled up a chair in front of my desk for her. She sat and looked at her Monster. "Have you a knife?" she asked.
"I have a pocket knife," I said. "Why do you need a knife?"
"To open this," she said. "I could grow claws, but it would be... messy."
The fuck? What did that mean, "grow claws?"
"No need for either." I was improvising. "Let me show you." I took her can and popped the top, handing it to her.
"An interesting device," she commented. She took a drink and it looked like she was a little shocked, but liked it. "Very good," she said.
"Umm... Ember, I hate to be inquisitive, but how did you get on the roof, and why are you here?" I asked. "It sounded like there was an explosion up there. Are you hurt?"
She giggled, and it did... interesting things, temporarily making me bereft of the power of speech.
"I am unharmed," she said. "I landed on the roof. I apologize for startling you."
"Do you have an aircraft up there? A helicopter or something?" I was floundering.
"No, I am an 'aircraft,' I suppose," she said.
She was bonkers. I had the most gorgeous crazy woman I had ever seen sitting in my office. Not that I had much experience with crazy women, gorgeous or otherwise. I would have to proceed carefully.
"I don't understand," I said.
"In my other form, I can fly," she said.
"I'm sorry, other form?"
"Yes, I am a dragon," she said. "THE dragon, you might say."
Okay, then. This was worse than I thought.
"Umm, Ember, how long have you been a dragon?" I asked, very diplomatically and indulgently, I thought.
She raised that eyebrow again, thinking for a moment, it seemed. "Well, 12,563 years," she finally said. "That is my hatching date."
"Wow, so you are an ancient dragon," I mentioned, barely holding it together.
I got the eyebrow again. "I sense that you are skeptical," she said.
"Well, I've never met a dragon before," I said.
She laughed. "No, I suppose not. I am the last dragon. Would you like me to demonstrate?"
"Well, are you going to breathe fire and burn the place down?" I asked.
She giggled again. It was very distracting. How could she be so utterly, breath-takingly, spectacularly gorgeous, cute as hell and bat-shit crazy at the same time? I suddenly had a thought.
"Oh! Ember, is this a publicity stunt? Are you shooting for a movie?"
"I am uncertain," she said. "What is a 'movie?'"
She drank the last of her Monster and her hand... changed, her fingers suddenly grew eight-inch glittering obsidian knives and she tossed the can into the air. The claws flashed faster than I could see and the can fell to the floor in two pieces, sliced cleanly.
I shot to my feet. "Please... are you going to hurt us? Please, Ember, don't hurt anyone," I begged.
She looked shocked, and hurt. "Noo, I would never hurt you or the rest of my family here," she promised.
"Your family? I'm sorry, I think I'm losing my mind here, Ember. Will you please explain to me what is going on?"
"I have... lost my clutch." Suddenly she was sobbing, tears streaming down her gorgeous face, her body shaking. "They were... I'm..."