Two prospectors, Richard and Caroline, are heading for launch towards a metal-rich planet, when they stop to pick up Alan Smith, a massively depressed computer tech. He seemed to know his stuff, so maybe he'd be useful. He probably couldn't help Caroline with Richard, who had who had been in love with her for years. That wasn't going anywhere.
Then, Alan saw Frances, a late-for-work kitchen assistant, and smiled. Widely. Over jet-black, red-hot coffee, they chatted. Alan smiled again. Wider, this time. So did she, and she was very pretty when she did.
Was he really flirting with her? He hadn't intended to.
Was she really flirting with him? She hadn't intended to.
Whatever the intention, something was in the works.
Very well indeed...
Planet 2 by E. Jon Gant
PUBLISHER: Blazing Heart Publishing
RELEASE DATE: June 3, 2020
GENRE: Blazing MF, Mainstream Sci-Fi Romance.
FORMAT: eBook, Kindle Mobi
WORD COUNT: 18,500 words
PAGE COUNT: 100 pages
“What can I do for you?”
“How do you like it?”
“Very strong, black, loads of sugar.”
The girl lifted a very expressive pair of eyebrows. “We haven’t had sugar on this ship for three years. We have a really good substitute, though. You can’t tell the difference.”
“Sounds good enough. I’ll probably be back for another one in a minute.”
“Wow! What are you, a newly resurrected corpse?” Her eyes went very wide.
“Not quite up to that quality. You think these look bad?” He pointed at his eyes. “You should see them from this side.”
The girl laughed, and Alan realised she was very, very pretty when she laughed.
She put her hands on the counter, leant towards him, and, for a moment, Alan enjoyed the view down the top of her shirt. “Sounds like someone is not very happy at all.”
“No, not really. I have…problems to deal with.”
“Well, mister, if you want to unload any of them, I have a pair of very dry shoulders. They’re available in three hours from now. Only if you feel the need, though.”
“Uh, yeah. I’ll…uh…keep it in mind.” Very pretty, indeed...
“Do that. See you later, handsome.”
“Yeah. Okay, then.” Alan frowned. “Hey. Haven't we already met?”
The girl frowned. “I don't think so.”
“Yes, we have. I was talking to the captain when I first came on board. You barged past.”
“Did I? Oh. I did, yes. I was a bit late. Sorry.”
“Don't worry about it.” He walked away from the counter, found himself a seat, looked around. Apart from what seemed to be a couple of crew members, he was alone. Just as well. Being alone for a while suited him just now. At least until he had finished his coffee. Second cup.
He smiled. The way he was talking to that girl, it was like he was coming on to her.
But, she had been the one doing all of the talking. He had simply responded in his clumsy Alan Smith fashion, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.
In fact she seemed to like it. She seemed to really like being around him. He glanced in her direction. She was wiping down a worktop, seemingly engrossed in her work, oblivious of his presence. She seemed a bit calmer than when she had first run by him. He was willing to bet she wasn’t. He closed his eyes for a moment, wondering what was going through her mind, right now.
And his own.
Next job – find out her name.
Easiest way to do that – ask her.
He finished the coffee, got up, and headed for the counter.
He wasn’t aware he was grinning like a maniac.