Doug locked the door to the Wishes Gone Wrong department behind him, sighing as he ducked his head to miss the bare light bulb hanging in the broom closet. Yesterday, that door had opened onto the rooftop garden. The building was forever morphing in an attempt to lock down the vagrant Wishes Gone Wrong department, but ever since that one bad wish had escaped years ago, the department just didn't seem to want to stay put.
Last Thursday, he'd entered his office through the fourth floor canteen, and when he'd clocked out that evening he'd found himself in the Ladies powder room five floors above. While he'd appreciated the rare insight into the feminine stronghold, the ladies had not been amused. If it weren't for his stellar security clearance, and his ability to hack into every known system on the planet, and a few farther out in the galaxy, he'd be out looking for a new job right now.
As it was, he was on his way to the biggest Sci-Fi convention in the known universes to rescue a luscious lady named Jenna from a wish gone very, very wrong. He felt a contented smile curve the corner of his mouth. Nothing like a good old-fashioned brawl to start the weekend off right!
Jenna eyed up the green-skinned alien, making sure to keep a healthy distance between them. Maybe she should have been a little more specific when she'd wished for a lover with stamina. Like, maybe she should have specified that he be a nice male, a nice human male. She'd never met a demon, but this character seemed to fit the description. He had the horns, the fiery red eyes, and that total lack of consideration for anything anyone else said.
"Go away. I have no intention of going back to your place, wherever that might be." She had a sinking feeling his place might be in a whole other dimension. Taking another step backward, she felt the cold cement of the wall behind her. "This is one huge mistake."
The monster roared something unintelligible and stomped his big green foot. Glowering at her with those demonic eyes, he moved sideways, cutting off her escape route. If the drool dripping from the side of his mouth was any indication, he might be planning to make a snack out of her.
She snuck a look past him, hoping someone would notice the big green alien and come to her rescue. Unfortunately, at the biggest Sci-Fi convention on the known worlds an alien really didn't stick out the way he would on Saville Row or at the opening of a new play on Broadway. She sighed, flicking the safety on her tazer to the off position as she pulled it from the top of her knee-high boots. Sometimes a girl just had to get mean.
"What will it take to convince you that I'm not going anywhere with you?" She brandished the tazer in front of her, hoping it held a big enough charge. She didn't recall "oversized alien demon" being one of the settings. "Now run along and play nice with the Trekkies."
"Oh, I love a gal with her own tazer."
Jenna started at the sound of a deep voice to her left. Keeping a wary eye on her would-be suitor, she turned her head enough to see the owner of the voice. Nice!
She'd always had this fantasy about a high-tech cop, and the man grinning at her from beneath his vintage twentieth century helmet certainly looked like he could live up to it. The skintight blue uniform did nothing to hide his broad shoulders and a massive chest that narrowed to lean hips and a very nicely shaped butt. He took off the helmet and ran his fingers through his hair. The red streaks in his dark hair gave him that bad boy look that sent her pulse racing. She licked her lips in appreciation. Now why couldn't her wish have conjured up someone like him?
If he managed to keep up with her, she might just let him replace Green Fuzzy here as her evening entertainment. That touch of alien blood her mother had gifted her with meant most human males had a hard time walking away once she was satisfied -- not because they found her irresistible, but because they were just plumb worn-out.
Actually, she recalled a few of them running away screaming. Seems human men were really spooked by a girl who kept asking for more sex, especially after the first couple of hours. Still, this one looked like he might be fun while he lasted. She gave him her best come-hither grin and sidestepped as the monster made a grab for her arm.
He replaced his helmet. "I don't think that's a costume. Greenie here looks like one of the Tra'toni from the Jupiter colony."
Definitely a southern drawl. A trickle of heat warmed her belly. "I really don't care," Jenna snorted. "When I wished for a male to amuse me, I kind of had a human male in mind."
"Should be more careful what you wish for, then." The man slid out of the path of the monster, landing a nasty chop in the small of its furry back as it stumbled past him.
Jenna rolled her eyes. "Hindsight and platitudes. Just what I needed."