All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend (Bubble Babes #2)

by Petra Palerno

There’s no worse feeling than being excited to share something you think is cool and be met with bored or annoyed faces.

I am a stone-cold fox, and I fucking hate it.

“I had to study twice as hard to be taken half as seriously as my male coworkers.”

This situation brings up the thought of Dr. Ian Malcolm from the Jurassic Park movie, the whole “life finding a way” thing.

I’m not great at picking up on context clues, as I keep reminding you.

she doesn’t know the pain I feel when I have to leave.

“I, uh, yeah,” is the cool and collected phrase my piece-of-shit brain pops down to my mouth.

Good thing I’m not a good male—I’m an attorney.

I’ve never wanted to be a piece of furniture so badly in my life.

Sweets? Old eat the same freaking protein bar every goddamn day, Seth?

I could have probably played it off if she hadn’t referred to it as his “dick hand.”

Touch my mate and die. It’s simple—yet effective.

“Earthmen sound like f’teeing children. You’re in pain monthly to continue your species, and they feel the need to complain? Are they as weak in form as they are in their constitutions?”

“Where else is it going to come from?” “How do you not f’teeing die?!” He’s screaming; we’re both screaming.

“If I get word that you so much as upset that precious baby angel right there, I will rip your sucker clean off your body. You will catch these hands, am I clear?”

Here I am, naked and horny, in front of an alien with a rock-hard cock that I’ve tied to a bed. Sometimes it’s amazing the twists and turns your life takes.

I want to milk my big gray alien boyfriend dry.

“Please, untie me,” he begs, “so that I can kneel before the altar of your awe-inspiring cunt. Let me feast on its perfection.”

Even if fucking everything up is part of my nature.

I know f’teeing well that I never told her because I wanted to taste her cinnamon lips as often as I could. I’m selfish. I should have told her the e-breather was an option. Maybe I really am a bad mate.

“I love you too.” I mean it with my whole fucking chest.

“You look like shit, affectionately.” I lift her all the way out of the pod.

My alien mate moves his feet and arms in what I can only assume is supposed to be dancing…Jesus Christ, he is a horrific dancer.

It’s just hard to appreciate his muscled physique when he’s got all the rhythm of Elaine from Seinfeld.