Villains Don't Date Heroes! (Night Terror and Fialux, #1)

by Mia Archer

By the time it becomes a solid line you know you only have a few moments to make peace with whatever higher power you happen to believe in.

I’m not sure why a moving red light gave me that feeling, but there it was.

That was enough to set off screaming near the front of the room. People started scrambling over chairs and panic was definitely setting in. I would’ve laughed if I didn’t know it would give away the game.

Oh and me. I wouldn’t step foot into a room without wearing my molecular descrambler scrambler.

She was a cool customer. I hated it.

I sighed. My shoulders slumped. It looked like once again Fialux had won.

I’d really hate to go up against her in a game of poker.

I’ve already mentioned how much I loved big shiny red buttons.

Everybody stared. Some breathed sighs of relief. Some put away various religious talismans they’d brought out.

“Well, that was fun. Now we should probably talk about your midterm paper!”

“I have complete and utter confidence in you and your abilities when it comes to this stuff.”

And it was getting late enough in the spring semester that she was starting to wear some outfits that radiated some serious heat, if you catch my meaning.

There were going to be some big surprises when the participation part of grades was added in.

“CORVAC, that was almost a joke,” I said. “I’ll try not to make it a habit,” he said.

I fought the urge to look her up and down. That wouldn't be appropriate for a professor. Even a phony baloney professor.

Selena leaned forward and gripped the other chair I kept in my tiny cramped office, this one for students to sit in. The phantom students who never actually materialized. Until today.

"Is she? Because all I see is a spoiled brat preventing humanity from getting on with its business,"

I felt heat rising in me as she shouted. Come into my office and shout at me like that? Who did she think she was?

I wanted angry Selena. I wanted the Selena who was leaning in close and looked like she was about to lose control.

"If you ask me being human means being free to make stupid mistakes," I said. "But that's just based on my observation of the species."

My eyebrows shot up so fast I was surprised they didn't break the gravitational pull of the earth and go straight into orbit.

If her lips looked soft, if that lip gloss looked inviting and tasty, well it was nothing compared to the actual experience of feeling her pressed against me.

I knew for sure at that moment that she had to be Fialux, she had to be an alien from another planet, because the feel of that kiss was out of this world.

I never did find out what she'd never… Because a moment after she uttered those words the door flew open and she was out of my small office.

Either way my Bible belt upbringing tended to creep in at the most inopportune of moments when I was really nervous, which accounted for my little slipup invocation.

The way her butt looked curved in those shorts was nothing short of amazing. And she had on a tank top that came up just enough to reveal her cute little belly button.

"I don't know what it is about you," she said. "There's something about you. Something that draws me to you."

"I'm sorry I'm so fucking awesome!"

It’d been way too long since I had occasion to let out a good victorious villain laugh.

"Damn it feels good to be a villain,"

"Kill you?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "Now what in the time we’ve spent together this semester makes you think I’d go and do a silly thing like kill you?"

Honestly I was like the dog who caught the car. I never thought I’d get here and I didn’t have anything but the haziest plans on where to go here.

"Oh Fialux, I have far more interesting things in store for you my dear."

It would be like having a wasp in the room but on super powered steroids, and that was saying something considering I’d nearly vaporized a good chunk of the volatile chemical lab the last time there was a wasp in the lab. It wasn’t my fault it landed on that vat of explosives right before I pulled that trigger.

“You are not detonating a hydrogen bomb to try and destroy Fialux. Besides, we’d have to go to the trouble of stealing one and you know what a pain in the ass that is.”

I wondered if I was about to become yet another villain brought to an untimely end because I was thinking with the brain between the legs instead of the brain between the ears.

Man was that a hypnotic sight to behold.

“Okay, maybe initially it was a little about a way to defeat you once and for all so you’d be out of the way for my eventual takeover of the world, but that changed as I got to know you and now I totally swear it was about getting some time alone with you!”

All the news profiles that came out since her appearance said Fialux never killed, at least she didn't kill intentionally, but after what I'd pulled it was entirely possible she might make an exception.

And they wondered why I spent so much on a lawyer who kept me safely and legally out of the legal system.

how much I want you but I was afraid to admit it to myself and I can’t stop thinking about you no matter how hard I try but in an “I’m hot for you” way and not a “I want to defeat you so I can take over the world” sort

Oh well. If I was going out then at least I’d go out with that cute face and dynamite body being the last thing I saw. Maybe that was worth it.

I still didn't understand how a goddess like Fialux could possibly be interested in me, but it was still a more than pleasant surprise when she closed her eyes, leaned forward, and pressed her lips into mine again.

I needed to do less worrying and more going with it.

There are kisses and then there are kisses. Some people are terrible at it.

"Can you keep a secret?" I grinned. "I think we're over secrets by now." "I always thought you were so hot,"

It’s not like we were burning down the Applied Sciences department trying to find secluded spaces to make out, that was for sure. It wasn’t anything like Fialux.

Besides, I could figure out all that later. Right now I was too busy blushing.

Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Phew. That was a relief. Not that I had time to think about my idiocy. Again, events outpaced my ability to process them.