Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

shake of the lust and get back to work. John didn’t know the code words. John was not the man she was supposed to meet.
So where was he? Had John killed him and taken his place?

Chapter Three
The female who exited the back hallway was not Isabella, yet she looked at Falden as she passed by his table as if she knew who he was. With a glance at Cassiel and Vander, his suspicions were confirmed. This was the woman that had accompanied Isabella.
Her friend was beautiful but not desirable the way Isabella was. She did not share the same curves, the same intense brown eyes, the dark intelligence or challenging stare that had him hard as a rock.
He had followed the Nice Guy’s Guide to the Hookup exactly, but the results were opposite to what he had hoped for. In fact, the fire in Isabella’s eyes looked more like anger than passion. He’d never dated a human female. Perhaps he’d misread her expression and she lingered in the restroom imagining all the things she wanted to do to his body.
He sure as hell had to fight to keep his own mind from wandering to what he would like to do with Isabella. Tease her breasts until her nipples ached for his touch, play with her body until she was writhing with need, pleasure her with his mouth, fill her with his seed. Falden clenched his fists beneath the table. He’d never desired a woman as much as he desired this human, yet he could do nothing about it.
He was a Lumerian Knight. A king’s assassin and leader of what was left of his people. He’d kept the survivors, his unit, and the Caldorian king alive by staying focused. Driven. Single-minded in his purpose. Survival was everything. They’d been hunted for two thousand years, and now Earth had been attacked in an attempt to draw them out. He needed to know who was giving her information. Who was betraying his people. He could not allow himself to get emotionally involved, no matter how much she tempted him. He would complete his mission. Remain calm and centered. Maintain control. Rolling his shoulders to ease the tension, he slowly and deliberately unclenched his hands, relaxed his pose and glanced toward the ladies’ room. Isabella still hadn’t come out.
With a slight frown he scanned the room for Isabella’s friend, surprised to see her heading directly for Cassiel and Vander, both of whom seemed interested in the woman coming toward them. Very interested. When they glanced in his direction, he gave a slight nod. Discreetly he touched his earpiece and murmured, “Stay on mission.”
Vander raised his water glass toward his lips, obscuring his moving lips. “And if she wants to play?”
Falden’s lips twitched with amusement. “The mission comes first. Adapt. Find out if she knows anything. Then you can play if she’s still agreeable. Lady’s choice.”
Falden chuckled when Cassiel groaned. He knew it was because women always wanted Vander. They literally threw themselves at him for some reason. This human wasn’t likely to respond any differently. Through his communication device he easily heard their conversation.
“Hi. I’m Jessica,” Isabella’s friend said as she neared Vander and Cassiel, sliding into a seated position next to Cassiel on the bench seat. “What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?”
“Do you require assistance?” Vander asked, grinning.
Jessica laughed as she placed her hand on Cassiel’s wrist and leaned in closer to Vander. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Then we shall be of assistance in whatever manner we are able,” Cassiel insisted.
The woman smiled at his Knights, then glanced at the entrance to the hallway. He followed her gaze and found Isabella standing there, watching Jessica ambush his men with amused resignation and, if he wasn’t mistaken, a hint of longing. When Isabella turned to discover him watching, her cheeks turned a soft pink and she bit her lip in a way that made him want to take a nibble there himself.
What was wrong with him? This was an intelligence-gathering mission, nothing more. And Isabella was playing games. The auburn wig she wore was attractive, although not nearly as enticing as the dark black hair he knew was hidden beneath. She had hidden her eyes with large, dark-rimmed glasses. He could have told her that all she’d managed to do was provide the perfect frame for the dark, sultry pools. He couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to break contact. In a word, he was intrigued by the female. Treating her as an enemy, a spy, until he knew for sure what her intentions were toward his people, toward the Caldorians, would be nearly impossible if he didn’t start thinking with his head instead of his cock. He’d made a vow to protect his people, no matter the cost. For the first time in eons, he felt the sacrifice to the depths of his being.
She returned and he stood at once, held her chair out despite the confused look she gave him. Once she was seated, he resumed his place and nodded at the waiter, who had been watching them both.
With haste, the waiter placed a bleeding piece of meat he had little stomach for in front of him, and a mix of dark green leaves in front of Isabella. The smell of vinegar and feta cheese wafted through the air. She thanked the waiter, although he was sure the move was based more on civilized manners than any gratitude for the meal.
They both stared at their food in silence for long seconds until Isabella reached for her drink, lifted it to her lips, then set the still-full glass back on the table. The furrow between her brows told him as much about her indecision as the untouched beverage.
“Do you enjoy Scotch?” he asked.
“It’s fine,” she murmured, gently twisting the glass back and forth between her fingers.
“Excellent. That is why I ordered it for you.” Falden watched her closely. She’d gone to the ladies’ room