Caught Between Two Blue Aliens - Celia Kyle Page 0,4

could someone rack up just selling each individual piece of décor in this enormous event space? The number had to be astronomical. And that wasn’t even including the ridiculously expensive designer fashions and the sparkling jewelry worn by the guests.

It was just…wow. She’d worked nice events before, but this was certainly the fanciest. There were real celebrities in attendance as well as high-level politicians. A live jazz band played classy music. It was actually a little intimidating.

Her eyes scanned the room. Unfortunately, she’d been tasked with mainly serving the area where the human glitterati seemed to be gathered. Therefore, she hadn’t yet made it over to the Drokten, who weren’t eating any of the human food or drink.

She bit her lip, staring longingly at the blue warriors grouped across the room near the windows. This was her whole reason for being here—to make big bucks and also to see these alien heroes in real life. It was a huge upside to working the event, as far as she was concerned.

Seeing them from a distance was nice, but she’d love to get closer. Maybe even speak to one of them? Thank them for all they’d done, saving the world…

And then she felt something. A vibration in the air? A scent?

She turned to stare at them again, her eyes scanning the males. They were all so very handsome. Soft sky-blue skin over cut muscles. And none of them wore shirts. The Drokten were either bare chested or they seemed to be all about shiny chest plates of armor. Which was totally fine considering they were all ripped with tight abs and defined pecs. Their muscular arms were the best of all. She just wanted to walk up and touch those biceps. Grab on and…

She shook her head, trying to get back in the game. She was here to work, not to gawk.

Okay, just one more look…

Oh wow, there were even a couple of celebrity-Drokten in attendance. She immediately recognized the faces of the most well-known and respected of the Drokten: Sevith and Hiren. These two were often on the media channels representing their species and explaining their plans to the humans. Sevith was the harsh and intimidating Commander of the Battleship Avash that was stationed in orbit, and Hiren was the talkative warrior largely responsible for negotiating peace between the humans and Drokten. They were even more handsome in real life. They both had shoulder-length navy hair that shone in the ambient light. Their flashing eyes and silver-tipped claws gave them an edge of danger. Sevith and Hiren were essentially alien rock stars, as far as Jenna was concerned. And like any superfan, she chomped at the bit to meet them in person.

“Stop staring at them,” Jade remarked as they brushed past each other, both loaded with trays of food.

Jenna bit her lip. “I’m not.”

“You are. Back to work,” her best friend quipped, tapping the top of her tray where guests had left generous tips. “Dollahz, girl. Dollahz… You’re losing…”

Jenna snorted. And then her friend was gone, lost in the crowd. Jade was gorgeous as always—petite with shiny straight dark hair and sparkling black eyes. Jenna felt like a slow-moving Amazonian giant next to her beautiful friend, who was a dynamo at work.

But Jade was right. It was time to get her head back in the game. Dollahz. The two of them always held a friendly competition when they worked events together, trying to see who would leave the evening with the highest tips. And dammit, no way was Jenna going to lose to Jade, again. That would be two events in a row!

She blew out a breath and turned her attention to the humans.

Champagne bottles popped nearby at least forty different times, and Jenna darted back and forth between attendees and the bar all evening, retrieving whatever manner of upscale drink a customer requested. Many, of course, abstained, but many, many more overly indulged.

Just as she was about to break away from a group of bleary-eyed men—who had definitely had a few too many—one of them reached out and grabbed her wrist with his clammy hand.

“C’mere, pretty thing,” he slurred, trying to tug her toward him.

Oh hell. Why did events always devolve into the pawing?

Jenna yanked her hand back and forced a gracious smile across her lips. “My apologies. I’m on the clock and have work to do. Have a lovely evening.”

She crossed her fingers, hoping her sarcastic tone took a vacay and didn’t insinuate itself into her words. Was this