Nicolas: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance Read Free Page A

the clothes she was given over the bed and stopped in shock. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this. There were several outfits for her to choose from. She’d been given jeans and shirts as well as dresses. That by itself was surprising, but when you add in the fact that the clothes were beautiful, some of them even had tags still attached, she felt a tear slip out. No one treated her like this. She was the freak you laughed at, not the woman you helped.
    She allowed her hand to stroke the sun dress. It was beautiful. She’d never owned anything like it. In the end, she chose the jeans and a shirt with half sleeves, because there were no long-sleeved shirts.
    She walked out of the room into a wide hallway. His home seemed well taken care of. She liked that because she’d spent hours taking care of her own home. Not like there was a lot to do when you couldn’t go outside.
    “Hello?” She called out, wondering where he was.
    “I’m downstairs in the kitchen. Come to the back of the house.”
    She walked down the stairs and turned to look. Forget about being well cared for. His place was a dream. From front to back it had a semi-open floor plan. There was enough wall to give a sense of privacy, but also enough openness to allow guests too mix and mingle with the owner when they wanted. Maybe she really had died and gone to heaven.
    He was still shirtless. Please, couldn’t she live the rest of her life in this minute? Giving a small sigh, she walked into the kitchen.
    “You really didn’t have to cook for me. I just need a ride back to Sampson’s for my car.”
    “Nonsense. How would it look if I let a beautiful damsel in distress leave without at least providing her breakfast?”
    Janis told herself the red blotches on her face would hide her flushed cheeks, unfortunately it did nothing for the smile gracing her lips or the brightness in her eyes. She took a seat at the table.
    “What are we having, my Alien Knight?”

Chapter Three
    “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made pancakes, eggs and cream of wheat.”
    “Really?” He nodded his head yes. “Suddenly, I’m starving. If I were at home, I would grab a bowl, cereal, milk and a spoon. I feel like a queen or at least a precious guest.”
    She gave him a big smile and sat with an expectant look on her face. The smile turned into a frown.
    “Can I help?” She was so used to being closed off that common decency, things like offering help, had slipped her mind.
    “Sure, the dishes are in this cabinet. You could set the table.”
    She made quick work of setting the table while trying not to bump into him. She was surprised every time he touched her and she didn’t burn.
    “You know, this is so strange to me. Even the touch of my mother burned me.”
    “What did she do?”
    “She found special gloves to wear that kept her from hurting me when I was growing up.”
    “Did that bother you?”
    “My mom cried for years. I would hear her at night when she thought I was asleep. Sometimes, I would sit outside her door and cry with her. How I wished I could touch her.”
    Nicolas nodded his understanding and placed the food on the table.
    “Eat up. I can hear your stomach planning a revolt.”
    She looked up to see his smile and started filling her plate. “You’re a good cook.”
    “You think that because you’re not used to this for breakfast, but thank you anyway.”
    “Your house is beautiful and big. Do you live here alone?”
    “Yes, just me. Janis, I don’t mean to pry, but I’m wondering what the doctor’s say about your condition.”
    “They don’t say much. I stopped going a long time ago. Some stared at me before laughing in my face. Others wanted proof so they’d touch me. Others said it was in my head and when they saw the burn marks they said I did it to myself. The doctor my mom used for me was the worst, though. He would ask me about how I felt and what exactly happened if I was touched. As I got