...Ever been abducted by aliens?

Me neither—despite what a certain secret agency’s secret files say on the matter. The report in those files was written by one who had reason to fudge the facts. Hunter Steele.

The Hunter Steele.

You’ve heard of him, I’m sure, but I hadn’t until that night. Hunter fudged a lot back then. Celebrities leading a double life often do. And Hunter was more celebrated than most. He also had more to hide—and I don’t mean just the aforementioned secret agency, Earth Guardians, Inc., which he runs on the sly.

Publicly, Hunter plays the sexy, savvy corporate king ruling a business empire that spans the globe. His conquests have been many, in and out of the boardroom. He radiates power and sensual charm. Super Stud on a gold platter.

Some years ago, as a billionaire bachelor with lethal good looks, he could’ve had any woman he wanted. And did. The problem was he didn’t really want them. So I honestly can’t say I was sorry I ruined his “wolf” image for him. Neither was he. Eventually. In any case, I’m the wolf.

All of which brings me back to my original point.

Hunter was the one who got abducted. I just tagged along for the flying saucer ride, a passenger, not a prisoner. Though in the end, I suppose, I was as trapped as he. Hunter and I were both caught fast by forces beyond our control. But those forces weren’t alien.

The aliens, for the most part, turned out to be okay guys—as opposed to King Hunter who was a royal pain in the ass. He always is, but I wasn’t as used to it then as I am now.

It was our first adventure together, and neither of us guessed where it would lead. All things considered, how could anyone have guessed? Oh yeah, Hunter shocked the world when he burst out of the closet to marry Sylver Starr. A drag queen.

Me.

And here now is the real story of how it happened. File it under SX, for Super and eXtraordinary. Or maybe we should add an “e” between the letters… That would work, too.