I snagged me an alien for Valentine’s Day. Technically, he snagged me. In a raid.

Now, we’re headed to a ball where he plans to woo me into divulging intel he needs. He thinks I have information that will blow the lid off his investigation. Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.

The real question is: Which one of us will be wearing handcuffs by the time we’re done with each other?