Page 13 of Matched with my Alien Boss
“Mr. Kort said to send you in straight away,” she said, forcing a smile. Then, under her breath, she added, “Good luck!”
Cringing, I went to the glass doors.
The blinds were closed so I couldn't see inside, so I knocked nervously and waited before entering.
“Come in.”
His deep voice carried easily, making my shoulders tense even more as I pushed the door open and went inside.
Mr. Kort was sitting behind his large desk, but instead of my attention being drawn to him the way it normally was, my breath caught at the view behind him.
“Wow,” I breathed before I caught myself. You could see the entire downtown from here and all the buildings with the sun shining down on them were breathtaking.
“Beautiful, isn't it?” he asked.
Blinking, I remembered where I was and bit my lip, forcing my gaze back to my green boss.
He was watching me with unguarded interest but quickly looked down, shuffling some papers on his desk before gesturing to a chair in front of him.
“Have a seat,” he said.
Swallowing, I did as he said, perching on the edge, ready to get up and leave the moment this was over.
“So, Clay,” he started. “You've been working here for almost a year now.”
I nodded.
“What do you think so far?” he went on when I didn't speak.
“Um.” For a moment I was caught off guard by the question, expecting a quick “this isn't working out” or something along those lines.
“I like it,” I finally said. “It's close to home, so the commute isn't bad.”
He nodded thoughtfully.
“Are you going to fire me?” I suddenly blurted and then clapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide.
Mr. Kort stared for a moment, then his lip quirked in the most infuriatingly sexy smirk, and he shook his head.
“That wasn't my plan, no,” he said. “Actually, I was thinking that a raise might motivate you.”
I stared for so long that he raised a brow, clearly waiting for some sort of reaction.
“A raise?” I finally repeated.
He nodded.
“It should have happened sooner, to be honest. You're on our entry-level pay grade but you're not new here. What do you say?”
“I say...” I was too dumbfounded to think ofanythingto say. “Are yousure?”
He chuckled and nodded.
“You're the first person who's ever argued with me against getting a raise,” he informed me, and I clapped my mouth shut. “Do you want it?”
“Yes. Thank you. I'll shut up now.”
“Okay. Consider it done...”
