Page 15 of Matched with my Alien Boss
I shrugged, tucking my phone in my pocket.
“Remember your suggestion that I meet someone online?”
He grinned.
“Atta boy,” he said holding the door open for me.
He patted my shoulder as I passed.
“Good for you getting back into the real world.”
“I don't know if I'd call online dating the real world.”
He chuckled, unbothered, but I realized we were talking about this while walking through the main area and there were plenty of our employees still milling about.
Embarrassed, I kept my mouth shut as we reached the elevator, my eyes instantly drawn to the colorful jacket and mess of blond hair that waited in the queue.
Clay had his head bowed over his phone, typing something. My heart started to race knowing that he was probably messagingme.
Sure enough, he stuck his phone in his pocket and a moment later, mine vibrated.
“Check your phone,” Bill said. “It's probably a message from your new prospect.”
I gave him a look, cringing at the fact that he was saying way too much in front of our employees. I liked to keep a profession distance. But Bill only winked in amusement. The bastard was doing this on purpose.
The three other people waiting for the elevator were silent, but I knew they were listening. Clay even tilted a little bit toward us for a second, like he was going to look at us but caught himself. His head was bowed now, but when Bill spoke again, all three of them snorted quietly. They knew he was teasing me.
“I say bite the bullet,” he said. “Ask this person out on a date. You never know, they might take one look at you and run.”
I looked at the three who chuckled incredulously, only then realizing that one of them was my secretary. Great.
Before I could respond, the elevator door opened and we all entered, but Bill wasn't done yet.
“Don't waste all your time chatting,” he went on. “It's better to meet now.”
“You'rethe one who told me tojustchat with people!” I blurted.
“Yeah but now you found one that you actually like! You don't want to lose them before even getting the chance to see what happens, do you?”
“He's right, sir,” Clay suddenly piped up.
I looked at him incredulously, but he was biting back a smile.
“People online don't just want to chat forever. You have to rip off the band aid.”
I stared for a moment, unable to look away.
“Oh, is that what you do?” I asked.
“Typically,” he shrugged. “You have to at least let them know what they're getting with you. See if they're really interested, you know? Otherwise, it might all be for nothing.”
“He knows what he's talking about,” Bill agreed. “Listen to the boy.”
The elevator door opened, and I sighed in relief, stepping into the main foyer with Bill at my side.
“Coming for drinks?” Bill asked but I shook my head at once.
“No, I have to go bury my head in the sand.”
