Page 16 of Matched with my Alien Boss
There was laughter from behind me and I glanced back, catching Clay smiling at me for the first time.
My heart literally skipped a beat and I had to tear my gaze away.
I didn't know what the office was going to think of me now, but I did know that it was all worth it just to see that bright expression on the guy that had been claiming all of my thoughts.
Have you ever realized that you were really wrong about a person?
I read Clay's message for the third time, cheeks hot, knowing that he was talking about me. The real me. Not the one on this dating app.
No. I'm an excellent judge of character.
Of course, you are. You're friends with me, right?
Friends. And he didn't even know my name yet. Guilt swirled in me. I would have to tell him soon. I didn't know how much longer I could drag this on for. Selfishly, I just wanted to be sure that he liked the real me first. At least today had been a bit of a win, I thought. I'd gotten a real smile from him for the first time.
Anyway, I'm talking about my boss. He's actually more chill than I realized.
You cheating on me with another alien CEO?
I bit my lip, wondering if that was a heavy enough hint for him to figure it out. The fact that he'd heard about me chatting with someone online surely meant he'd connect the dots... my phone buzzed.
Nope, you're the only alien hotshot for me.
Although, I'm not sure I could really cheat on you considering that I don't even know your name... I’m Clay by the way.
I bit my lip, heart racing, wondering if this was it.
Then, shamefully, I sent him my nickname only.
My friend's call me Sal
Sal it is... I like it. It suits you.
Damn. I was such an asshole. I should just tell him now, before it was too late.
Well Sal, I promised you another picture. Remember?
I took a sharp breath as the image came through and I hated myself even more because I couldn't look away. His hard cock, held in a firm grip, the tip wet was the most delicious sight I had ever seen. My mouth went dry, cock hardening, blood rushing.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
What do I get for that one?
I swallowed and shook my head, at a loss. Icouldn'tsend him a picture. Not now. The second he saw my pale green skin he would know. But I didn't want him to think I wasn't interested. Not when he was the only person to make me feel like this in who knew how long. Maybe ever.
I'd taken too long to answer. Another message came through.
...do you not like it?
I shut my eyes, then resolutely turned my camera down, pointing it at the large tent in my pants.
Does this answer your question?
I sent him the picture before I lost my nerve. Sitting on my couch in a more comfortable pair of pants than I'd been wearing at work, I doubted he would know it was me. At this point, I had to even the score so that he wasn't embarrassed when he found out the truth—I hoped.
A silent minute passed then a slew of messages came through all at once.
Holy fuck
