Page 2 of Matched with my Alien Boss
“Late again, Mr. Reed?”
His deep, smooth voice sent a shiver of frustration through me. Even his damn voice was sexy. It was probably a trait of his people meant to draw you into a honey trap. Damn him.
I bit my tongue and slowly glanced over my shoulder at him.
I hadn't expected him to stop to talk to me, but he was standing just behind me, looking down at me with those deep red eyes and a smirk on his face.
“Perhaps I should add all of your missed time together and start docking pay,” he suggested. “Or perhaps you can just be here when you're supposed to be.”
My cheeks heated, embarrassment traveling down my spine.
Did he have to say that in front of the entire damn office?
“I apologize, sir,” I managed, sounding depressingly meek.
He nodded and turned around, ready to head back to his office leaving me with nothing but a warning and a frustrating thought.
You were late too!I thought angrily. Why was I getting in shit when the bastard always got here after me?
He paused in his stride and turned back around to look at me, red eyes flashing, and his forked tongue shot out of his mouth, a deep green, darker than his skin.
“Do you have something you want to say to me?” he demanded.
I was too shocked to speak for a minute but managed to shake my head.
He seemed to collect himself, nodded and carried on to his office as though he was the same as any other businessman and you know, not a freaky alien from a far-off planet.
Once he turned the corner toward his office, I let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Can he read minds?”
Lloyd shook his head.
“Not as far as I know.”
“Then how did he even know I was late?” I demanded.
“Well, your computer's not even on,” Lloyd informed me, glancing at me and giving a once over. “Your bag is still over your shoulder, and you still have your jacket on.”
“...goddamn it!”
“Again. You could just leave earlier,” Lloyd reminded me, as he always did.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
Chapter Two
SAL
I shut the doors to my office and pulled down the shutters on the glass walls to buy myself a small bit of privacy before sinking into the chair behind my desk and letting out a heavy sigh.
I wasn't usually reactive. It had taken too much for me to build a career on this planet and climb up to the position I was in to let minor inconveniences bring me down.
Humans could get annoyed. But I wasn't human.
I had to be better.
But thatClay Reed... why did his thoughts always have to be soloud?
