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“Yeah, I'll be there. See you in the morning.”
“Bright and early,” I agreed, thinking of Clay despite myself. Tomorrow, I would beat him there.
The next morning, I walked off the elevator ten minutes early, a smug smile on my face as I strolled into our offices, ready to see Clay's empty seat.
But to my surprise, he was already sitting at his cubicle, his face turned toward the screen.
My steps faltered despite myself, and he glanced over, giving me a forced friendly smile equipped with dimples and all.
“Oh, good morning Mr. Kort,” he said, voice dripping with falseness. “What brings you in so early?”
I bit my cheek, attempting to keep a frown at bay.
“Just making sure everyone is on time today,” I said. “Unlike usual.”
His fake smile dimmed, a touch of hostility entering his bright eyes.
“Well, nothing to worry about here.”
'...you sexy bastard.'
There he went again with the loud thoughts.
For a second, I was too shocked to move, then I gave a curt nod and hurried on to my office.
Clay thought I was sexy?
And he was admittedly incredibly cute.
I shook myself fervently, stopping that train of thought before it got going. It took a little longer to calm the heat rushing through my body, probably tinting my skin with a peach blush.
I really was lonely if that was all it took for me to start entertaining highly inappropriate thoughts about my own employee who happened to hate me.
I sat down, determined to make the most of this early morning, but after a few hours gave in to the fact that my head just wasn't in it today.
I pulled out my phone instead and looked at the app for Alien Mates. It looked so cheesy with the pink heart and stereotypical UFO as its logo.
For a while I drummed my fingers on the desk before finally caving and downloading it.
Bill was right. I needed more in my life than work. I could chat with some people, get to know them. It would be nice.
I didn't need it to turn romantic. I would happily get to know aliens or humans.
Feeling less weird about it, I filled in my profile.
UnderSearching for: I put friends, male or female, and alien or human.
When it came time for a picture, I turned and snapped a shot of the skyline out the window.
For my profile, I simply wrote.Looking for friends to chat with.
There.Generic but to the point. Hopefully it was only enough to attract those who wanted the same. If they wanted someone to talk to, it was right there in my profile that that was what I was looking for.
With that done, I tucked my phone into my desk and got back to work.
Chapter Three
CLAY
