Alien Romance: Desired By The Alien Boss: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Rusneon Mates Book 2) Read Free Page A

at her.
    Domitian Rhys—Dom…? Mr. Rhys?—she still wasn’t sure what to call him, stood up and headed towards the large screen that took up the majority of the wall.
    “Did you speak to Darnell?” He spoke without warning.
    “Ah, yes.” Andrea said, “He said the error should be fixed up now.”
    “Should be or it is?”
    Andrea glanced at her feet, confused.
    “Should be?”
    He let out a long sigh before shaking his head.
    “Fine, whatever.”
    Another long pause of silence followed and Andrea wasn’t sure whether or not to leave, so she just stood there.
    After a period he turned around before he faced her, looking mildly surprised to see her standing there.
    “Oh,” he muttered.
    “Go home.”
    Andrea blinked before nodding slowly. She turned and walked away, unsure whether or not it meant anything important that she had been able to complete her duties.
    She was walking out the main doors of the building when her phone let out a loud chirp. Pulling it out, she gawked at the message on the screen.
    Return tomorrow. 7 am sharp. – D.R
    She found herself staring at the message on her way home from the metro, feeling blank and lost by the time she got home. Her phone chirped with another message. Stephanie.
    How was work with the hot guy?
    Andrea had half a mind to begin ranting about all the things she found weird with her new boss, but the exhaustion in her bones made her decide against it. I’ll do it later…
    Typing out a quick reply, Andrea wrote, It was alright.
    So you got the job? :)
    Andrea hesitated, glancing back at the message she received from her boss before responding.
    I guess so.

 
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
    The following day was a little less exhausting, because she at least came dressed in something more comfortable. She had noticed that most of the people who worked in the building were dressed in jeans and such, but managed to look classy enough to walk around in the establishment.
    It was probably because Mr. Rhys wore broad turtleneck sweaters and black slacks that it didn’t seem to be much of a big deal. He didn’t exactly wear Armani, but he still looked insanely good.
    Regardless, Andrea was happier to be wearing clothes that at least made her feel more in her element. Jeans, a long sleeve wool windbreaker that reached her thighs and a shirt that was almost a dress and flats, and Andrea felt like she was ready for battle.
    She had woken up at 5 in the morning to prepare herself, brushing and fixing her hair into a messy bun that looked better than it did yesterday and a light amount of makeup that still settled her as a professional. She walked out feeling nervous but slightly hopeful as she made her way toward the metro.
    Stopping for a yogurt parfait, Andrea managed to enjoy a small breakfast by the time her stop came up. When she walked through the doors, the pointy nose receptionist didn’t bother glancing at her, which could be a good thing, depending.
    When she met with her boss at 7 sharp, he was already glaring at her and pointing at a stack of papers.
    “Get these signed.” He said before ushering out of the office and pointing at the desk where she would be working as well.
    “Call Darnell and have him set you up with your online account. Do not bother me unless extremely urgent.” And with that he slammed the door closed.
    Andrea sighed, and set off to do her duties. Around lunchtime, she was able to hunt down Darnell and while he worked on prepping her with a computer—a PC, much to his dismay and her rolling eyes—Andrea found herself time to get a quick sandwich from the nearest shop.
    The rest of the day, Andrea hurried around getting as many of the documents signed. Her phone chirped every once in a while with a message from her boss.
    Coffee. Black, three sugars. – D.R
    Or
    Reschedule the meeting with Roland for today at three. Athena should meet with me for lunch to speak to the executives in Branch A. – D.R
    For the most part, texting was her method