Alien Romance: The Space Dragon's Owned: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) Read Free

your boss once he's got you on board and he'll help you get your colleagues to take your cases for then. And he'll pay handsomely to cover that as well."
    On top of the pay, she would get for working on him. Cassidy didn't like money leading her but she was tempted.
    "How much are we talking about?"
    When Evas quoted the amount, Cassidy nearly fell off her chair. With that money, she could pay her rent on her apartment up front for the next five years and still have lots left over.
    Hell, that could buy her a house in a very decent area. She wouldn't need to scrimp and save for the deposit. That money could buy her the house, pay off the mortgage in one go, and she would have lots of change. She might not even need to work again if she didn't want to. Cassidy wanted to work but it was nice to know there would be a nest egg in case anything happened.
    She swallowed.
    "Wow. That is a lot."
    "Is that acceptable, Miss Glen?"
    "More than."
    "You've got until tomorrow afternoon to get things sorted. Mr Nash wants you to be at his house at 2pm tomorrow. I'll email you the rest of the details."
    He rattled off the address, which Cassidy scribbled down. It was north of the city, just on the outskirts but in a quiet, secluded area. It wouldn't be hard to find.
    "I can do that, Mr Evas."
    This month was going to be one hell of a month.

 
     
     
     
     
    Meeting His Mate
     
    Bradley was finishing off an email when Ron knocked at the door. He didn't look up as he focused on his fingers pressing the keys with the forefingers of both hands. How his sister managed to use all of her fingers without looking when he could only use two fingers and jab at the keys he had no idea.
    One of these days, he was going to ask Lex for lessons on how to touch-type. It would certainly help him get through his work a lot quicker and not let his paperwork pile up.
    Ron knocked again.
    "Come in."
    The door opened and Ron entered, his huge frame filling the doorway. As ex-army, he was military-proficient and that was what Bradley liked about him. He also acted as a bodyguard on certain occasions, although he had been given the night off when Bradley had his last fight. Bradley could have used him that night and then he wouldn't be in this mess.
    "Your counsellor has arrived, Mr Nash."
    Bradley glanced at the clock on his computer. It was two minutes before two.
    "On time. That's a good start." He liked punctuality. Bradley sent the email and put the computer to sleep. He stood. "Where is he?"
    "She is in the hall."
    Bradley blinked.
    "She?"
    He hadn't asked about the counsellor, merely giving Ron his conditions and telling him what he wanted. Ron was simply to find the right person and hire them. Bradley didn't want to know; he trusted Ron's judgement.
    Ron grinned.
    "I thought you'd appreciate the change. Someone who's nice to look at helps a lot."
    He had a point. If Bradley were being forced to sit in hourly sessions to help control his anger, then it would be nice to have someone who was aesthetically pleasant to look upon. An image entered his mind of a tall woman with a slim body and legs that went on for miles.
    "I guess." He grunted. He moved around his desk. "Send her in."
    Ron nodded and disappeared into the hall. There came the sounds of voices and then he appeared again, a woman of medium height behind him. Ron stepped aside and ushered her in.
    "This is Cassidy Glen. Miss Glen, Bradley Nash."
    The moment Bradley saw Cassidy he was floored. While he wanted the image he had expected, she was just as stunning. Her curves were more plus-size than model thin, clad in a pale pink suit with a pencil skirt that stopped just above the knees and a blouse that was nearly buttoned to the neck. Pale pink pumps with no heel finished off the outfit.
    Her hair was a dark chestnut brown, pulled into a simple chignon at the base of her neck, kept away from a smooth, tanned face with the barest hints of makeup. Her dark eyes seemed to pop, darker than his