Alien Romance: Desired By The Alien Boss: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Rusneon Mates Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Ashley Hunter
tension was high strung as they walked, their footsteps padding softly over the marble floors. It was slightly colder now that there was no one around save the occasional janitor or late night worker.
Andrea waved at one of the scientists that had disappeared into the staircase, and he gave her a small smile and a wink.
“Are you making friends now?” Dom’s voice took her by surprise. Andrea looked up at him before smiling somewhat.
“Sort of,” she admitted.
“He’s one of Simon’s friends. We just know each other, I guess.”
“Hm.”
When they entered the elevator, the tension seemed to skyrocket. The pressure of gravity as they descended rapidly made her light headed, but this time it seemed to make her want to do something stupid.
Swallowing nervously, Andrea glanced at the dial where the numbers flickered passed. It let out a soft ding once it stopped on the main floor. The reception foyer was dark and empty, as it usually was this time of night and for once, Andrea wished there was someone around, so that at least the tension could be broken in some way.
Finally, they reached the main doors, pausing for a moment while Dom pulled out a set of keys to unlock the doors. He pulled it open and walked out, and Andrea followed out with growing surprise.
She had half-expected him to walk back inside and leave her to walk to the metro as usual. Instead, he held the door open for her and she nearly tripped on her way out.
“Thanks,” she muttered lamely. Dom shrugged and closed the door behind them.
“I’ll, uh,” Andrea began already feeling her stomach fall into disappointment, “See you tomorrow.”
To her surprise, Dom turned around to look at her with a baffled expression, “You want to leave now?”
Confused, Andrea tilted her chin, “Well… we’re done now, aren’t we?”
“With work, yes.” Dom replied.
“I was thinking we could… do something else.”
“Oh,” Andrea said, not entirely understanding.
“I can’t exactly kiss you here, Andrea,” Dom said simply, as if it made the most sense.
“It’s much too complicated.”
“Wait so…” Andrea continued, feeling her heart begin to swell and thrum in her chest with newfound thrill.
“You want to… kiss me again?”
Dom gazed at her, when suddenly his lips pulled into an unexpected smile that nearly blinded her with its power.
“I did say I wanted to pick up where we left off.”
“I didn’t think you meant now,” Andrea replied, feeling flustered at his frankness.
“Oh?” He continued, taking a step closer to her and making her squirm beneath his abruptly heated gaze.
“And yet you’ve been so high strung all evening, as though you were waiting for me to make a move.”
He knew. Andrea floundered, unable to think of a response with him making his way so close to her. Dom’s smile became smoldering, like the touch he had pressed to her wrist hours ago, “It’s hard to ignore you when you are feeling so much.”
The comment was strange, but considering their proximity, Andrea wasn’t so certain it was.
“Would you like to come with me?”
“Where?”
He grinned at her, lifting a hand to wrap his fingers around her wrist. That same grip that was gentle yet lax enough that if she wanted, she could pull away without much effort. She didn’t want to pull away.
“Wherever you want.”
Andrea let out a shuddering breath, noticed how the light of the streetlights did nothing to fade or obscure the shade of his violet eyes. That color enraptured her, made her want to bathe in it, wrap herself within its mysteries and become intimately familiar with it.
“Yes.” Andrea’s voice was a tiny whisper, her heart racing a thousand miles an hour and yet she didn’t feel true freedom until his grip tightened a little more around her wrist and he was pulling at her in the opposite direction of the metro.
Chapter 8
The first thing she noticed was that Dom’s home was more a villa than a
Andrea waved at one of the scientists that had disappeared into the staircase, and he gave her a small smile and a wink.
“Are you making friends now?” Dom’s voice took her by surprise. Andrea looked up at him before smiling somewhat.
“Sort of,” she admitted.
“He’s one of Simon’s friends. We just know each other, I guess.”
“Hm.”
When they entered the elevator, the tension seemed to skyrocket. The pressure of gravity as they descended rapidly made her light headed, but this time it seemed to make her want to do something stupid.
Swallowing nervously, Andrea glanced at the dial where the numbers flickered passed. It let out a soft ding once it stopped on the main floor. The reception foyer was dark and empty, as it usually was this time of night and for once, Andrea wished there was someone around, so that at least the tension could be broken in some way.
Finally, they reached the main doors, pausing for a moment while Dom pulled out a set of keys to unlock the doors. He pulled it open and walked out, and Andrea followed out with growing surprise.
She had half-expected him to walk back inside and leave her to walk to the metro as usual. Instead, he held the door open for her and she nearly tripped on her way out.
“Thanks,” she muttered lamely. Dom shrugged and closed the door behind them.
“I’ll, uh,” Andrea began already feeling her stomach fall into disappointment, “See you tomorrow.”
To her surprise, Dom turned around to look at her with a baffled expression, “You want to leave now?”
Confused, Andrea tilted her chin, “Well… we’re done now, aren’t we?”
“With work, yes.” Dom replied.
“I was thinking we could… do something else.”
“Oh,” Andrea said, not entirely understanding.
“I can’t exactly kiss you here, Andrea,” Dom said simply, as if it made the most sense.
“It’s much too complicated.”
“Wait so…” Andrea continued, feeling her heart begin to swell and thrum in her chest with newfound thrill.
“You want to… kiss me again?”
Dom gazed at her, when suddenly his lips pulled into an unexpected smile that nearly blinded her with its power.
“I did say I wanted to pick up where we left off.”
“I didn’t think you meant now,” Andrea replied, feeling flustered at his frankness.
“Oh?” He continued, taking a step closer to her and making her squirm beneath his abruptly heated gaze.
“And yet you’ve been so high strung all evening, as though you were waiting for me to make a move.”
He knew. Andrea floundered, unable to think of a response with him making his way so close to her. Dom’s smile became smoldering, like the touch he had pressed to her wrist hours ago, “It’s hard to ignore you when you are feeling so much.”
The comment was strange, but considering their proximity, Andrea wasn’t so certain it was.
“Would you like to come with me?”
“Where?”
He grinned at her, lifting a hand to wrap his fingers around her wrist. That same grip that was gentle yet lax enough that if she wanted, she could pull away without much effort. She didn’t want to pull away.
“Wherever you want.”
Andrea let out a shuddering breath, noticed how the light of the streetlights did nothing to fade or obscure the shade of his violet eyes. That color enraptured her, made her want to bathe in it, wrap herself within its mysteries and become intimately familiar with it.
“Yes.” Andrea’s voice was a tiny whisper, her heart racing a thousand miles an hour and yet she didn’t feel true freedom until his grip tightened a little more around her wrist and he was pulling at her in the opposite direction of the metro.
Chapter 8
The first thing she noticed was that Dom’s home was more a villa than a
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