Alien Romance: Arcturus Mates Complete Series (Book 1 - 9): Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Invasion Romance, Alien Romance)

by Julia Sexton

  Chapter 6

  Melody was woken up by Garon shaking her shoulder.

  “Come on, wake up,” he murmured, and before she could even sit up, he was pushing something like a bathrobe at her.

  “Put this on and follow me.”

  Only half awake, Melody clumsily wrangled herself into the robe and tripped after Garon as he led her out of the apartment and into the lift.

  The ride was short that time, and when they stepped out, it was onto a floor that resembled a small airport.

  “Almost there,” Garon said as he hastened her along.

  They came to a small pod-shaped craft, and at Garon’s urging, Melody stepped inside and took a seat. Garon stepped in behind her and took a seat behind the steering controls. Mimicking his actions, Melody strapped herself in.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, as she peered around the pod.

  “It is a surprise,” he answered, with a cheeky smile.

  “I have been getting everything in order to get this trip authorized since I first met you. It will not take long to get there.”

  So Melody settled in to wait, and indeed, it wasn’t long. Only forty minutes later, Garon tossed a strip of fabric onto her lap and said, “No peeking.”

  Obligingly, Melody blindfolded herself for the next twenty minutes.

  The pod’s flight was so smooth that she didn’t even notice once they broke the atmosphere of wherever they were going, and she barely noticed when it landed. She was only aware they arrived when she heard the hatch open and Garon took her hand to lead her along.

  “This way,” he said, and his voice sounded just slightly different. She didn’t question it yet.

  He led her for a few dozen steps, and finally he said, “Now you can look.”

  Melody eagerly tore off the blindfold, and it fluttered to the ground when what she saw before her rendered her incapable of moving for a few seconds.

  She gaped, her mouth working silently as she tried to form words, but all that she managed was a stunned sob.

  She took off at a sprint and a desperate, “Daddy!” tore itself out of her as she made a beeline for her father’s house.

  She just barely heard a scuffle from inside, and then the door was thrown open, and she launched herself into her astounded father’s arms.

  He stumbled back a few steps as he caught her, and soon they were both sitting on the floor in the hallway, sobbing on each other.

  “W-where have you been?” her father asked, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her hair.

  Melody managed a weak, soggy giggle. “It-it’s a really long story, Daddy. I’ll tell it when I can figure out how. But this”

  She leaned away from her dad to look towards the still open door at Garon, and paused when she finally noticed that he looked almost entirely human.

  The angular, regal features were still very much his, and his eyes still seemed too dark, but he could walk down a crowded street without attracting attention. Melody supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised.

  She cleared her throat and finished her sentence. “This is Garon. He saved me.”

  Her father had to swallow thickly before he could get the words out. He met Garon’s eyes.

  “Thank you,” he said, painfully sincere, “for bringing my little girl home.” He gave Melody a squeeze.

  “Will you be staying in the area?”

  Garon nodded slowly. “I think so, yes.”

  “You’d better,” Melody scolded, though she didn’t sound particularly intimidating.

  Garon smiled gently.

  “Well. How can I refuse such a demand?” It was settled. And maybe, just maybe, life could be good again.”

  ***

  Seduced By The Alien Boss

  Julia Sexton

   Copyright 2015 by Julia Sexton

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any

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  First edition, 2015

  Chapter 1

  In the last five years, improvements in space exploration technology had leapt forward, improving more in just a few short years than in all the decades since the very first manmade object was launched into the upper atmosphere. In large part, it was due to Orbital Prime, a company dedicated to aerospace engineering.

  The improvements that the company had made towards satellites, propulsion, space crafts, and even terraforming were incredible, and there were whispers and rumors that a sky colony on Venus and colonies on Mars and the moon were not so far off.

  It was all rather exciting to think about, and the more Genevieve thought about it, the more excited she got about the idea of working for the company.

  Not as a researcher or an engineer or anything so prestigious—she was smart, but with only a bachelor’s degree in English, they weren’t exactly the kinds of jobs she was qualified for—but as the CEO’s secretary.

  Well, sort of his secretary. The job description had been something of a cross between a secretary and a personal assistant. Regardless, it was an honor to be allowed to work for such a company.

  It was her first day on the job, and she spent a bit longer than usual standing in front of the antique, full-length mirror that her grandmother had willed to her. All things considered, she looked pretty good.

  Her carefully tailored, orange blouse did wonders for her already ample bust, her black pencil skirt clung to her broad hips, and her black pumps emphasized the fact that she was tall without making her look like a giant.

  Her make-up was somewhat minimal; gold eyeliner, gold and orange eye shadow, and mascara. Her black hair was in a bun on top of her head, easily kept out of the way.

  Attractive, but professional. She was sure to make a good first impression.

  The drive to the building seemed to take an eternity, and she hesitated outside the front door for a few seconds before she pushed the glass door open and stepped inside.

  Just the lobby took her breath away. Everything was pristine and gleaming, and everything important was displayed on sleek, flat screens set into the walls. The walls were decorated with paintings of many different styles, and sculptures decorated the free spaces on the counters and tables.

  Genevieve thought back to the instructions she had been given for her first day, took a deep breath, and walked over to the elevator and stepped inside. It was a crystal clear tube with the buttons situated on a center console, rather than on the elevator wall.

  While it was a touch disconcerting at first, Genevieve couldn’t help but watch with a sense of wonder as the elevator rose through the various floors, passing through offices and labs and testing centers, until it stopped at the top floor.

  She stepped out of the elevator and peered around at what she realized was not just an office, but a full penthouse. She could just make out part of a kitchen and living room through the glass door.

  There was a desk in front of the glass door, sleek and glossy and made of glass and dark metal, and across from it a handful of chairs.

  On the wall opposite the elevator was a dark door, with a gleaming plaque on it reading VINCENT GRIMOIRE, CEO.

  Genevieve’s instructions had told her to simply get to work without interrupting him, so she sat down behind the waiting room’s desk, empty save for a computer that looked like it had to have cost more than her entire apartment and a phone that gleamed like a mirror.

  She set her purse down on the desk, shifted around in the chair until she was comfortable, and began exploring the computer.

  The schedule was…extensive. It seemed every moment Mr. Grimoire was awake, he was doing something. Meeting with engineers, inventors, heads of other companies, and even political
figures. If he wasn’t in meetings, the schedule had loose estimations of when new projects could be unveiled.

  Just reading all of it was exhausting, and Genevieve had to wonder how there were enough hours in a day.

  The phone rang, jolting Genevieve back to the present. She picked it up before it could ring a second time and answered politely, “Orbital Prime. You’ve reached the office of Vincent Grimoire. How may I direct your call?”

  Never to be a quiet moment, it seemed.

  Two hours into the day, a young woman who couldn’t have been older than eighteen bustled into the waiting room with an empty messenger bag draped across her chest, and before Genevieve could even say a word to her, the woman hurried through the door into Mr. Grimoire’s office.

  Ten minutes later, the young woman hurried right back out with the bag bulging, only to grind to a halt when she spotted Genevieve.

  “Oh!” she gasped in surprise.

  “You aren’t Cathy.”

  “No. No I’m not,” Genevieve acknowledged, and she arched one eyebrow.

  “Who are you supposed to be?”

  The woman laughed and rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.

  “Sorry about that. I’m Crystal. I’m a courier, and I’ve been delivering stuff for Vincent for months, so I’m pretty used to just coming and going.”

  Genevieve relaxed slightly and smiled.

  “I’m Genevieve. Think you could tell me what to expect with him?” She nodded her head towards the office door.

  Crystal tipped her head to one side.

  “You haven’t met him?”

  “Nope,” Genevieve replied. “I was told to just get straight to work and to not interrupt him unless I had to.”

  Crystal rolled her eyes emphatically. “Yeeeaaaaah, that’s not surprising,” she said.

  “I mean, he’s not bad to work for. Tips well, and he’s fuckin’ gorgeous to look at, but he’s, uh. He’s a bit of a prick.” She rubbed the back of her head again.

  “Pretty sure he’s had people tell him he’s a genius a few too many times. Just, uh, don’t tell him I said that.”

  Genevieve held one hand up, as if to take an oath.

  “I’m sworn to silence,” she replied.

  “Thanks for the warning.”

  Crystal waved cheerfully as she headed back to the elevator.

  “Good luck with the job,” she said before the elevator door closed.

  Genevieve sighed quietly. Just what she wanted to hear. Her boss was an ass. She had no time to dwell on it, though, as the phone rang again. Genevieve answered in promptly.

  “Orbital Prime. You’ve reached the office of Vincent Grimoire. How may I direct your call?”

  At least she wouldn’t need to worry about just sitting idle.

  Genevieve was eating her lunch at her desk when the door to the office finally slid open and the esteemed Vincent Grimoire stepped out. He paused in the doorway and stared at her for a second, though Genevieve couldn’t gauge his expression behind his sunglasses.

  Still, she used the moment as an opportunity to admire him. Crystal hadn’t been kidding when she said he was gorgeous to look at.

  He had skin like bronze and short hair like the gold of a sky at sunset, and he made Genevieve look short. He wasn’t massive like a body builder, but each muscle seemed perfectly toned, like a gymnast, and his face could have been carved by a Roman sculptor.

  He was impeccably dressed in a dark suit with amber accents, and the entire ensemble looked to have cost about as much as the computer Genevieve had been using for the whole day.

  “Huh,” Vincent hummed.

  “I almost thought you weren’t here.”

  His accent was…something. Genevieve couldn’t figure out where it was from, as she had never heard one like it before, but it was most certainly an accent.

  “You told me not to interrupt you,” Genevieve pointed out.

  She decided not to say ‘who did you think had been channeling your calls all day?’ since that was probably just a little unprofessional and not the greatest way to make a first impression.

  Vincent shrugged carelessly. “Well, yeah, but I didn’t actually expect you to listen.”

  Genevieve barely managed to refrain from rolling her eyes and instead smiled politely.

  “Surprise.”

  Vincent hummed in acknowledgement.

  “Genesis or something like that, right?” But he was already heading towards the elevator.

  Before she could even say, “Genevieve, actually,” the elevator doors were closed.

  She sighed slowly. What a brilliant start. The only way it could have been worse was if he had hit on her and actively insulted her.

  There was no time to dwell on it, though. The elevator came back up and a middle-aged man stepped out.

  “I have an appointment,” he informed her blandly.

  “Name, please?” Genevieve requested.

  The man sighed impatiently.

  “Daniels, Robert,” he replied.

  A quick look at the schedule filled Genevieve with dread. She plastered a smile into place.

  “You’re almost a full two hours early, Mr. Daniels, and Mr. Grimoire is in a meeting with the board,” she said.

  “You’re free to wait here, though, if you’d like, or you could leave and come back closer to the time of your meeting.”

  A thunderous look crossed the man’s face, and he dropped down into a chair like a sulking toddler.

  Genevieve tried to mentally prepare herself for a very long wait.

  Chapter 2

  “I have been waiting here for damn near two fucking hours!” Robert Daniels exclaimed, and he planted his hands on Genevieve’s desk with two loud slaps.

  “I told you that you were almost two hours early, Mr. Daniels,” Genevieve reminded him calmly.

  He snorted like an angry bull.

  “And you told me to wait,” he spat.

  “I said you could,” Genevieve corrected him.

  “I also said you were free to leave.”

  “Do you even know who I am?” he demanded, leaning farther over the desk.

  One answer was ‘not really,’ and another answer was ‘not my boss,’ but Genevieve did not say either of those things.

  Instead, she said, “I understand that your business with Mr. Grimoire is very important, but that doesn’t change the fact that he isn’t available yet. Now please, sit back down. I’m sure Mr. Grimoire will return shortly.”

  “You stupid bitch, you do not have the right to—“

  Mr. Daniels didn’t get a chance to say what Genevieve didn’t have the right to do, as the elevator door chose that moment to slide open.

  He whipped towards the elevator to stare at it like a deer in headlights as Genevieve offered a pleasant, “Welcome back, Mr. Grimoire. I hope your meeting went well.”

  “Yeah, it was great, Gen,” Vincent replied, sounding distracted. He focused on Mr. Daniels.

  “Daniels, right?” he asked.

  When he got a stiff not in answer, he asked, “You wanna finish whatever you were about to say?” and nodded towards Genevieve.

  He watched his guest expectantly over the edge of his sunglasses, and Genevieve realized with some surprise that his eyes were actually lilac.

  Mr. Daniels swallowed and shook his head slowly.

  “Didn’t think so. My building, my office, my secretary. You respect them. You don’t get to act like a toddler stomping on sandcastles.” Vincent continued towards his office door.

  “Come on. Time to get this meeting over with.”

  Robert Daniels slunk meekly in Vincent’s wake, and Genevieve relaxed in her seat. That could have gone worse.

  She hadn’t expected Vincent to defend her—she had been fully expecting to need to fend for herself—but she wasn’t going to complain about it.

  The phone rang.

  “Orbital Prime. You’ve reached the office of Vincent Grimoire. How may I direct your call?�
�� Genevieve greeted.

  There was a pause as she listened. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but he’s in a meeting at the moment. Would you like me to take a message?”

  Mr. Daniels stepped out of the office, paused long enough to glance at Genevieve, and then he hunched like a grouchy turtle and hustled into the elevator.

  Genevieve offered him a cheerful, “Have a good evening, Mr. Daniels,” as he left.

  She glanced towards the office when she realized Vincent was leaning in the doorway.

  “How was your meeting?” she asked.

  Vincent made an unimpressed noise.

  “Well enough,” he replied.