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

by Ashley Hunter

  “Hey there stranger,” she said, wiping up a spot with a rag and then tossing it to the side. “Get you a drink?”

  The man’s head twitched when she spoke, and he looked her dead on. That hungry look in his eye intensified as he scanned up and down her body.

  “Yes,” he said, his voice low and eerie. “I believe I know exactly what I want.”

  “Which is?”

  The side of his mouth curled up, exposing an unnaturally long incisor. “Rum. Coke. Don’t go easy on the pour, huh?”

  Bernadette glanced over to the liquor wall where the rum sat just above her head. When she reached up to grab the bottle, the stranger produced a nearly inaudible moan. This man’s eyes made her feel as though he’d just puked all over her.

  There was an unnatural, intangible sense about him that grated against the grain of her sensibilities. Bernadette was used to every man in town trying to take her virginity, but this one was downright revolting.

  Rushing to get away from him, she poured the man his drink, took his money, then went back into the kitchen.

  “Larry,” she said to the cook, “I’m stepping out back for a smoke.”

  “You don’t smoke,” Larry called back.

  She knew that just as well as he did, but she just had to get away from that man. She’d wait out back for as long as it took until he left, and she didn’t care if every person in that bar got fed up with the lack of service and left as well. The whole damn bar could burn to the ground for all she cared.

  Once outside, she shook and did the “gross guy dance” in an attempt to get the stench off of her.

  Footsteps crunched over gravel in a rush toward her.

  Bernadette turned to see who it was, and saw the gross man charging her. She barely had time to throw up her arms before he threw himself through the air, tackling her. The second she opened her mouth to scream, his hand clamped down on her throat to silence her.

  “Shh, shh, shh,” he said, spittle flying from his teeth as he shushed her. “Quiet now. I love you, but I’ll snap your neck if you make another sound.”

  Bernadette’s mouth was open wide but she couldn’t pull in any air passed his hand.

  “Quiet?” he asked in a whisper, and she nodded quickly. His grip loosened, but didn’t leave entirely.

  Deep gasping breaths filled her lungs, and she immediately started crying. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the strangulation.

  “Oh, baby, all I want is you. You’re going to be mine, see. We’re going to go into the woods now, you and I, and I’m going to put my heir inside you.” He groaned, brushing his nose along the side of her throat, an insane laugh ripping from him.

  “I smelled you. Oooh, I smelled you from miles away. You have no idea. No idea. None of what you are. Oh, my sweet. You will be mine. Your smell as sweet as meat, deep as blood, but to see you…”

  His entire body shuddered atop hers, his weight crushing her. When his slimy, red tongue licked up her neck, she had to turn her head away. Bile rose to the back of her throat, but she was afraid to vomit lest he choke her to death.

  “Your curves. I need your thick, sweet, delicious body. I need to feel you, to be in you. You don’t even know. You don’t, do you? You don’t know.”

  “Know what?” she asked, not sure why she even bothered. The way he was so frantic about it, so crazed.

  The hand on her throat rose to her chin, gripping her face and turning it to him. His eyes flashed golden, and when he grinned, his two fangs grew a full inch. The middle of his face pushed out, almost like a muzzle, and he started laughing. That big red tongue lolled out the side of his mouth.

  She screamed. It wasn’t intentional, but it happened all the same. The sound cut off in an instant when he grabbed her by the throat again, pure rage taking over his features, turning him into a monster.

  “I said not to scream!”

  Bernadette thrashed under him, trying to free herself, but he was impossibly strong. The tips of her fingers struck something solid. In that moment, she had no idea what it was, but she pushed her body to the side, and was able to slip her fingers around the cold metal thing.

  She didn’t hold anything back as she lifted the thing and crashed it into the man’s head. Metal struck his skull, the light going out from his eyes in an instant, and his body toppled to the side.

  Bernadette sucked in air, coughing and choking, her throat aching and burning. Pain pulsed from her neck and down her shoulders as she climbed out from under him. His body, limp and lifeless, rolled to the side when she stood.

  Bursting through the doors back into the kitchens, Bernadette screamed for Larry. Over and over she screamed his name, even when he was right beside her. She screamed, her entire body pitching forward as her mind unleashed all the emotion she was feeling.

  The other patrons of the bar came rushing into the kitchen to see what was going on. Henry, one of the older regulars, came forward and gingerly took the object from her hand.

  “Whose blood is this?” he asked. The object she’d grabbed had been a piece of rebar with a hunk of bloody concrete stuck to the end.

  “He tried to, that man, outside. He’s outside,” she said between choking sobs.

  “C’mon boys, let’s get the sucker!” Henry cried, the eight other men taking up the cry.

  When they rushed out there, she expected to hear something. Shock at the dead body, or a fight, or something. Instead, the only sounds were of confusion.

  Pushing Larry away, Bernadette forced her way outside and through the crowd of men.

  On the gravel was a small pool of blood and the word “MINE” smeared with the blood on the gravel.

  Chapter 2

  One week later, Bernadette sat at the desk of her new job. Mary, her old high school friend, helped her get the job working as secretary for possibly the youngest, and most handsome billionaire in the entire city.

  After the mess back in town, and knowing that… thing, was still out there, Bernadette had to leave. Disappear. There was no way she would risk him finding her again.

  Here, among all these people, she felt she could make a fresh new start. Now she just had to do well for a reputed hard-ass. If she got fired, she didn’t know what she’d do.

  “All right,” Susanne the hiring manager said, “just like we discussed on the phone. Bring him his coffee the moment he comes in the door, write down everything he says, and just please don’t talk back or make eye-contact. I really stuck my neck out for you because Mary helped me a few months back, and if you make me look bad—“

  “Why, oh why,” a man’s sing-song voice carried through the floor, “am I looking at an old ass bent over a desk?”

  “Mr. Delacroix,” Susanne said, shooting up straight and spinning around.

  “You’re early.”

  “Am I not allowed to come in and run my own business? I’m sorry, I didn’t get the email saying you were in charge now.”

  “No,” she said, looking down.

  “I just meant, I was just giving young Bernadette here the tips on—“

  “Black,” Delacroix said, looking at Bernadette. It was as though Susanne had simply disappeared from his mind.

  “Excuse me?” Bernadette asked.

  “Black.”

  “I don’t—“

  “Black!” Then, turning to a stunned Susanne, “Why are you still here?”

  The woman jumped, and shot a look at Bernadette that said “good luck” and she scurried away.

  “Black,” he said again. “Black. Black.”

  Bernadette, flustered, ran her hands along her desk and held up a ball-point pen.

  “What the—“ he said, grabbing the pen and throwing it disdainfully to the side. “Now! Black! Go!”

  Right, the coffee!

  Delacroix slapped his hand on the desk with each word as he shouted, “Now, now, now, go!”

  Bernadette jumped from her chair, nearly tripping over her new shoes, and hurried off t
o the coffee station.

  Was he serious with this? Mary had mentioned he was a little difficult to work for, but this… A little difficult? The man was a petulant child!

  Bernadette shook her head as she poured coffee into a disposable cup. If this kept up, she wasn’t sure how long she could take it.

  After years of putting up with drunk patrons, she thought anything would be better than that crap town.

  Now, she found herself missing it. At least it was stable work that she knew.

  Bernadette stepped quickly, trying to not spill the coffee and failing. The hot liquid splashed over the side, burning her fingers. Not wanting to waste more time, she just hissed at the pain and kept going.

  Her 33 year old boss was in his office. He’d taken off his coat and sat at his desk, organizing some paperwork.

  Not wanting to disturb him, she stepped to the side of the desk and set the cup on the edge.

  The man’s hand snapped out in a flash, hitting the cup and spilling the coffee on the floor.

  “What the hell is the matter with you?” he asked her.

  Bernadette stared with an open mouth as the huge coffee stain on the gray carpet.

  “I asked you a question. You do speak English, yes?”

  “Y-yes,” she said, pulling her eyes away and looking at him.

  “I do, sir. Nothing is wrong with me. What the he—“ The look in his eye cut off the sentence for her, and she clamped her mouth shut.

  “My coffee,” he said slowly, “goes here.”

  Shocked, Bernadette watched his impertinent little finger rise and touch on a coaster at the front of his desk.

  “I see.”

  “Do you see this? This ring you’ve put on my $60,000 desk? If this isn’t cleaned up in 30 seconds, I’ll deem the entire piece of furniture trashed. And do you know who will be buying me a new desk?”

  “Me.”

  “Correct. Do you have $60,000? Because I’ll want an exact replica of this one.”

  “No sir, I don’t.”

  “You don’t. Well that’s unfortunate, because you’re still standing there. 17 seconds.”

  Bernadette looked around, instantly frantic for a rag or something to wipe away the coffee stain.

  For the briefest moment, she considered grabbing his coat and wiping up the coffee with that, but that struck her as an idea slightly worse than simply throwing herself out the window.

  When he started counting down from five, she dashed forward, pulled up the hem of her skirt, and used it to wipe the desk clean.

  “…one,” he said.

  “Close. Why are you still standing there? Clean that mess up. Get me my coffee. This is a bad first day.”

  Dumbfounded, Bernadette turned and started to walk from the office, unable to think of anything to say in reply.

  “You make a terrible first impression,” he called after her, and she hunched her shoulders against the crushing weight of his words.

  Chapter 3

  The next week was a series of foibles and insults. He never name-called directly, but he was a master of speaking to her as though she were an idiot.

  Of all things, Bernadette considered herself a quick study. It was how she made it through school, and how she took to bartending so well.

  Louis Delacroix was a particular man, but he wasn’t nearly as complicated as he wanted everything to believe. There was an air of mystery about him, however, and one that she had trouble cracking.

  No one knew where he went at night, or exactly where he lived. He had mail come in from all over the world, some of it arriving at the office, others in various post office boxes around the city. Some only received letters, while others only received packages.

  He never opened any of the mail in the presence of anyone, and only asked Bernadette to send his outgoing mail for him. He was consistent, however, and punctual.

  As long as she stay on top of the schedule, anticipating his needs became intuitive. Coffee, notes, and mid-afternoon readings of that morning’s notes as he’d forgotten what he’d said just a few hours ago.

  By the end of the week, she started to find the groove. He stopped talking to her like she was a moron, and she’d figured out his habits well enough to keep up.

  Thursday night she found herself at the supermarket picking up a few emergency food items when she passed by the pharmacy, specifically, the vitamin aisle. The idea came to her, and though part of her suspected he might fire her on the spot, another insisted he’d find the humor in it just as she would.

  Bernadette couldn’t afford to lose this job, but neither could she keep up a façade of demure secretary for much longer. That shell was going to crack, and when it did, he’d be forced to deal with whom she was. And this, right here, was who she was.

  Bernadette snatched up the pill bottle and decided that whatever happened was going to happen tomorrow, and best it be over with if it was going to happen.

  Friday morning she was just a few steps behind Louis as he came in. As he hung up his jacket and sat at his desk, she placed his cup of black coffee on the coaster and set down the pill bottle next to it. The sound of the pills rattling in the bottle got his attention.

  “What’s this?”

  “B12. For memory. It’s a vitamin deficiency most notable in old people.”

  When he looked up at her, she added, “Or people with severe bowel disorders.”

  It was everything she could do to keep a straight face as she pulled out her notepad and pen, ready to write down whatever he said.

  Louis leaned back in his chair, his tongue probing the inside of his cheek as he looked at her and then the pill bottle.

  “Do you know how many secretaries I’ve had in the last three years, Bernie?”

  “My name is Bernadette. And no I don’t. Sir.”

  The barest hint of a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth, a sign that he struggled to keep a straight face just as much as she was. “17.”

  “Holy shit.”

  Louis’s eyebrows shot up and he looked at her.

  Bernadette sucked her lips into her mouth, embarrassed at the outburst, and then added, “Sir.”

  “Holy shit, indeed,” he said.

  “And not one of them was,” he paused and ran his tongue over his front teeth, “thoughtful enough, shall we say, to provide me with a vitamin supplement.”

  “Will there be anything else?” she asked, pointedly adding in a belated, “Sir.”

  “That will be all,” he said, finally smiling and turning to his paperwork.

  Bernadette left his office feeling far more confident than she had all week.

  It was another two weeks before anything significant happened, but during those two weeks, there were a number of small things. Small sidelong glances she caught of him, looking at her when her back was turned. He started thanking her in the morning when she brought him his coffee.

  Of all the things, that was the most noticeable by the other employees. In all his time as their boss, no one could ever recall him thanking anyone for anything. Naturally, this led them all to assume she was sleeping with her boss, but Bernadette adamantly refused.

  Mary backed her up on this, fortunately, siting the fact that her entire town had been trying to get in her pants since she’d come of age. Some of the creepier ones not even waiting that long.

  Of course, this story spread throughout the office building, and it wasn’t until the end of those two weeks when it finally came around to bite her in the ass.

  The rule was that if he worked late, she worked late. Fortunately for her, this rarely came up as he was strict in his use of time outside of the office.

  Twice, however, this rule had been invoked, and she’d lost her entire evening to sifting through papers and answering emergency phone calls.

  Chapter 4

  It was the second time, as they were looking through records for a particular series of transactions that he very bluntly started a conversation.

  “So. Y
ou’re a virgin, I hear.”

  The clicking of Bernadette’s keyboard slowed to a stop and she looked over at him. “Is this appropriate office conversation?”