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“My home isn’t nearly as nice as your vessel, but I would be more than happy to share it with you for as long as you want. And if my happiness is your concern, how will you know if you don’t stay with me?”

“I-well-I couldn’t possibly impose on you.” It was clear this was not something he had even considered.

“You saved me. How can I not save you now? Come live with me and we’ll build a much better life than we’ve known on our own. You will be able to choose your own life now. There’s no one to tell you to kill or protect laws you don’t believe in.”

Alexander’s eyes were pleading, “But how do you know you won’t regret this decision?”

“Do you regret saving me?”

“No!”

“Not even a little? Not even though life as you knew it is over?”

“I’ve never doubted it was the right thing to do.”

Trisha tilted her head, “That is difficult to believe.”

“But it’s the truth! Saving you was worth it, no matter the cost.”

Trish moved a little closer to him and looked Alexander directly in the eyes, “And why do you think I would regret this decision? My life would be changed for the better.”

Alexander looked down at her, “I’m not worth you giving up your search for the right mate for the rest of your life.”

Trisha laughed, “Alexander, if you aren’t the perfect life mate, I will never find him.”

Alexander looked down at her mouth and his resolve ended. He leaned forward slowly and gently he kissed her.

“Thank you Trisha, for saving me. I will try to live up to your expectations.”

Trisha smiled, “Thank you Alexander, for saving me from a much worse fate. I promise to be happy as long as you stay with me.”

For the first time since they started the discussion, Alexander smiled. His right hand pulled her lower back to him and his left hand went up to her neck. Trisha leaned her head back and he began kissing her neck. He carried her a little way up the shore and laid her down gently on the sand like substance, the waves from the pool gently lapping over them.

Alexander’s hands slipped under her and pulled at the strings on her bikini top as he kissed her neck. They moved to the straps and he slid them off of her shoulders as she pressed her pelvis into his. He moaned and then his hands moved much more rapidly. Stroking her now bare breasts, he pressed into her.

She giggled, and slipped her hands down his back again. This time, instead of protesting, he lifted up and allowed her to slide them down his legs. One leg at a time, he removed them. Trisha looked down and saw that Alexander had the perfect male figure. She had seen pictures in sex ed, but this was her first exposure to a fully naked man. The sight was more thrilling than she had thought it would be.

Alexander watched her. When she looked up, she smiled at him as he gave her a shy grin. Before she could say a word, his mouth was on hers and his hands were pulling off her bikini bottom. He rested his forehead on hers and slowly he slid between her thighs. He placed a hand under her lower back and lightly pressed inside her.

She tensed at the initial penetration, but he was so cautious and gentle that Trisha felt very little pain. Once he had broken her hymen, he slid all the way inside and held it as her body reacted to the first sexual contact. Slowly, he began to move out and in, in and out, and her body reacted with hunger. She pulled his face down and they made love on the beach, a world of pleasure and delight open to both of them for the first time in their lives.

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Seduced By The Alien Boss

Julia Sexton

 Copyright 2015 by Julia Sexton

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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.