Page 5 of Billionaire Alien Boss Daddy

The floorboards creak behind me. Simon's presence looms large, his breath hot against my neck. The scent of leather and smoke envelops me, and my pulse quickens traitorously.

"So you're arrogant?" His voice drops low, dangerous.

"No, Sir," I reply without missing a beat. "I'm just confident in my ability to serve you, Sir."

The words feel heavy on my tongue, laden with something I can’t quite name. My cheeks burn, but I resist the urge to fidget. I keep my hands steady on the edge of the chair, my posture rigid.

Simon grunts, a low rumble that vibrates through the room, making the air between us feel charged. "An excellent answer," he growls, and the corners of his mouth twitch. "Perhaps the best I’ve ever heard."

Pride surges through me, hot and heady, mingling with something else—something giddy and electric. My pulse quickens, and I’m surprised by how much his approval means to me. It’s not just about the job anymore. I want him to keep looking at me like that, like I’ve just handed him a secret he didn’t know he was searching for.

He stares, his gray eyes sharp, assessing. "What if I tell you to scrap the proposal you’ve spent hours on and draft an entirely new one? What then?"

"I will obey." The words slip out before I can second-guess them, and they crackle in the air between us. My voice is steady, but there’s something beneath it, a current Simon can’t miss. The double entendre is impossible to ignore, and I don’t even try to hide it. I like saying those words—more than I expected. And judging by the way his pupils dilate, he likes hearing them.

He doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on me, heavy and deliberate. The silence stretches, the tension thickening until it’s almost tangible. I can hear my own heartbeat, a rapid thrum in my ears.

"Good," he finally says, his voice rougher than before. "What if I tell you to take an overseas trip on a moment’s notice? No time to prepare, no time to think. Just go."

"I will obey." This time, I look him straight in the eyes, refusing to break the connection. My breath hitches, and I can tell he notices—his chest rises and falls just a little faster, his mask slipping ever so slightly. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, and I feel the heat pool in my stomach, a strange, unfamiliar warmth.

He leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk, and his voice drops lower, almost a purr. "What if I tell you to work weekends, holidays, nights—no exceptions, no excuses?"

"I will obey." My voice doesn’t waver, but I’m breathing harder now, my chest rising and falling visibly. His eyes flicker to my neck, and I feel my pulse throb under his scrutiny.

The questions keep coming, each one more hypothetical, more absurd. Yet, my answer remains the same—three words that seem to unravel something in both of us with every repetition. Simon’s composure is fraying, his breaths coming quicker, his questions growing sharper, more pointed. He’s pushing me, testing me, but it feels like he’s doing it just to hear me say those words again and again.

And I don’t mind. Not at all.

The room feels smaller now, the air thicker, charged with an energy I can’t explain. My skin prickles, and I shift in my seat, trying to ground myself, but it’s useless. Every time I say, “I will obey,” it’s like a spark ignites between us, and I can’t tell which one of us is more affected by it.

Simon’s eyes are dark now, his voice a low rumble that. "What if I tell you to stay late tonight? No questions, no hesitation."

I don’t even think before I answer. "I will obey."

The printer whirs to life, spitting out sheets in crisp succession. Simon doesn’t look at me as he gathers them, his fingers precise and deliberate. He hands the stack over without a word, his gray eyes locking onto mine like he’s trying to bore through my skull.

"This is your contract offer," he says, his voice flat, almost bored. "Read it over carefully. In one hour, you must either sign it or return it."

I take the papers, my fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. A jolt runs up my arm, and I force myself not to react. Instead, I nod, all business, and start flipping through the pages. The numbers jump out at me first—the salary, the bonuses, the stock options. It’s more than generous. It’s obscene.

I did it. I impressed the meanest alpha-hole boss in America, and I landed the job. For a second, I let myself bask in the glow of accomplishment, the thrill of knowing I’ve proven myself to someone as exacting as Simon Karr.

Then reality crashes in. It’s not real. I’m not here to work for him. I’m here to spy on him for Silas. The thought feels like a wet blanket smothering my elation, and I push it aside, focusing on the contract in front of me.

I skim the clauses, my gaze catching on one in particular. My eyes widen, and I glance up at Simon. He’s watching me with that same intensity, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.

"The contract stipulates that you must approve of my clothing choices both inside and outside of work," I say, keeping my tone neutral. "But there’s nothing about specific details, or whether I will be compensated for buying all these new clothes."

Simon’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile. "If I’m approving your wardrobe, Miss Redding, I’ll ensure it’s suitable. As for compensation..." He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "I will cover the expense. And I’ll expect receipts."

"You’ll expect receipts?" I raise an eyebrow, trying to hide the flutter in my stomach. "Do you micromanage all your employees this closely, or am I special?"

The corner of his mouth tilts up, and for a moment, I think he’s going to smile. But the look disappears as quickly as it came. "You’re special," he says. "But don’t let that go to your head. I hold everyone to the same standards. Precision. Discipline. Obedience."

The way he says “obedience” is super hot. I clear my throat, forcing myself to stay composed. "So, what happens if you don’t approve of my choices? Do I get a demerit? A write-up?"

Simon doesn’t miss a beat. "You’ll correct it. Immediately. And if it happens again, there will be consequences."

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