6. Sal
Chapter Six
SAL
The moment the door closed behind Clay's back I groaned and buried my face in my hands.
“Shit,” I muttered.
I'd completely lost my cool.
Knowing that he was the guy from my anonymous chats seemed to have rewired my brain. It was suddenly like all those conversations had come straight from that pretty mouth. I could imagine his dimpled smile, his messy blond hair as he pushed it out of his eyes, all the while typing those messages. I wanted to be myself with him.
But he didn't know me, so I also wanted to hold back.
“Ugh.”
It was nearly the end of the workday anyway, so I held off messaging him until after I had shut everything down and had my jacket on.
So, how did it go? You still have a job?
You wouldn't fucking believe it.
I grinned at his immediate response. I hoped that my little offer had made him happy.
I got a raise!
No way!
I'm going to buy a PS5.
I laughed, just as the door to my office opened.
Bill popped his head in, saw the bright smile on my face and whatever he'd been about to say was instantly forgotten.
“What the hell has you so happy?” he asked.
I shrugged, tucking my phone in my pocket.
“Remember your suggestion that I meet someone online?”
He grinned.
“Atta boy,” he said holding the door open for me.
He patted my shoulder as I passed.
“Good for you getting back into the real world.”
“I don't know if I'd call online dating the real world.”
He chuckled, unbothered, but I realized we were talking about this while walking through the main area and there were plenty of our employees still milling about.
Embarrassed, I kept my mouth shut as we reached the elevator, my eyes instantly drawn to the colorful jacket and mess of blond hair that waited in the queue.
Clay had his head bowed over his phone, typing something. My heart started to race knowing that he was probably messaging me.
Sure enough, he stuck his phone in his pocket and a moment later, mine vibrated.
“Check your phone,” Bill said. “It's probably a message from your new prospect.”
I gave him a look, cringing at the fact that he was saying way too much in front of our employees. I liked to keep a profession distance. But Bill only winked in amusement. The bastard was doing this on purpose.
The three other people waiting for the elevator were silent, but I knew they were listening. Clay even tilted a little bit toward us for a second, like he was going to look at us but caught himself. His head was bowed now, but when Bill spoke again, all three of them snorted quietly. They knew he was teasing me.
“I say bite the bullet,” he said. “Ask this person out on a date. You never know, they might take one look at you and run.”
I looked at the three who chuckled incredulously, only then realizing that one of them was my secretary. Great.
Before I could respond, the elevator door opened and we all entered, but Bill wasn't done yet.
“Don't waste all your time chatting,” he went on. “It's better to meet now.”
“ You're the one who told me to just chat with people!” I blurted.
“Yeah but now you found one that you actually like! You don't want to lose them before even getting the chance to see what happens, do you?”
“He's right, sir,” Clay suddenly piped up.
I looked at him incredulously, but he was biting back a smile.
“People online don't just want to chat forever. You have to rip off the band aid.”
I stared for a moment, unable to look away.
“Oh, is that what you do?” I asked.
“Typically,” he shrugged. “You have to at least let them know what they're getting with you. See if they're really interested, you know? Otherwise, it might all be for nothing.”
“He knows what he's talking about,” Bill agreed. “Listen to the boy.”
The elevator door opened, and I sighed in relief, stepping into the main foyer with Bill at my side.
“Coming for drinks?” Bill asked but I shook my head at once.
“No, I have to go bury my head in the sand.”
There was laughter from behind me and I glanced back, catching Clay smiling at me for the first time.
My heart literally skipped a beat and I had to tear my gaze away.
I didn't know what the office was going to think of me now, but I did know that it was all worth it just to see that bright expression on the guy that had been claiming all of my thoughts.
Have you ever realized that you were really wrong about a person?
I read Clay's message for the third time, cheeks hot, knowing that he was talking about me. The real me. Not the one on this dating app.
No. I'm an excellent judge of character.
Of course, you are. You're friends with me, right?
Friends. And he didn't even know my name yet. Guilt swirled in me. I would have to tell him soon. I didn't know how much longer I could drag this on for. Selfishly, I just wanted to be sure that he liked the real me first. At least today had been a bit of a win, I thought. I'd gotten a real smile from him for the first time.
Anyway, I'm talking about my boss. He's actually more chill than I realized.
You cheating on me with another alien CEO?
I bit my lip, wondering if that was a heavy enough hint for him to figure it out. The fact that he'd heard about me chatting with someone online surely meant he'd connect the dots... my phone buzzed.
Nope, you're the only alien hotshot for me.
Although, I'm not sure I could really cheat on you considering that I don't even know your name... I’m Clay by the way.
I bit my lip, heart racing, wondering if this was it.
Then, shamefully, I sent him my nickname only.
My friend's call me Sal
Sal it is... I like it. It suits you.
Damn. I was such an asshole. I should just tell him now, before it was too late.
Well Sal, I promised you another picture. Remember?
I took a sharp breath as the image came through and I hated myself even more because I couldn't look away. His hard cock, held in a firm grip, the tip wet was the most delicious sight I had ever seen. My mouth went dry, cock hardening, blood rushing.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
What do I get for that one?
I swallowed and shook my head, at a loss. I couldn't send him a picture. Not now. The second he saw my pale green skin he would know. But I didn't want him to think I wasn't interested. Not when he was the only person to make me feel like this in who knew how long. Maybe ever.
I'd taken too long to answer. Another message came through.
...do you not like it?
I shut my eyes, then resolutely turned my camera down, pointing it at the large tent in my pants.
Does this answer your question?
I sent him the picture before I lost my nerve. Sitting on my couch in a more comfortable pair of pants than I'd been wearing at work, I doubted he would know it was me. At this point, I had to even the score so that he wasn't embarrassed when he found out the truth—I hoped.
A silent minute passed then a slew of messages came through all at once.
Holy fuck
That's so hot.
You look so big. I want to see it.
Is that right now? From my picture?
Take it out.
“Uh...” I stared at the incoming messages, getting hotter with each one, cock straining harder from the appreciation.
Hand shaking, I reached over and flicked off my light then pulled my cock free. It stood at attention, eager to be touched. Biting my lip, I gave it a few long strokes before pointing my camera at it. Could you see the green in this lighting? I tilted my head, trying to decide. My cock was darker than the rest of me to begin with. It almost looked like shadowing making the color look different.
For a moment, my thin, forked tail whipped anxiously. That didn't happen often. Normally I was in control.
Swallowing, I forced it out of the picture before snapping it and pressing send with a hope and a prayer.
If he figured it out now, so be it, but after this, there was no going back. I would have to tell him tomorrow.
My tail began to whip anxiously again while I waited for a response.