Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set

by Richensexi, Amanda

  But you didn't have to go hunt down Sally after my performance like you did with Elizabeth's, Charli wanted to point out.

  "Your girlfriends, you mean," Elizabeth snorted.

  The microphone screeched and Charli faced forward again, her heart pounding. She was oddly nervous, as if she really cared about the outcome of the group's decision. Draken looked comfortable and casual up on stage, his auburn hair tousled. His forearms, exposed by his rolled-up shirt sleeves, bulged with muscle. As for his pants...

  No erection. Well, of course. He could hardly walk up in front of all these people with a blatant hard-on. She wondered how he'd managed it. Mental discipline? Or had he taken care of it himself - or did he have assistance?

  Did he have his own Sally in the building?

  "All right, everyone," Draken's deep voice boomed via the mic. "Without further ado, I'd like to welcome Elizabeth Armitage-Gauthier and Charli Fontina to our demo team. Ladies, we look forward to working with you. Jeannie, Loren, and Babs, thanks for auditioning today―we'd love to have you back when we start another round of testing.

  "I'd also like to thank ATJ's incredibly diligent research team for working their asses off to get Mr. Robasm ready for the demo today. Though some of you may think designing a sex robot is no hardship―"―this sparked general laughter―"what they've managed to do here is astounding. Our humble sex toy is a product of the human resources of eight countries, and the implication of the technologies we've developed will go far beyond what you've seen in this room. Every time the world makes advances in robotics, we make strides toward a revolution in AI technology that promises to improve our quality of life in significant ways.

  "So that's it. I hope you'll all spread the word, while still remembering the confidentiality agreements you signed. Press guys―I'm talking to you. Our new demo ladies' identities are off-limits. Right?"

  "Right, Draken," came a couple of shouts from the audience.

  "I'll be around for the next―" Draken looked at his watch―"forty-five minutes to take questions. Thanks for coming today, everyone."

  And with that, Draken was surrounded. Charli gathered up her things and said good-bye to Elizabeth. Matthew was busy aiding Draken, so she didn't interrupt him, though she had about a thousand questions. A few people tried to talk to her―presumably the press people―but she managed to pry herself out of there.

  Her phone buzzed just as she reached for the door handle of her car.

  Draken Almatto: Congrats.

  Charli Fontina: Thanks. I think. I didn't actually accept the position, you know.

  Draken Almatto: A technicality. Look for the contract to sign. It's being delivered by messenger tomorrow.

  Charli Fontina: Great.

  Draken Almatto: You'll love it, baby.

  Draken Almatto: Don't forget. Tonight. Texts and pics.

  Draken Almatto: Also don't forget to update your profile to "Taken"

  Charli Fontina: I may. Or I may not.

  Draken Almatto: It's not optional.

  Charli Fontina: Bastard.

  Charli Fontina: Oh, I was wondering. What are you going to do to ease your frustration? Do you have a Sally?

  Draken Almatto: Ah. That's what's got your panties in a bunch.

  Draken Almatto: I have a few dozen Sallies. As does Matthew, BTW. You keep underestimating him.

  Charli Fontina: Fuck you.

  Draken Almatto: Best not till Monday, darling. See you then.

  ♥

  You tell me: Should I write more of Charli and Draken's story?

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  -Amanda Richensexi