Twin Boss: Gemini (Zodiac Alphas)

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  Twin Boss

  A Zodiac Alphas Romance

  Gia Star

  Copyright © 2017 by Gia Star

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  GEMINI MEN

  LOVING THE GEMINI MAN

  Birthdates: May 21 – June 20

  Elements: Air

  Strengths: Gentle, affectionate, curious, adaptable, ability to learn quickly and exchange ideas

  Weaknesses: Nervous, inconsistent, indecisive

  When a Gemini man falls in love, it is hard to say how long it will last. He needs change and responds to the excitement and the surprising nature of their loved one. While he feels emotion, he thinks that it goes deep and will rarely ask himself if it is just something that will pass tomorrow. Enjoying the moment, he could truly get on their partner’s nerves if they constantly try to make plans for their future together. This doesn’t mean Gemini partner doesn’t care, but he needs spontaneity in his life because everything else makes him feel tied down. He is gentle, exciting, changeable, detached and can certainly make a woman laugh. He is all those things in one person and all in one day, every day.

  This is a man who gives little meaning to the act of sex. He has a youthful glow around him and will usually be potent for many years, but he doesn’t care about sex as much as he cares about the excitement that goes with it. He wants someone to challenge him but not dig into his insecurities. He needs someone smart enough who says the right things at the right time. He likes sex outdoors and can be quite a pervert, with no ill intention hidden. If he is in a long-term relationship, he will expect change in their sexual activities all the time, almost as if he is frightened of the routine and what it represents. Gemini needs to be on the move, always changing partners, positions or locations.

  Gemini - the Caring Twins: There is so much childish innocence in the nature of Gemini, telling their tale of brotherhood, love between best friends and relatives who are entirely different by character, circumstances, physical appearance or upbringing. They are in this world to mend differences and make them feel right, ready to give their life for a brother or a friend. Gemini Love and Sex Fun and always ready for an intellectual challenge, Gemini sees love first through communication and verbal contact, and find it as important as physical contact with their partner. When these two combine, obstacles all seem to fade. Inquisitive and always ready to flirt, a Gemini could spend a lot of time with different lovers until they find the right one who is able to match their intellect and energy. They need excitement, variety and passion, and when they find the right person, a lover, a friend and someone to talk to combined into one, they will be faithful and determined to always treasure their heart.

  Chapter One

  “Owen and Oliver Jones,” Lori said aloud, as she looked over the list of details in her hand for the umpteenth time that morning. Apparently, her new employers were twin brothers who had a well-known and less than likable reputation.

  Not to say the brothers weren’t likable, themselves. On the contrary, they were notorious for their professionalism, dedication and initiative in their business. They were also well known for their charisma, charm and matching good looks. Who wouldn’t want a double dose of that?

  Their secretaries wouldn’t, as it turned out. Evidently, the flip side to the men’s positive traits was enough to drive away multiple assistants as well as a few other staff members.

  Lori had already received the same look of distaste and even pity from multiple people when she’d inquired about her new position at the front desk, and it was much less than encouraging. Everyone seemed to have the same opinion that she was a goner from the get-go; not that she’d actually asked anyone for their opinion. And so far, that was irritating her worse than the looming reputation she was apparently meant to be so afraid of. Who were these people to assume she couldn’t handle it? Whether she could or not was up to her, not them.

  Lori now looked up at the door leading to the twin’s secretary office. ‘Not much point in waiting around and debating about any of this,’ she thought to herself. ‘You have a job to do and you do it.’ So, with a quick roll of her shoulders, she opened the door.

  The room was spacious and carpeted with pleasant blues to compliment the rich brown wood of the desk and wall paneling. There was a single, large L-shaped desk straight ahead and a small seating area in front of it, no doubt for waiting clients. On the left side of the room was a dark wooden door with the name “O. Jones” plated to it. Glancing to the right, she saw a matching door with a matching plaque that also read “O. Jones”.

  Lori wondered if she should take a seat in the waiting area or knock on one of the doors. Glancing at the desk, she saw a note card propped up that had her name on the front. She picked it up and opened it.

  “Your duties will be relayed to you. We expect professionalism and timely performance”

  That was it. No signature, no welcome, and no further details. Lori quirked her brow and checked the back of the card. Nothing. The message wasn’t even handwritten. ‘Well,’ she thought. ‘Alright then.’

  She took her seat at the desk, setting her bag underneath it and checked the clock: 6:48am. She was scheduled to start at seven, so she figured she would most likely hear form someone before long. She was a little surprised that she was the only one who had a desk in the room though. Was she really expected to do everything for both bosses, herself? Perhaps. If nothing else, she’d certainly be busy. But if this were the case, then why weren’t there any detailed instructions left for her? Why was no one here to meet her? Was she supposed to knock on the office doors and announce herself? Which door should she knock on? ‘Seriously guys, you couldn’t put your first names on your doors?’

  She decided to wait it out a little and looked around her desk. She had two telephones on either side of her. Her eyes moved from one to the next with little expression. Were these for different purposes, or did her bosses really feel the need to do this with everything? She only had one computer on the adjacent side of the desk, and a bulletin board full of overlapping notes, numbers and business cards that she didn’t know what to do with. She began to search the desk drawers for some kind of contact book.

  When she next glanced at the clock it was three minutes to seven and she still hadn’t found one. Nor had she heard or seen anyone come into the office. She sighed to herself, wishing there were something she could be working on instead of just sitting there. Her dad had always told her it was best to appear busy at your job, even if you really weren’t, and from there he’d always go into a speech about the importance of appearance and performance in any line of work. Easy for him to say, he was a lawyer and all about appearances. That was how she’d landed this job in the first place; her new bosses were her father’s clients. And as such, he had made it repeatedly clear that she was expected to perform to the best of her abilities so as not to make either herself, her family or her employers look bad in anyway. ‘No pressure,’ she had thought sarcastically.

  After giving up looking for any kind of clue as to what she could be doing with her time, she decided to just enjoy sitting in her comfortable seat for the time being. No doubt it would be her only chance for some relaxed time if these guys were going to be keeping her very busy. She checked her reflection in the vacant screen of her computer monitor, making sure the hig
her parts of her hair were still neatly clipped back behind her head. Her hair had always been thick and it was more of a nuisance than she would’ve liked. It just felt heavy. But she’d spent many of her younger years with short hair and decided she’d leave it long for a while. Change was always good.

  Five minutes after seven, she decided to make herself known. ‘Since no one seems interested in “relaying duties” to me,’ she thought. Heading over to the door that was now on her left, she knocked. No response. She leaned in to see if she could hear anyone speaking, but she couldn’t. The office was very quiet, she was sure she’d have been able to hear something if they were on a phone call or having a meeting. After waiting a moment, she walked over to the other door and did the same. Still nothing. Were they simply not here? Where would they be? She thought about going back to the main desk to ask, but decided she didn’t want any more looks. Maybe she could just call the front desk, but she didn’t know the extension number. Why were there no instructions left for her? They clearly knew she was coming, otherwise they wouldn’t have left the card.

  Lori went back around to her desk and checked underneath it in case something might have gotten lost down there. But the floor was bare and clean. She heard a door open and hit her head under the desk in her attempt to get out from under it.

  She cursed under her breath and held her head as she looked over the desktop toward the men who just walked in. The one who’d entered first stopped and looked at her with an unreadable expression, while the second appeared behind him and looked curiously past the first. Each held a to-go carton with two covered beverages and some kind of wrapped edible. She’d heard from numerous people and seen in magazines about their devilish good looks, but she hadn’t been expecting what was in front of her. Words and photographs did them no justice. The Twins were stunning.

  “Good morning,” Lori said, getting to her feet and trying not to look as aggravated as she felt with her throbbing head. She felt the heat rush to her face under their hard stare.

  “Were you just hiding under that desk?” the first man asked.

  “No,” she said with a short, but nervous, laugh. “I was looking to see if anything might have fallen down there. I wasn’t sure what I should be working on, you see. I saw the note card but there wasn’t much to go on, and I knocked on both of the doors, but…” she trailed off as both men simply stared at her. God, they were beautiful. She smiled and walked around her desk with her hand out. “Sorry. Hi, I’m Lori Bennett.”

  “Obviously,” the first twin said, bypassing her and heading toward the second door she had knocked on. Lori turned her attention to the second one who didn’t take her hand either but at least nodded at her with a half-assed smile.

  ‘Okay,’ Lori thought, letting her hand fall before putting it behind her back with the other one. She should have a least expected that after what everyone had pre-warned her about, but she’d dealt with arrogant pricks before and she wasn’t going to allow two spoilt twins to defeat her. Two incredibly handsome spoit twins. She kept her tone light and addressed the second one.

  “I came in at about quarter to seven.”

  “Mmn,” was all she got in response as he made his way toward the first door she had knocked on. Each went into their respective offices, and one door closed after another, leaving Lori to stand there in the middle of the room.

  ‘What the hell?’ she resisted saying out loud. Then she remembered the looks she had received at the front desk. Was this what they were referring to? Were the twins just rude to people or what? Sliding her jaw to the side with some thought, she decided she could only do what she could do, therefore she was not in the wrong. She took a seat in one of the waiting chairs and decided she would stay there until they came back out and told her what to do. Minutes went by, taking their sweet time as they did. Still, neither of the men came out of their offices.

  Lori really didn’t like just sitting and doing nothing. Not when she was sure there was something productive she could be doing, or learning, or preparing for. She strummed her fingers on the arm chair and took turns looking at either door. They hadn’t even introduced themselves, how was she supposed to know who was who? They were wearing matching suits too; casual ones, she noticed. She looked down at herself and figured her own trousers and fitting beige sweater was acceptable attire for the place. She sighed to herself and wondered if they’d be out once they finished their food. Her father’s voice began to nag in her head about initiative, and appearances. She rolled her eyes and hoisted herself to her feet, heading for the door of the one who had smirked at her. At least he had kinder eyes. She knocked and waited. No reply. Again, she leaned in close to see if he might be on the phone, but she heard nothing.

  “Mr. Jones?” she called, and knocked again. “Mr. Jones?”

  The other door opened across the room. She turned and saw the man who had first ignored her handshake looking less than pleased.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Um,” she gestured to the door beside her before turning to face him directly. “I wasn’t sure if someone was going to give me instructions for the day.”

  He looked at her as though she’d just said something ludicrous. She tried again.

  “I saw the note card about someone relaying my duties to me but I wasn’t sure if it would come from you directly, or if someone else was going to come in, or…” she trailed off again, wondering why he was looking at her like that.

  “What’s the problem?” a voice said directly behind her, and she jumped with a gasp. She spun around and saw the other twin standing very close to her. She hadn’t even heard the door open! He raised his eyebrows at her alarm but didn’t seem very enthused.

  Her heartrate increased from the sudden fright, but more than anything she was getting annoyed at repeating herself.

  “I’d just like to know what I should be doing today. That’s all.”

  The man looked over her head, and when she turned back, she saw the first man looking like he was displeased with something. He put his hands to his hips and took a few steps closer. Damnit they were hard work, but they sure as hell smelt good.

  “I was under the impression you’ve had experience as a secretary,” he said.

  “Yes, I have.” She replied.

  “So, what’s the problem?”

  She blinked at him, and turned to the one closest to her. He seemed to be waiting for a response too.

  “I’m… I’m experienced, but I’m still new to this company. I can’t do my job if I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

  “Did she,” the first one spoke again, “Or did she not just say she had experience?”

  “That’s what I heard,” said the second one.

  Lori was getting tired of turning back and forth so she stepped closer to her desk to get both men in her perspective. But now she was cornered.

  “So why would you need us to tell you your job?” the first asked.

  ‘Are you serious?’ she thought. She fought hard to keep the annoyance off her face, but it was becoming a real struggle. It would be bad taste to give up and quit on the first day, let alone embarrassing for her father, but she was starting to wonder what she gotten herself into. Could they really be this bad all the time?

  “Specifics, I guess I should say,” she answered after taking a few breaths. “What specifically would you like me to do for you here?”

  Now the man looked utterly dumbfounded, and made a sort of mute stammering gesture to his brother. The other raised his eyebrows even higher and quirked his mouth as though he were in some kind of less dramatic agreement.

  “Wow,” the first said, letting his eyes wander aimlessly at the room behind him before turning back to face Lori. “What did you do during your last ‘experiences’?”

  “I answered phones, entered data in to the computers, relayed messages and basically worked on anything I could to make the boss’s job easier,” she answered confidently, despite the growing heat
in her face.

  “And a fine job you did,” he said with a false smile. “I was just saying that to my brother when we had to go out to get our own coffee this morning.”

  Lori frowned a little. “I wasn’t given any instruction to-”

  “And now we have less time to get our own work done. And you’re holding us up even more by asking stupid questions?”

  ‘Who’s asking the stupid questions here?’ she thought. She kept her tone civil despite feeling her patience crumble and falter.

  “I’d have gotten to work straight away if I’d had instructions left for me.”

  The other twin in the doorway sighed and leaned back against the doorframe.

  “How about answering the phones?” The first said with a shrug. “Is that not straight forward enough?”

  “The phones haven’t rung,” Lori said.

  “Really?” he asked with disbelief.

  “Really.”

  “Two phones and neither of them were ringing all morning?”

  “No.”

  “I highly doubt that,” he said. “They’re constantly ringing.”

  “They haven’t rung since you’ve come back,” she pointed out. “The lights are on, so I know they’re plugged in.”

  He looked at her for a moment, evidently not liking what he was hearing. He looked at the phone as though he expected it to prove his point any second. It didn’t. Lori was beginning to feel a little better, until the man bent down and picked up a loose cord. He held it up and looked at her expectantly. She stared at it for a moment before realizing it wasn’t the power cord. Both phones were plugged into an adapter that was meant to go into a single phone jack; and it was unplugged.

  She pressed her lips together.

  “So now we can add missed calls to the list of things going oh-so-right today,” he said.

  She kept her head up but lowered her eyes. “I didn’t think to check that. I apologize.”