Page 29 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
Okay, she must’ve died and gone to heaven. Or purgatory.
Definitely not hell. Alissia had been woken up with quaint chirping sounds every morning since she’d moved in, after all.
It wasn’t her doing, either. This house–Rynar’s house–was amazing. It had absolutely every convenience Alissia could dream of and ones she had never even thought existed.
Nature noises coming from the invisible speakers in the wall instead of an alarm, so she’d wake up with a smile on her face instead of jerking awake?
Fantastic.
Having her bubble bath, complete with lavender scent and candles around the tub, already ready by the time she got out of bed?
Decadently efficient.
Having warm, perfumed air coming out from between the bathroom tiles, so her skin would dry without having a towel scraping it?
Honestly, her body had never felt more pampered in its life. From the bath, to the cloud mattress and the silky sheets, Alissia was in sensory heaven.
She felt guilty that Damian wasn’t experiencing this, too. Her clothes got magically washed and folded, her make-up was organized, and one of those tiny robots had even polished her shoes. Except for the one she’d seen on that first day, the little robot workers had been invisible and silent.
Alissia had tried to catch a glimpse of them before she fell asleep, but she always snoozed off before they buzzed into her room. Or maybe the bedroom had some sort of sensor that detected when she fell asleep so they could begin working.
Either way, she was loving it.
And the food! She hadn’t eaten this well in…well, since she’d become the beard-winner for her and Damian. Hey, she’d never claimed to be a great cook. Oracook.
The little magic cabinet even packed her lunch and it was always insanely yummy. And the food looked good. Good enough to draw attention.
“Where did you get this?” Lily had asked yesterday when Alissia had given her one of the chicken wraps the cabinet had so lovingly prepared. “I need to order some for me and Zaryn tonight.”
“It has a very pungent smell,” Doug had called from his own desk, thin nose way up in the air. “Food should be consumed in the kitchen, not in front of Mr. Te’Oken’s office.”
“Doug, if you want a bite, you can just ask,” Alissia had said. Doug raised his nose even higher, but didn’t reply.
Alissia hadn’t mentioned Mr. Te’Oken had scarfed down one of her wraps before they’d even left the house.
Alissia and Rynar had found themselves in a weird sort of equilibrium. And they weren’t even married.
Between planning the wedding–don’t even get her started on how difficult it was to find a Deruzian shaman willing to pass through the portal to Earth and a human priest who didn’t outright scowl at the idea of officiating an alien wedding– and work, they’d been busy. Then there was the issue of telling their friends.
But they still found time to eat together. They hadn’t even discussed it. It just…happened.
And that wasn’t the only weird thing.
After a brutal Wednesday at the office, they’d both agreed to try something they hadn’t. Ever.
“So this is…a raw aquatic creature?” Rynar had asked, picking up his salmon sushi and looking at it as it was on the verge of sprouting teeth and biting him.
Alissia had sniggered at the other end of the long dining table. “Yes, raw fish. It’s more scared of you than you are of it.”
Rynar had only hummed and waited until Alissia picked up her own sushi. They toasted in the air and gulped them down at the same time.
Alissia moaned as she swallowed. Now that had been an experience worth the wait. “Well?”
“It’s…” Rynar had swallowed and given her a smirk. “Suspiciously tasty.”
“Me want, me want.” Zinny had jumped onto the table, little nose sniffing the air.
“Zinny, what did I say about hoping on the table?” Rynar asked.
