Page 15 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
“A hologram–” she whispered. And a very convincing one at that. No wonder, since Darcy and Nazyn had perfect the technology Deruzia had brought to Earth.
As soon as the words passed her lips, the walls around her disappeared. Kiara squeezed her eyes shut against the blinding light.
When she finally opened them, she was no longer in the dim hallway. Well, she technically was, but it had changed.
The concrete walls had flickered out of view to reveal big, open space offices on either side. The room was huge. Warehouse huge.
Everything from the floor, to the ceiling, to the desks was painted white, clashing with the Deruzians dressed in black suits. Some sat down, holographic screens in front of them. Others rushed around at Deruzian speed, but everything seemed perfectly organized. Some only glanced at her, as if checking to see she hadn’t managed to smuggle any weapons down here.
Where could she have even hidden a weapon? In her bra? Her cheeks heated up once more at the image of Deryg’s eyes darkening at said bra.
Kiara shook her head and turned around. Even the plant had disappeared, a thin, bulbous camera sensor in its place.
So this was Deryg’s Domain. Gigantic, imposing, and running like the military.
Impressive.
“Hello, Miss Earhart. We’ve been expecting you,” a deep voice said from behind her. Kiara turned and looked up. Then she kept on looking up, until she met the dark eyes of a Deruzian. He was burly, like most of Deryg’s employees, but he didn’t seem familiar. Must’ve been a new hire. “I will need you to give me your phone before you can proceed.”
All of Kiara’s wonder turned to irritation. “Yeah, that’s not happening. The party set-up is in full swing, I need to be on call at all times until we’re done.”
“Your device does not work down here.”
Ah, they had jammed her phone. “If it doesn't work, why do you need it?”
“It can still be a security risk. It’s protocol.”
“I’m an Alien Inc. employee.”
“Protocol applies to us, too.”
Kiara took a deep breath. All those talks with her mom had taught her patience, but this was seriously infuriating. “Like I said–”
“She’s with me,” the voice Kiara had been both craving and dreading resounded from behind her.
Deryg’s shadow once again fell over her as he came to stand behind her. This time, Kiara didn’t dare turn around. What if she suddenly felt like making out with him again, huh?
A chill ran down her spine as the new Deruzian nodded at Deryg and turned, all the attitude he’d given Kiara vanishing.
“Thanks,” she muttered, afraid to breathe in case her knees gave out again.
“My pleasure. This way, the police are waiting. They are loud,” Deryg said.
Kiara turned and walked alongside him, every cell in her body screaming at her to look at him. She fought the instinct with all her might.
The silence between them almost became unbearable as they made a sharp turn to the right. The door in front of them slid to the side, revealing another dark, bare room. Ah, so the whole mausoleum illusion was athing. Got it.
In the middle of the room, a panicked Kevin sat on a chair, Deruzians flanking him on one side, human police on the other.
“I told you, I had no ideawhatI was delivering,” Kevin said frantically. There were beads of sweat clinging to the wispy hairs above his lip. “A Deruzian gave me a lot of money and just told me to take that crate to the party.”
“Deruzians do not bribe,” one of them said, clearly pissed off.
“It wasn’t a bloody bribe, now was it?” Kevin said. “I provided a service. You pay for services, right? Damn good service at that.”
Kiara didn’t point out how much he’d struggled with that crate. “Why did you say the crate was ordered?”
Kevin’s eyes snapped to her. He looked curiously relieved. “That’s what the Deruzian told me to say. I did. I don’t go back on a promise.”
