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“Oh, you did.” Kiara laughed. “And then some. I don’t know how I’m going to walk out of here and–”
The rest of her words got cut off by a frantic ring that enveloped the room and shattered their little universe.
Deryg instantly tensed. This wasn’t a normal call to duty–this was a code red.
And he wasn’t the only one getting it. Kiara’s phone rang in tune with his earpiece.
They exchanged one single concerned look before bolting out the door.
Something was terribly, terribly wrong.
10
KIARA
“I’ve never seen these names,” Kiara said as an icy sensation traveled down her spine, all the way down to her feet.
She stood by the gilded entrance of Alien Inc., Deruzian security surrounding her. Her legs were shaking. But not because of the mind-melting orgasm she’d just had in her office. Oh, no.
Someone had forged the invite list for the event.
“Are you sure?” Yakirian asked as commanding as only the CEO could. He loomed behind Kiara, making her sweat even more.
“Yes,” she said, voice clipped to keep from sounding scared. Because she was. This wasn’t some prank or a way for the protesters to make lives miserable at Alien Inc. tonight. The queue of guests in front of the entrance was growing in length and grumbles. “There are fourteen Smiths on the real list, butnone of them have the first name Riley. And some of them are just awful puns. Aneed Morehead. For heaven’s sake.”
The Deruzians around her didn’t react. Thank God.
Deryg tried to mouth the words. “A-need More–”
“All that matters is that it shouldn’t be on here,” she said quickly. Kiara’s eyes met Deryg. “Something’s wrong.”
While she was disheveled and shaky, both from the shock and laying on her desk with his face between her thighs, Deryg was perfectly composed. Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle on his clothes.
Kiara didn’t know how he could go from being all hot and heavy to perfectly professional and cool in less than a minute, but she wanted that super power.
“I agree,” Deryg said gravely and turned to Yakirian. “We should cancel the event.”
Yakirian clenched his jaw, gaze flashing to the line of lavishly dressed guests waiting to come in. “We have about seven human senators and twenty-three alien ambassadors outside. We cannot cancel it.”
Deryg raised his chin. “I understand it would be an inconvenience–”
“It would be an interstellar disaster.”
“Blame it on me, then,” Deryg said and Kiara’s heart dropped. “Tell everyone that, as head of security, I didn’t deem the party safe enough. I will, of course, resign afterwards.”
Two sides struggled inside Kiara. The first one was furious at the idea of Deryg having to quit. The other was in awe about how selfless he was.
“Deryg, I’ve already asked the elders myself after you informed me about the contraband,” Yakirian said grimly. “They have said no. A promise made is a promise kept.”
Literal fumes were about to come out of Deryg’s ears from the murderous look he gave Yakirian. After a few tense seconds, he finally nodded stiffly. “Very well.”
He wasted no more time with Yakirian and turned to Kiara, efficient as only the head of security could be. “Do you still have the correct list?”
“Of course, I can send it right now.” Kiara took out her phone and used the internal network to send it to every device the security staff used. The network had been set up by Darcy herself, so the connection was the safest in the entire galaxy, thank you very much.
“Are you sure this is the correct version?” Yakirian asked.
Those few words made Kiara feel so small. “Yes.”
