The Minister's Manipulation: (An Alpha Alien Romance Novel)

by Liza Probz

  He glanced up to take in the beautiful features of her face, the moments of them being in heated conversation rolling over him and making him groan. Her green eyes had shone with intelligence, her little nose cute and slightly rounded at the end. She was beautifully put together, but it had to be her pink lips that caught his attention most. They were softer than seadown. He brushed his fingers along her thick bottom lip, another moan leaving her as he did. Just the thought of her mouth on him had his cock aching under his sarong. He pressed his hand to the front of his need and let out a shaky breath.

  Despite the fact that her body lit him on fire, it was her spunkiness, her cleverness that had him hooked and willing to make a few bad choices.

  Addicted already. No wonder his brother was worried.

  And he probably wasn't the only one anxious about the Earthling. If he allowed himself to be seen as favoring this female in the midst of this crisis, a vote of no confidence would be in his near future. He wouldn't be able to blame his subjects one bit.

  There had to be some way to get the information he needed without resorting to torture or dissection. Some means of discovering whether Sylvia could be trusted. And if he found out she was lying, he would do what needed to be done, for the safety of his people.

  Xivthar watched over the Earthling female's troubled sleep and began to plan.

  Chapter 13

  Someone was shaking her shoulder. "You can't sleep all day. We've got too much to do."

  "Five more minutes," she mumbled, turning over on her stomach. Then she realized the bed was moving as she moved. Why was her bed moving?

  There was a low laugh from nearby. Something else out of place. No men laughed in her bedroom. She couldn't remember if she'd ever even had a man in her bedroom.

  "Come on, sleepy seal, out of bed."

  Sleepy seal? That was definitely a man's voice.

  Sylvie cracked one eye open.

  Black eyes with glowing rims watched her. Black eyes in a green face.

  This wasn't her bedroom.

  Sylvie groaned, her situation rushing back to her. She was stranded on an alien planet, held captive by its inhabitants. She'd been electrocuted, stripped nearly naked, and almost dissected. Now the supreme ruler of this blasted place was shaking her awake like an indulgent father.

  She threw an arm over her head. She was so over it. "Go away."

  "Sylvia, you will get up this instant."

  So much for indulgence.

  "Stop calling me by my full name." Why did it bother her all of a sudden? "I mean, 'Dr. Cohen' is respectful enough."

  "Dr. Cohen, I can't spend all day waiting on you to get up. We have serious business to attend to. I want you out of bed and sitting at the breakfast table in two minutes."

  His footsteps grew distant and she finally sat up.

  Sylvie vaguely remembered her surroundings from the last time she'd been carried into this room, but she now had a moment to check things out in more detail.

  The bed was impressive. Large, ornate scrolling, carved out of what must be driftwood. It had to be an extravagance, as it seemed few plants grew on the small amount of dry land the planet had to offer. What passed for a mattress was some form of miniature wave pool covered by a membrane similar to those that comprised the doors. Even now it shifted subtly below her.

  Sylvie hopped up, wrapping the blanket around her and strolling over to investigate an outcropping of coral. She wondered if it contained one of those displays she'd seen elsewhere. She ran a hand over it, and a holographic image was projected in front of her face.

  Incomprehensible images and curly scripts she couldn't read flashed by. I guess the translation matrix doesn't extend to written language. She waved a hand at the display and it vanished.

  There was a low stone table and several small items sat on its polished surface. Sylvie picked up a carving of two figures in what resembled jade. The figures looked like the inhabitants of this planet and could have been twins, except for the clothing. The figure on the right wore a sarong similar to those worn by X and his colleagues. The one on the left had tight woven shorts and two thick braids that formed a cross over the chest.

  "Time's up."

  Sylvie looked over her shoulder at her host. She'd forgotten how large he was, how muscular. How attractive.

  "You're supposed to be eating breakfast. Not pawing through my things."

  Sylvie smiled. For regent of an entire planet, he sure was an incessant nag.

  "I can't come out to breakfast like this," she said, indicating the thin blanket wrapped around her torso. "And your lackey ruined my flight suit. I have nothing to wear."

  X leaned back, crossing his elbows and planting one webbed foot against the wall. "Lose the blanket then."

  Sylvie's jaw dropped. "And run around in my underwear?"

  "It covers you adequately. Why not?"

  "Look," she said, walking over to him and wagging a finger at him. "You may be perfectly comfortable running around your colony dressed in a braided skirt and nothing else, but that doesn't mean I want everyone seeing me in my unmentionables."

  "Unmentionables? Is that what you humans call them? I seem to remember plenty of your species mentioning their undergarments."

  Sylvie shook her head, ignoring him. Silly man. Who cares what they’re called?

  "Wait," he said, comprehension dawning on his face. "Unmentionable. Does that have something to do with that woman Victoria and her secret?"

  She popped him in the chest. “I’m not wearing my underclothes in front of you or your people. Period. Just find me some clothes, okay?"

  The regent stared at her for a moment, as if he was debating. He moved toward her, and for a split second she thought he might grab her and haul her out of the room as he'd done before. Instead, he passed her and entered an alcove carved out of the wall that she hadn't noticed.

  When he reappeared, he had a bundle in his hands. He passed it to her but didn't release it to her right away. "I've been tolerant of your antics because you've had a rough couple of days."

  Rough couple of days. He made it sound like she'd gone on vacation and had to stay at a two-star motel instead of the five-star resort she was used to.

  She'd crashed, been molested and tortured.

  And he'd been tolerant.

  She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind but he silenced her with a finger over her lips.

  "I need you to behave yourself now and do what I tell you. I don't have time to babysit an ill-mannered guest."

  "Guest? I thought I was a prisoner."

  "Guest," he said again. "But the kind you keep an eye on, so that they don't steal the cutlery."

  "Nice." She tugged the bundle away from him. "Now get out of here and let me get dressed. Then I'll start following orders, Supreme Pain in My Ass."

  His eyes narrowed, but he left the room without another word. She was pushing it, but something in her was ready to fight back. Too bad it was her rescuer who was getting the brunt of her attitude.

  She let out a short puff of air and unfolded the bundle to see what she'd be saddled with.

  It was woven from the same material as all the other clothing she'd seen. She had expected it to be coarse, but the seaweed was actually quite supple. She slid into the shorts and was glad to find the material stretched. It hugged her hips and was tight on her behind, but beggars couldn't be fashionistas.

  The top was a little trickier. After struggling into different combinations that didn't seem to fit right, Sylvie discovered it was supposed to form a cross shape, like the one the little jade figure was wearing. When it had settled correctly, she still wasn't sure if she had it right.

  The material was so tight across her chest, it seemed to outline her breasts and throw her nipples into stark relief. The way the top fit her was virtually pornographic.

  Sylvie poked her head around the doorway of the sitting room.

  "I can't wear this," she said.

  "Nonsens
e."

  "It's obscene."

  His face hardened. "It belonged to my mother."

  Sylvie blanched, then took a deep breath. She stepped out from around the door. "I doubt it fit the same way on her."

  In mere seconds, X had turned purple. Knowing that she had the power to cause a reaction in him caused her stomach to tighten.

  "It's... fine," the regent said, then coughed and turned away. She thought he was adjusting the front of his sarong. "No one will notice."

  "I will!"

  X turned back, fixing his heavy gaze on her. "Sit down and eat your breakfast. We're already behind schedule."

  Sylvie stuck out her bottom lip. She remembered she was an adult and sucked it up, walked over to her chair, and took a seat. No reason to pout. It wouldn’t get her anywhere. Perhaps stripping would be the better action – at least more effective.

  "What exactly are we behind schedule for?" She took a few bites of the warm mush in front of her. It was faintly sweet, with the consistency of mousse.

  He moved over to his console and fiddled with the display, not responding to her question at all. Sylvie shrugged, took a few more bites, and watched him closely. She couldn’t help but wonder what his body looked like without the sarong. Was he structured like a human male in terms of his reproductive organs?

  Heat rose from her chest to coat her neck and face, the stark realization that she wanted to know for more personal reasons causing her to choke on her breakfast.

  He glanced up as she waved him off. She turned her attention back to her bowl and tried to play as if everything were fine. She waited until he appeared to be immersed back in the data streaming before his face to glance up at him again.

  His color lightened until it was almost back to mint, a calm settling over the room somehow. What was he reading?

  Did it have anything to do with her spaceship? Had they gotten it to work, or had they decided to dissect it, like they almost had her?

  Sylvie finished her breakfast and had to restrain herself from licking the bowl. So far the food on Zanthar had been excellent, even if the company left something to be desired.

  Or someone to be desired.

  A wry smile lifted on her lips. The Supreme Regent was sexy. He was far too bossy for her tastes, but so incredibly hot.

  She had run her own life for years, and she didn't appreciate some alien on a power trip trying to do it for her now. Even if his closeness gave her tingles, his demeanor made her frustrated. 'Annoyed and aroused' about summed things up.

  "All done, Your Majesty," she said with false sweetness. Might as well go along with what he's got planned and figure out the lay of the land.

  It couldn't be worse than getting dissected.

  Chapter 14

  The door chime sounded, surprising Xivthar. He wasn't expecting anyone.

  The two guards standing outside his chambers glanced at one another and then toward him as he pulled the door open. They were the same ones he'd seen in the Minister of Defense's chambers earlier.

  "We have orders to stay by your side," the taller one stated.

  "Whose orders?"

  "The Minister of Defense, Sire."

  Of course. His meddling brother.

  Xivthar turned and headed to the nearest console to give Drake a piece of his mind. The guards trooped in behind him like a twin set of shadows.

  "I was expecting your call," his brother said, his maroon face displaying a frown that was becoming permanent.

  "What's with the guards?" he asked, Drake's appearance putting him on edge. Didn't he understand that his subordinates looked to him for confidence? And still his brother was walking around in public, letting his anxiety show.

  "Just following your own protocol, brother. No one goes around alone."

  "I'm hardly alone," Xivthar replied, throwing his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the professor sitting at the table behind him, dipping a finger into her bowl and gathering the remains of her porridge to surreptitiously lick it off.

  The sight of her little pink tongue sent a rush of blood to his lower regions. The regent blocked the thoughts of what he wanted to do with that tongue from his mind and tried to concentrate on the conversation at hand. His brother wouldn’t let him live it down if his color morphed, giving his arousal away.

  "She hardly qualifies as part of your pair. She's a possible Hareema collaborator."

  Although he could feel his skin wanting to flush yellow, he held in his anger. His brother wasn't exactly wrong. Still, having two guards following him around meant he wouldn't be alone with the female.

  He glanced back over his shoulder. She was taking a long lick on her index finger.

  On second thought, maybe it was better if he wasn't alone with her.

  "You're right. I shouldn't have sought to reprimand you."

  Drake nodded. "Keep an eye on her, brother. She can't be trusted."

  Xivthar waved the display away and ran a hand through the tendrils on his head. His brother's words were echoing in his mind. She can't be trusted.

  Not yet. But after today, he hoped that would change.

  He glanced over at her, hating how badly he wanted to spend time touching every part of the innocent little thing.

  "Let's go," he barked, turning on his heel and walking away before he did something he might regret.

  Chapter 15

  Sylvie followed behind the regent while the guards followed behind her. The thick muscles of his back rippled as he walked, her eyes inadvertently drawn to the swell of his rear. It was well-shaped, not flat but not too round. Just right.

  Who are you? Goldilocks?

  She forced herself to focus on her surroundings. They were hurrying down hallways she hadn't seen before, although they resembled the others in the colony.

  Until she turned a corner and saw something new, and fascinating.

  One wall of the hallway held a large window, the first she'd seen. Outside the window was an underwater wonderland.

  Creatures floated past in the purple sea, some unlike anything found on Earth. Sylvie ran to the window and pressed her face against it, marveling at the myriad forms of life on display. Something that resembled a gigantic manta ray swam past, its orange underbelly taking up almost the entire eight-foot-long window.

  In the distance she could see what appeared to be a structure built out of coral. It was massive, and all around it figures swam, entering and exiting its many doors.

  A hand settled on her shoulder and she glanced back to look up at her captor.

  "What is that place?" she asked without taking her face away from the window.

  "The temple of Noruma."

  "What's Noruma?"

  The regent used his hold on her shoulder to turn her away from the window.

  "He's one of our gods." He gave her a stern look. "We don't have time to dawdle here."

  "Are those your people, swimming around the temple?"

  X nodded. His hand slid down her arm to grasp her hand, the movement causing goose bumps to arise on her skin. The regent gently tugged her away from the window.

  "Wait! What's that creature right there, the one with the lighted lure hanging over its mouth?"

  "We can discuss Zantharian zoology later," he said, leading her away from the window and farther down the winding hallway.

  "We better! I'm an astrobiologist, you know. The whole point of coming to this accursed planet was to search for signs of life. Now that I've found it, you won't even let me--"

  Her protests were cut off by their arrival at a busy entrance. More Zantharians than she'd yet seen gathered in one place were shuttling in and out.

  "What is this place?" she asked as they moved through the entrance. Her eyes traveled up to the large dome in the ceiling, which was almost entirely transparent. Several sea creatures had attached themselves to the outside of the dome. One was so large it took up a swath of space that had to be at least twenty feet wide.

  "It's the colony's central
hub. Our main transport station." X tightened his hold on her hand as the crowd thickened. His hand was warm and thick, the feeling of it wrapped around hers leaving her with the sense of protection she so desired.

  Sylvie scanned the swarm of people, the Zantharians filling up almost every space in front of her. Their skins in varying shades, but most green. Some wore sarongs with chest braids, while others had shorts and cross-tops like hers. They were all around equal height and had similar appearances, the only noticeable difference being their clothing.

  Were those dressed like her Zantharian females?

  Suddenly Sylvie realized the people they passed were giving them a wide berth. She caught the expressions on several faces. They ranged from curiosity to disgust to outright contempt. I guess I'm not very popular among the locals.

  A woman was walking past with a child in a cloth pouch on her chest. It peered out at her with big black eyes. Sylvie drew closer, noticing that the child's limbs were underdeveloped, and where fingers were on an adult Zantharian there were thin tentacles.

  As soon as Sylvie approached, the child let out a loud cry. The mother covered its face and turned away, scowling at Sylvie.

  "I'm sorry." Sadness rolled over her. She would never hurt any living creatures, especially not after her brush with death. The name of science be damned.

  X tugged on her arm and she followed, her spirits falling farther as she received glare after glare.

  Everyone on this planet thought she was an enemy spy, a plant. A threat. All because her ship accidently took down their fancy defense grid. Not her fault. Some first contact.

  The regent led her to a small craft that resembled a dolphin. It was curved to a point in the front, with fins on both sides, and a longer one at the back.

  "In you go," he said, propelling her through the hatch and into the craft. The two guards followed, taking seats at the back.