A Thousand Year Obsession ✔

15. Don't Be Obedient

15. Don't Be Obedient

"You ready?" Derek asked briefly, glancing over at me as he parked the sleek black car before the museum.

"No." I scoffed. "But it's not like you're going to wait for me to prepare myself."

A slow smirk slipped across his lips as he unbuckled himself and swiftly ducked out of the car.

"You don't know, I might surprise you." He said quietly as he made his way towards the passenger door.

I clicked open my seat belt and hurried out of the car before he could reach me, tossing him a sharp glare as he moved to touch my arm. He ignored me and rested his palm atop my elbow. The moss green dress I wore flickeredd out behind me as I walked, swirling around my knees as if alive. I quickly tugged the hem down and pulled the neckline up a bit, attempting to conceal everything the dress tried so hard to reveal. Derek chuckled at my actions, but did nothing more than straighten one of the thin shoulder straps and tuck a small frizz back into the simple braid resting over my shoulder.

Derek had tossed me the spring dress earlier, and commanded me to prepare for our outing as if I were meeting someone for an interview. All I could do though, was fix my hair and dress myself, as well as add a few lotions and perfumes. I didn't own a single thing of makeup as no one had ever taught me how to use it or what to buy and where, but it didn't bother me as I preferred to appear natural. Derek forced me into a pair of heels before bringing me on a long car ride to a local museum. He'd told me to pretend to be his girlfriend, but said nothing more than a demand to behave myself, which I'd scoffed at.

"You're Delilah Gordon." Derek murmured quietly as he hooked my arm in his. "And I'm Karson Kayne."

I pressed my lips together as I allowed him to lead me towards the museum, carefully listening to his whispered instructions.

"You are to say nothing unless addressed directly, do not touch anything, and pretend to be interested. Act like you know what you're doing."

"This might be easier if you actually told me what I'm supposed to be pretending to be doing!" I hissed sharply to him.

He only huffed and pulled me through the double glass doors. I inhaled deeply the scent of old artifacts, glancing all about me in curiosity at the museum, but feeling faintly disappointed when I realized we only stood in the reception area. Derek led me over towards an older woman behind a polished marble desk, tossing out charming smiles towards any who looked his way. He smoothed down his suit as we waited for the woman to acknowledge us, and brushed a hand through his hair, expressing an undesputable arrogance as if he owned the place.

He coughed agitatedly to gain the woman's attention and she looked up slowly, scrutinizing us with an agonizing cruelty.

"Name?" She asked drearily.

"Kayne." Derek answered briefly.

The woman's face lit up in surprise and she swiftly reached over to a small phone and punched in four digits.

"Pardon me, Dr. Kayne." She said hurriedly. "I didn't know it was you."

Doctor?

"Obviously." Derek muttered.

The woman raised an eyebrow before lifting the phone to her ear as the line beeped. "Sam? Yes, please send Mr. Daniels down here immediately." She lifted her eyes up towards Derek for a moment and then glanced at me. "Tell him Dr. Kayne has arrived with his . . . accomplice."

Accomplice? Was he involving me in some kind of robbery?

Derek's arm moved from mine and he absently set his hand on the small of my back. I stiffed. He noticed and gave me a quick smirk. I glared at him.