The Alien's Little Sister (Stolen by an Alien #8) - Amanda Milo Page 0,18

else, and it’s definitely crossing a line. I shove fried breaded zucchini in my mouth without cooling it off first.

“Ffffk!” I hiss.

Inara leans into my space, giving me a real good shot of her perfume, which I swear smells like sex. “Oh no—are you hurt?” Her eyes look so pretty and worried. Also confused. “Didn’t you just advise me not to scald my tongue’s surface?”

I shove in another one, growling, “Yesss.”

Inara stares at me. “Why are you hurting yourself?”

Because my blistered tongue is distracting my dick. “I love zucchini.” As I stare at her, I cram another one in my mouth to prove it.

“Oh.”

My dick deflates; I stop punishing myself with flame-hot fried food. We finish our meal in relative silence, I can’t taste a thing on account of the third degree burns I’ve given my taste buds, and once I have my dick firmly in hand—so to speak—I take the cartons and pillow off my lap and get up to hunt for sheets, blankets, and spare pillows.

Inara’s tail sways slightly as she roams around my place, examining everything from the exposed ductwork to the plasma screen TV with curiosity and perfect manners. She doesn’t touch anything; she even keeps her hands behind her back like she’s at a museum. But she looks like she wants to touch everything. Her face is keen, her ears forward, their tips sweeping just a few inches past her mane of hair.

I glance down at her outfit. “Do you sleep in that or do you have nightclothes to change into?”

She turns to me. “Night clothes?”

“Hang on.” I walk into my room, jerk open my dresser, snag a shirt, turn—and smack right into Inara. “Sorry. Here.”

Inara takes my shirt with cautious fingers and a furrowed, scaly brow. “Is there significance here in regards to the wearing of a human male’s clothing?”

I start to say no, but correct myself. “It’s pretty common for couples who are dating. And… I guess if you have a boyfriend, it’d be inappropriate to offer.” I tip my head, my mouth twisting. “I wouldn’t want my woman wearing another man’s shirt to bed, and I’ve never met a woman who would want her man touching another woman’s shirt either.”

Inara eyes my shirt in her hands, then glances at me thoughtfully. “I have no man.”

I shrug. “Okay then.”

With an interesting flip of her tail, Inara blinks at me, then smiles. “Thank you.” Confident now, she struts to the bed where I put her bags and sets it on her duffel.

I offer her a toothbrush, and she leaps at the chance to ‘use native human technology.’ Spoiler: she’s not bummed at all that there’s no technology to it. She finds our primitive dental sticks charming. Not that she says as much out loud—she doesn’t have to. I can tell by her wide tooth-pasty grin and dancing eyes as she scrubs her fangs and smiles hugely at her reflection like Colgate is paying her to do this.

Then she digs out her tooth sprayer and asks if I’d like to try out her people’s teeth cleansing system.

“I’m game,” I say, and march into the washroom to stand beside her at my sink so my alien roommate can show me how to brush my teeth.

Five minutes later and I’m turning the sprayer back and forth, holding it up like it’s Excalibur. My teeth are sparkling. “I have got to get me one of these.”

Inara laughs and starts packing away its parts. Her leathery hair-strands slither over her shoulders as she casts a glance my way. “Do you wish to sleep immediately?”

“Nah. I need to unwind after work. Especially after eating. You tired?”

“Not at all. I’m so curious about you.”

“About humans?”

“Them also.”

“Yeah, well, I’m curious about you too. What are you doing here? What do you know about us so far? Want to take a walk?”

She blinks at me.

I jerk a thumb towards the door. “There’s a gym downstairs. We can circle it or use treadmills or whatever. Something light and easy to work off the food before we hit the hay.”

Inara looks fascinated. “I would like this.”

CHAPTER 10

We’re side-by-side on treadmills. There’s a security camera in the corner, and I have to wonder what building security is going to think if they glance at this monitor. But nobody busts in demanding to capture the alien, so we calmly keep walking our belts. I turn my attention from her toes (she has three tapir-like toes, which spread out to absorb impact and fold together when she raises