The Alien's Little Sister (Stolen by an Alien #8) - Amanda Milo Page 0,54

her desk when business was slow. And Stacy dropped that she wasn’t having sex with her boyfriend until she turned eighteen.

Back then, I’d thought, Thank fuck.

Now? SONOFABITCH.

I halt at his passenger door.

Manning up, his chest bows out with his bracing inhale, and the skinny teen—probably also eighteen, now that I think about it, dammit—pops his door and unfolds himself to stand in front of us.

Nervously, he extends his hand.

Rather than accepting it for a shake, I, with great ceremony, place Stacy’s wrist in his palm.

Tentative, confused, he gently closes his grip. His gaze swings from me to Stace. “Uh… thanks?”

“You two have a safe time,” I warn him, my eyes piercing him to his soul, if I’m any good at this.

(I’ve been practicing since the day my sisters started dating. I’m damn good at this.)

“Yes, sir,” the boy says quickly, his Adam’s apple jumping up like that strong-man game at the fair, where you take a big fucking hammer and pound on the bell to show your strength.

“Enjoy a sane, consensual, legal celebration,” I continue.

Stacy moans, mortified—her hand caught fast in mine, her wrist still gripped by her boyfriend.

“We… will,” her boyfriend replies, his eyes managing to meet mine, which I have to admire, because he looks terrified.

Good.

“Night,” I bite out.

“I quit,” Stacy hisses as I release her trapped hand.

Her boyfriend lowers his hand, opening his fingers to release her wrist slowly, looking like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to do that or not, his eyes going from mine to Stacy’s furious face.

“See you Monday,” I return.

“Ugggh,” she grumbles, stomping past me to round the hood of the car. A lot of the effect is lost because shoes like she’s wearing just get cuter when she’s stomping.

This does not make me happier.

Still, I think the boyfriend got the point. I think if he can still get an erection after this, that he’ll treat her right, and if she says no to anything, he probably won’t push her or intentionally hurt her.

If he does, I’m going to prison on Monday.

After this, I’m only hiring the male gender. Which, I realize may conflict a little with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission’s rules, but I don’t worry about guys the same. Why have I hired women at all? I don’t need this stress. I should send Stacy’s mom a gift card to the liquor store. Maybe the boyfriend’s parents too. Can you imagine raising a creature that you just know is going to defile someone’s pretty daughter someday? Those poor people. I don’t know who they are, and I bet Stacy is never fucking going to tell me.

Huh.

“Hey,” I say to her boyfriend before he can shut his door.

“Oh no,” Stacy groans, face dropping into her hands as she slumps in the passenger seat.

“I’m a self-appointed abstinence keeper. My job is done if you don’t score, and I think we’re almost there. Names and numbers of your parents,” I tell the kid. I reach for my cell phone, slamming the button to activate the keyed screen.

“Sss-Samuel and K—”

“Are your parents still married?” I ask, surprised. Pleased, actually. Statistics show that children raised in a two-parent home are better adjusted. Less inclined to acts of violence against women, for starters.

“Yes, sir,” he replies, sounding unsure.

“Hmm. Last name. I’ll take numbers in a minute.” I’m still stomping out the little pin number that’ll unlock my phone’s sleep screen so I can take information when Stacy leans over her boyfriend, plants her hands on the open window, and growls, “Matt, NO. Goodnight.”

Eyes narrowed, I swipe the flashlight setting on and shine it into her boyfriend’s eyes as I look into her seriously ticked-off face. “See you Monday, then?”

Her lips tighten even more. “Yes!”

Her boyfriend echoes, “Yes, sir!”

I shrug, like that’s all I wanted. I drop the spotlight from her boyfriend. “Good. And Stace? Happy birthday.”

I let the boy roll up his window, taking no small amount of enjoyment at the way he’s staring back at me, wide-eyed.

And I snap a pic of his license plate. I’ve got a cousin at the precinct. Never hurts to check things out.

CHAPTER 20

I don’t expect to find Inara waiting for me at the door when I get back.

“Matthew,” she breathes, her voice sounding completely fucking horrified, “you are terrible.”

I give her the confused look her pronouncement deserves. “Excuse me?”

“You just humiliated that young woman—and the male she has chosen for herself.”

“No,” I explain, forehead tipping down as I make my point. “I just made that girl safe with the