Abducted: Alien Mate Index Book 1: (Alien Warrior BBW Science Fiction Paranormal Romance) (The Alien Mate Index) by Evangeline Anderson

room?”
    “You…I…you said I could go anywhere,” I blurted. “I was just exploring. I didn’t know this was your room.”
    Which was true—I hadn’t actually known but I had hoped.
    “I would think that a desk full of very personal objects would give you a clue about that,” he snarled. “Are all Earthlings this rude and nosey or is it just you?”
    “I’m s-sorry,” I said, trying not to be scared and failing. When he did that glaring thing where his eyes got all glowy he looked positively terrifying. Think—I had to think! Remember the plan—plan A! whispered a little voice in my head.
    “Um, was that your sister?” I asked, nodding at the cube which he still cradled protectively in one hand. “She’s really pretty.”
    “Yes, Sellah is my sister—not that it’s any of your business,” he growled. “What of it?”
    “Nothing. It’s just that…I had a sister once, too. Her…her name was Angie.”
    My sister’s name stuck in my throat. Still, even after all these years, it was hard to talk about her. But I had to try and make a connection with him. Reverse Stockholm, I reminded myself fiercely. It’s the only way you’re getting out of here!
    Sarden’s response was less than enthusiastic.
    “Good for you,” he growled. “So you have a sibling. It doesn’t give you the right to go rifling through my things.”
    “And what gave you the right to buy me and kidnap me?” I demanded, losing my temper. “What gave you the right to take me away from my entire planet and bring me on this God-forsaken ship where the toilets try to eat you?”
    “What?” He stared at me as though I wasn’t making any sense. Well, maybe I wasn’t but at that point I was so mad I didn’t even care. Even though he was huge and muscular and scary, my anger had erased my fear—at least for the moment. Who was he that he thought he could just buy me and steal me away from my ho-hum life and crappy job back on Earth? What the hell was wrong with him?
    “What would your sister think of you now?” I demanded, seizing on the only thing I could think of—the only piece of emotional leverage I could find. “What would she say if she knew what you were doing?”
    Yet again, I seemed to have said the exact wrong thing. Or maybe it was the right thing, I don’t know—but the consequences were the same. Sarden seemed to grow even bigger somehow, his face turning dark as he glared at me. Had I thought he looked scary before? It was nothing to how he looked now. Still, I stood my ground and refused to back down, even though my heart was thumping and my palms were sweating with terror.
    For a moment we just stared at each other. And if you’ve never had a staring contest with a seven foot tall guy who looks like a sexy Devil and could break you in half with his pinky finger, let me tell you—I don’t recommend it. Finally, though, Sarden spoke.
    “My sister,” he said in a low, grating voice. “Is the reason I took you.”
    “What?” I shook my head. “What are you talking about?”
    “Never mind.” He made a sharp gesture with one hand. “I’ll excuse your intrusion in my room this once on the grounds of ignorance. But never come in here again. Never.”
    “Fine.” I lifted my chin. “I was just leaving, anyway.”
    “Go back to your room,” he ordered. “And don’t leave again. I won’t be so lenient next time.”
    As if there would be a next time. It looked to me like plan A wasn’t panning out—maybe it was time to consider plan B.
    “Fine,” I said again. But just as I turned to leave, Al glided into the room, his snaky metal neck sailing smoothly through the metal ceiling as though it was silver water.
    “Ah, Master Sarden,” he said sounding pleased. “I’m glad to see you found Lady Zoe. Did you invite her to dine with you, as you had intended?”
    I turned around and raised an eyebrow at Sarden.
    “Dine? We’re dining now?”
    “I thought you might be hungry,” he said, still