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me.”
“Won’t come with you?” Her ex gave a dirty laugh. “That’s a problem, March. Sounds like you need a sex therapist.”
Shaking with anger, she tapped End on the screen. “Damn him. Sometimes, I’d like to strangle him.”
Christian cocked his head, regarding her with his anger-darkened eyes. “I can do that.”
“No!” She gripped his arm. “I wasn’t serious. I’d never send you to kill someone. You are too precious to me.”
I really must watch what I say. He takes me literally.
He crushed her to his lean, all male body. “Not as precious as you are to me. If something happened to you, I’d beg to be deactivated.”
“I like knowing you will go on and on, Christian. There is no doomsday for you. Oh.” She batted her eyelashes, struggling not to cry. “We’re way too serious for a happy homecoming. Let’s scoot back to the sofa and cuddle. I fully intend to drink that entire bottle of champagne. I love Mimosas.”
“And I love you. Shall we watch a movie?”
“HBO. Super series by a well-known fantasy writer.” She didn’t think he’d recognize the author or series name. Not in my profile. “I’m behind a week.”
“Sit down. Put your feet up. I’ll handle the remote.” He clicked to the menu of cable offerings, scrolled down, and chose HBO.
The opening music thundered from the small TV, and Christian laughed. “I’m behind a week as well. Daniel and I were addicted to this show.” He turned, discarded the remote. “Cuddle alert.”
He darted to the sofa, fell gently on top of her. She locked her arms and legs around him, loving the feel of his shaft hardening against her belly. They turned their heads toward the tiny television. Cheek-to-cheek, tangled in a lovers’ embrace, they were settled to enjoy their favorite TV show when a phone chimed.
“Bizarre, that’s my mobile. I know no one to call me. Probably a wrong number, unless…Mayfair, perhaps. I’d best answer.” Frowning, Christian wriggled in her grasp, and they unwound from their knot of arms and legs.
“Mayfair?” She shook her head, as confused as he looked. “It’s too late. The office would be closed, and why wouldn’t they call me instead?”
He dashed across the room, fishing a new Android from his pocket. “Christian here.” He muttered, “Daniel,” then silence gripped him, his face slowly losing color. “You’re being watched?”
March rose from the sofa, drawn by his bewildered expression, dread seeping through her. From the tenseness of his posture, she wasn’t dying to know what Daniel was saying. He would tell her. Wouldn’t he? In answer to her thought, he held the phone away from his ear and tapped Speaker.
From three thousand miles away, Daniel’s voice came clear…and cautious. “I think we were a prototype for something much bigger and more lucrative…or they plan to scrap the project and us —damn their eyes, I have to go.”
The line went dead, the tense hush resonating in March’s bones. She and Christian stared at each other, stunned motionless. Finally, he broke the breathless stillness, launched a furious pacing as he muttered, “Lucrative?” He faced her, his frown deep and troubled. “What could be more lucrative than selling love…and lust ?”
She winced, her heart plummeting. “Do you feel like my sexbot?”
“No. Sorry.” He shook his head in a forceful denial, wandering the apartment in aimless pursuit of the mystery Daniel had presented in a three-minute call. “I am simply at a loss.”
And I thought this man came with no baggage.
She flopped on the sofa, staring blindly at the TV. “What are we going to do?”
“Wait.” He drifted to rest beside her, slid an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. “I’m sure Daniel will find a way to make contact again. Until then…”
Chapter 5
“We simply must get out of bed to go grocery shopping.” March stroked his long, hard shaft. “I’m craving New Zealand green mussels
“Won’t come with you?” Her ex gave a dirty laugh. “That’s a problem, March. Sounds like you need a sex therapist.”
Shaking with anger, she tapped End on the screen. “Damn him. Sometimes, I’d like to strangle him.”
Christian cocked his head, regarding her with his anger-darkened eyes. “I can do that.”
“No!” She gripped his arm. “I wasn’t serious. I’d never send you to kill someone. You are too precious to me.”
I really must watch what I say. He takes me literally.
He crushed her to his lean, all male body. “Not as precious as you are to me. If something happened to you, I’d beg to be deactivated.”
“I like knowing you will go on and on, Christian. There is no doomsday for you. Oh.” She batted her eyelashes, struggling not to cry. “We’re way too serious for a happy homecoming. Let’s scoot back to the sofa and cuddle. I fully intend to drink that entire bottle of champagne. I love Mimosas.”
“And I love you. Shall we watch a movie?”
“HBO. Super series by a well-known fantasy writer.” She didn’t think he’d recognize the author or series name. Not in my profile. “I’m behind a week.”
“Sit down. Put your feet up. I’ll handle the remote.” He clicked to the menu of cable offerings, scrolled down, and chose HBO.
The opening music thundered from the small TV, and Christian laughed. “I’m behind a week as well. Daniel and I were addicted to this show.” He turned, discarded the remote. “Cuddle alert.”
He darted to the sofa, fell gently on top of her. She locked her arms and legs around him, loving the feel of his shaft hardening against her belly. They turned their heads toward the tiny television. Cheek-to-cheek, tangled in a lovers’ embrace, they were settled to enjoy their favorite TV show when a phone chimed.
“Bizarre, that’s my mobile. I know no one to call me. Probably a wrong number, unless…Mayfair, perhaps. I’d best answer.” Frowning, Christian wriggled in her grasp, and they unwound from their knot of arms and legs.
“Mayfair?” She shook her head, as confused as he looked. “It’s too late. The office would be closed, and why wouldn’t they call me instead?”
He dashed across the room, fishing a new Android from his pocket. “Christian here.” He muttered, “Daniel,” then silence gripped him, his face slowly losing color. “You’re being watched?”
March rose from the sofa, drawn by his bewildered expression, dread seeping through her. From the tenseness of his posture, she wasn’t dying to know what Daniel was saying. He would tell her. Wouldn’t he? In answer to her thought, he held the phone away from his ear and tapped Speaker.
From three thousand miles away, Daniel’s voice came clear…and cautious. “I think we were a prototype for something much bigger and more lucrative…or they plan to scrap the project and us —damn their eyes, I have to go.”
The line went dead, the tense hush resonating in March’s bones. She and Christian stared at each other, stunned motionless. Finally, he broke the breathless stillness, launched a furious pacing as he muttered, “Lucrative?” He faced her, his frown deep and troubled. “What could be more lucrative than selling love…and lust ?”
She winced, her heart plummeting. “Do you feel like my sexbot?”
“No. Sorry.” He shook his head in a forceful denial, wandering the apartment in aimless pursuit of the mystery Daniel had presented in a three-minute call. “I am simply at a loss.”
And I thought this man came with no baggage.
She flopped on the sofa, staring blindly at the TV. “What are we going to do?”
“Wait.” He drifted to rest beside her, slid an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. “I’m sure Daniel will find a way to make contact again. Until then…”
Chapter 5
“We simply must get out of bed to go grocery shopping.” March stroked his long, hard shaft. “I’m craving New Zealand green mussels
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