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Authors: Jenna Ives
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been, If you refuse, Titus Veraine will be angry with me.
And in her utility closet yesterday, when she’d told him Veraine had lied about the cameras in his lab, she’d said, Titus and Mr. Carron want to trap you. It’s not…right.
The first statement showed fear. The second, morality. Two qualities definitely not able to be programmed into a robot. Not even a Beautiful Doll.
They were human emotions.
It was an anomaly he intended to pursue.
Dragging himself out of bed, he took a quick shower, shaved, downed his morning nutrition pill, brushed his teeth, and then pulled on his dress uniform. Just the mere act of tugging up the zipper of his trousers made his cock stir.
I’ll be having sex with Ginger today.
But only to get information out of the Beautiful Doll.
Yeah, right, go ahead and believe that if you must…
Hell, what was wrong with acknowledging that he would enjoy it? Even Theus had said the Dolls were irresistible. Who was Wyatt to contradict the premier of the High Council?
He allowed himself a small smile. Which reminded him of Ginger’s smile.
I’m programmed to respond to visual cues, Leith…
Her words. Except that yesterday, he hadn’t been smiling when she’d laid eyes on him. He’d given her no visual cue, and yet she’d given him a wide, warm and very welcoming smile.
Another incongruity he intended to pursue. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, carefully smoothing his tunic over his torso.
Idiot. A sexbot doesn’t care what you look like. She’s a machine. Programmed to please.
Right. So why did he want to look nice for her? With a wry twist to his mouth, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
His ride to the former Beautiful Dolls factory took the usual forty minutes. Bruiser-the-guard let him pass easily enough after Wyatt handed over his weapon, but there was a look of suspicion in the guard’s eyes today. Probably because Titus Veraine must have come searching for Wyatt yesterday afternoon after he’d slipped away from Veraine’s lab.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the manufacturing facility, Wyatt was met by the foppish Loris Rhean, who gave him the same suspicious look as Bruiser outside, not his usual goofy, gap-toothed grin. Shit. There’d probably be no way he’d shake this wiry-haired escort today.
Wyatt felt a brief flare of annoyance. He was the premier of the High Council’s man, and as Theus’ man, Wyatt technically had free rein to go anywhere he pleased in this factory. Hell, the High Council was Anson Carron’s employer . By rights, Wyatt should be the one giving the orders here.
And yet, Carron was making a subtle point by having Wyatt accompanied at all times while on the premises.
Still, maybe this was not the time or the place for Wyatt to flex his power. There would undoubtedly be other times during this assignment when Wyatt would need to take charge. So in the interest of tactful cooperation, Wyatt nodded at the smarmy Rhean, acknowledging and accepting his presence.
After all, Wyatt and Anson Carron’s robot army would be flying to Terra Acer tomorrow. He’d be out of here soon enough. In the meantime, had a lot to accomplish today, and not much time to do it.
“I need to go to Titus Veraine’s lab,” he said to Rhean.
Best to get the confrontation with the programmer over with immediately, so that Wyatt could get to work.
He followed Rhean past the entrance to the factory floor, down a familiar corridor, through the double sets of swinging doors to the programming lab, and to the black door at the back that led directly to Veraine’s personal lab. He found it amusing that Rhean’s feet were firmly anchored to the ground today. No silly spring in his step.
“Thanks,” Wyatt said at the door. “You don’t need to stay. I’ll be here a while.”
“I have my orders, agent Wyatt,” Rhean answered haughtily. “Only Mr. Veraine or Mr. Carron can dismiss me.”
Right. No shaking this idiot today.
And in her utility closet yesterday, when she’d told him Veraine had lied about the cameras in his lab, she’d said, Titus and Mr. Carron want to trap you. It’s not…right.
The first statement showed fear. The second, morality. Two qualities definitely not able to be programmed into a robot. Not even a Beautiful Doll.
They were human emotions.
It was an anomaly he intended to pursue.
Dragging himself out of bed, he took a quick shower, shaved, downed his morning nutrition pill, brushed his teeth, and then pulled on his dress uniform. Just the mere act of tugging up the zipper of his trousers made his cock stir.
I’ll be having sex with Ginger today.
But only to get information out of the Beautiful Doll.
Yeah, right, go ahead and believe that if you must…
Hell, what was wrong with acknowledging that he would enjoy it? Even Theus had said the Dolls were irresistible. Who was Wyatt to contradict the premier of the High Council?
He allowed himself a small smile. Which reminded him of Ginger’s smile.
I’m programmed to respond to visual cues, Leith…
Her words. Except that yesterday, he hadn’t been smiling when she’d laid eyes on him. He’d given her no visual cue, and yet she’d given him a wide, warm and very welcoming smile.
Another incongruity he intended to pursue. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, carefully smoothing his tunic over his torso.
Idiot. A sexbot doesn’t care what you look like. She’s a machine. Programmed to please.
Right. So why did he want to look nice for her? With a wry twist to his mouth, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
His ride to the former Beautiful Dolls factory took the usual forty minutes. Bruiser-the-guard let him pass easily enough after Wyatt handed over his weapon, but there was a look of suspicion in the guard’s eyes today. Probably because Titus Veraine must have come searching for Wyatt yesterday afternoon after he’d slipped away from Veraine’s lab.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the manufacturing facility, Wyatt was met by the foppish Loris Rhean, who gave him the same suspicious look as Bruiser outside, not his usual goofy, gap-toothed grin. Shit. There’d probably be no way he’d shake this wiry-haired escort today.
Wyatt felt a brief flare of annoyance. He was the premier of the High Council’s man, and as Theus’ man, Wyatt technically had free rein to go anywhere he pleased in this factory. Hell, the High Council was Anson Carron’s employer . By rights, Wyatt should be the one giving the orders here.
And yet, Carron was making a subtle point by having Wyatt accompanied at all times while on the premises.
Still, maybe this was not the time or the place for Wyatt to flex his power. There would undoubtedly be other times during this assignment when Wyatt would need to take charge. So in the interest of tactful cooperation, Wyatt nodded at the smarmy Rhean, acknowledging and accepting his presence.
After all, Wyatt and Anson Carron’s robot army would be flying to Terra Acer tomorrow. He’d be out of here soon enough. In the meantime, had a lot to accomplish today, and not much time to do it.
“I need to go to Titus Veraine’s lab,” he said to Rhean.
Best to get the confrontation with the programmer over with immediately, so that Wyatt could get to work.
He followed Rhean past the entrance to the factory floor, down a familiar corridor, through the double sets of swinging doors to the programming lab, and to the black door at the back that led directly to Veraine’s personal lab. He found it amusing that Rhean’s feet were firmly anchored to the ground today. No silly spring in his step.
“Thanks,” Wyatt said at the door. “You don’t need to stay. I’ll be here a while.”
“I have my orders, agent Wyatt,” Rhean answered haughtily. “Only Mr. Veraine or Mr. Carron can dismiss me.”
Right. No shaking this idiot today.
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