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Aubrey peeked at me from under her lashes, the coy glance sending an electric buzz through my circuits. “You’re attracted to me?”
My eyes swirled wide in shock. “Yes.”
The idea that someonewouldn’tbe enamored with Aubrey just didn’t compute.
She laughed. It was a full bodied sound like water breaking from a dam, the sudden, decadent noise making my circuits flare brighter than before. Her joy inspired my own. I wanted her to make that sound again, over and over until we were both glowing, albeit mine more literal than hers.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” she sighed. “I’m attracted to you too, AL.X. But I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You’re here for my help, and I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything… and you’re very new to this world. You should have time to explore it, to see what you really want.”
The heat of satisfaction coiled in my tubing, the cool sludge of disappointment on its heels. I was thrilled that she wanted me like I wanted her. Why was she so reluctant to act upon it? “What if I just want you?”
Knuckles rapped on the doors before they burst open, the person entering not waiting for a response. Peter.Again. My jaw ground against my lower face plates.
"Aubrey, are you finished with that project yet? Management and product design are getting antsy."
I grit my teeth to stifle a moan as fabric slid along my cock and encased it in delicious pressure. Aubrey had slid my cock into her back pocket, hidden from prying eyes. The movement was sly enough that the interloper didn't notice.
At least, I hoped he didn't.
She scowled, crossing her arms. "Peter, are you a blacksmith?"
He huffed. "Aubrey, that doesn't?—"
"Are. You. A. Blacksmith?" she said through clenched teeth.
"No,” he gritted back, matching her scowl with one of his own.
"That's what I thought. The project will be done when it's ready. Get out of my workshop." She gestured toward the door. Red creeped up the man's neck as he glared back at her.
"You can't just?—"
"If you want it done quickly, I need to work. I can't finish it while you're here."
He eyed her workbench with narrowed eyes. “It doesn’t seem like you’ve made any progress.”
“The parts are in the cooling chamber. It takes time.”
He threw his hands up. "How long?"
"As long as it takes."
He growled, putting his hands on his hips. "I need an estimate, Aubrey."
She pointed at him with the chisel that was now in her hand. "Fine. Three hours."
He sputtered. "But?—"
"Not a second less, Peter,” she hissed. "This is a rush job as it is. The upper levelers wanted enough special features to power ten dicks, let alone one. It takes time to weave all that together."
Peter seemed to deflate at that, but nodded. He turned towards me in his first act of acknowledgement. I kept my face as blank as possible. “How has the android been?”
Aubrey stilled. “What do you mean?”
“Has he, uh, acted strangely at all?”
One wrong move and Peter would know. I kept my eyes unfocused, aimed towards the back wall.
“He’s a machine, Pete. They just follow their programming. Did the computer geeks fuck it up?”
