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“Well—they did provide undergarments for me,” Sev pointed out, pulling at the waistband of his black trousers. “If you want—”
“No, no—thanks for offering,” Mia said hastily. “But you’re already wearing them and besides, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t fit me.”
She sighed in frustration. Was shereallygoing to have to go around in public wearing a see-through dress with nothing underneath it?
Unfortunately, she didn’t see any choice. With a muffled curse, she took the loose white dress to her side of the bed, turned her back, and dressed as quickly as possible.
Once she had it on, the dress fit more snuggly than she’d imagined it would—it was especially tight over her breasts. The good thing was, it had a kind of Empire waistline, so the top of the dress acted as a kind of bra. The bad thing was, it had a V-neckline that showcased her breasts, especially her nipples which seemed determined to stay pointy and erect no matter what she did.
Under her breasts, the dress fell in a simple straight line to her mid calves—which was the most unflattering dress length possible, in Mia’s opinion. Of course, there were no socks or shoes provided to go with it, just as there had been no underwear. Sev had been given plain black shoes and socks which—amazingly in Mia’s view—actually fit him. She was surprised the PPP had clothing and shoes in her partner’s immense size.
“Well, I guess we’re ready to go,” Sev remarked, breaking her train of thought. He looked at Mia in the new white dress but prudently said nothing. That was one of the good things about her partner—he knew when to hold his tongue. Because nothing he could have said would have made Mia feel better about her ridiculous outfit and he probably knew that.
“Yeah, I guess so.” She nodded, thinking that he looked amazing in his new clothes—the crisp white shirt really emphasized the width of his broad shoulders. While her own clothes just made her boobs look even bigger than they were—which was quite an accomplishment considering she already wore a triple D cup.
“Hey…” Sev seemed to be searching for something to say. “You look nice,” he finally managed.
Mia sighed.
“And here I was thinking that one of the things I like about you is that you know when to not say anything. This dress ishorrible—it’s see through up top and it makes my hips and behind look even wider than they are—which is really saying something.”
“Don’t you remember me telling you that your curves are beautiful?” His voice had gone low and soft. “That you’re an Elite?”
Mia felt her cheeks getting hot at his reference to the things they’d done and said the night before.
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about it,” she said shortly.
Sev shrugged.
“All right. Let’s go eat First Meal instead.”
He left the bedroom and Mia followed him down the hallway to the kitchen, feeling relieved. She reallywashungry—she hoped that whatever Brother Jonash had programmed for her to eat was hearty and delicious.
FOURTEEN
MIA
Unfortunately, the few bits of food that came out of the left-hand tube—the wife’s tube—were neither hearty nor delicious looking.
Sev tried his first. Pressing the button on the side of the brass tube caused it to produce five large blue, speckled eggs—(to Mia they looked as big as the duck eggs you could buy at the Asian market)—as well as a thick slab of dark brown meat that smelled a bit like ham and candied yams put together. Also several pieces of fruit that looked like a bunch of bananas except they were bright pink, purple, orange, and green came out.
“Looks like you’re set for breakfast,” Mia remarked. “Let’s see what I get.”
She pressed the button on the side of her tube and after a moment, a handful of small, wrinkled vegetables that bore a strong resemblance to bright blue brussel sprouts came tumbling out. These were followed by a one-inch cube of meat that seemed to be the same kind as the huge ham steak thing that Sev had received.
“Hey! Is that seriouslyall?”Mia demanded, pressing the button on the side of her tube again in irritation. But no matter how much she pressed it, nothing else came out. “What the hell iswrongwith this thing?” she muttered. “I can’t live on a handful of blue brussel sprouts and a single ham cube!”
“Can I see?” Sev came to stand beside her and leaned down to look at the touch screen where Brother Jonash had programmed the tubes the night before. “Ah—I think I see the problem,” he said after a moment.
“What? Is the damn thing broken?” Mia demanded.
Sev shook his head.
“No—it’s just that you’re tube has been set to ‘extreme weight loss’ mode. Thosefuckers,” he added in a growl.
“What?”Mia yelped. “Jonash must have done it—that asshole!”
She leaned down to look at the touch screen and sure enough—her tube was definitely set to diet mode. What the hell did Brother Jonash expect her to live on? Air sandwiches?
