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It took Gabi several steadying breaths before she was able to talk. "I explained to Dagor what BOB stood for, and he asked me where he could get his hands on one."
Both of Aru's brows shot up. "Why are you interested in a female self-pleasuring device?"
"Gabi said that BOB means a battery-operated boyfriend. If humans have developed advanced robots like that, I would like to reverse engineer one."
"I see." Aru ran a hand over his mouth, and a moment later, his shoulders also started shaking. "Perhaps you should show him," he told Gabi between one snort and the next.
"No way. He can find a picture on the internet."
That was a good suggestion, and Dagor implemented it right away, pulling out his phone and typing his query into the search engine.
"Oh." He frowned as he read the description. "It's a very crude device. I'm surprised that it's so popular among Earth ladies."
Gabi shrugged. "You are welcome to develop a fully functional Bob like your bartender, who could do more than serve drinks."
"Why bother with a BOB? You already have a neural link virtual reality service that can give you a fully immersive experience inside your mind—no robots required."
"Yeah, but who can afford that, and who has time to spend three hours in a studio whenever they get the itch? BOBs are inexpensive toys that are available whenever they are needed." By the end of her explanation, Gabi was as red as a beetroot. "I can't believe that you made me say that." She cast an accusing look at Aru, turned around, walked into their bedroom, and closed the door behind her.
"You've embarrassed your mate," Negal said. "You should apologize."
"It wasn't me." Aru lifted his hands in the air. "It was Dagor."
"What did I say?" Dagor crossed his arms over his chest. "I just wanted to know why she was laughing. How was I supposed to know that it was a sensitive subject?"
Women, whether human or formerly human, were touchy about anything that had to do with sex, yet they pursued it with quite the determination.
Aru's clan phone rang, thankfully ending the Bob episode.
He pulled it out of his pocket. "Hello, Kian. I've noticed that we set sail. I think the customary thing to say isbon voyage, right?"
"Yes," the immortals' leader said in his gruff voice. "But I'm not calling to wish you safe travels. My mother informed me that she wants to meet you today at six o'clock sharp. You and your teammates need to be ready five minutes earlier. I'll send someone to escort you to her suite."
Aru swallowed audibly. "How should I dress for the meeting?"
"You are going to a formal dinner straight from there, so dress formally. I hope you and your men have gotten tuxedoes. We are celebrating ten weddings on this cruise."
"We did. Should we bring Gabi with us?"
"Of course. The Clan Mother would love to meet her."
Frankie
"You lucky girl," Margo squealed in Frankie's ear. "You've been on that cruise ship for what, three hours? And you scored a gorgeous guy already? How did you do it?"
"Luck, I guess. But I feel kind of iffy about it." Frankie thought about opening the doors to her balcony and stepping outside, but she didn't want anyone to overhear her talking about Doug. Instead, she sat on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and tucked her feet under her. "You know about my minimum of three dates rule. I don't do first-date hookups. But this is a cruise, and he's out-of-this-world gorgeous, so I decided to break my own rule, and now I feel guilty and a little scared. I don't know anything about him besides that he is a guest of Tom's partners. Aside from what he'd seen on television, he didn't know anything about Perfect Match. How could he be a good friend of the owners and not know more details about their business?"
"Frankie," Margo interrupted her tirade. "Take a deep breath and think. You are on a ship full of people. If this guy is not to your liking, throw him out, and if he refuses to leave, holler, and someone will help you to get rid of him."
Frankie snorted. "That's what you think. So far, I've seen the guards who checked my paperwork, Mia, Tom, and Doug. I haven't seen anyone else, and unless this place has the best soundproofing ever, I'm the only one on this deck. I feel like I am inThe Twilight Zone, with elevator music playing in the hallways to entertain the ghosts."
There was a moment of silence before Margo let out a breath. "That is odd. Maybe the ship has great soundproofing. With how reclusive and paranoid Tom's partners are, I wouldn't be surprised if they'd ordered a custom-made interior built to the highest privacy standards."
"That could be." Frankie looked around the beautifully decorated living room of her suite. "The ship is really luxurious. I can't wait for you to join me so I won't be alone in this suite. It has two bedrooms, a living room with a kitchenette and a bar, and it's bigger than my apartment."
"That's lovely, but I'm worried now," Margo said. "If Doug is an ax murderer, no one will even hear you scream."
Frankie grimaced. "Thanks for that visual. Now I'm never calling him to come over." She chuckled. "I'll stay loyal to Bob."
