Seriously, if they get one geeky detail wrong, it’s rumored that Henry waves the book around and stomps his pretty little feet all over production.
Toxic is such an alpha nerd. Tall, with calloused palms and a rakish grin. Biceps as big as cantaloupes and a mind for all things geeky.
And you know what…
I dig it. I really do. A guy could be a 10-out-of-10 in the looks department, but if he can’t talk about anything other than the gym, drinking, or getting laid, he’s wasting my time.
The more I think about it, the more I realize he’s the perfect genetic donor for my little droid.
Unthinkably, a smile forms on my lips, and I can’t scowl it away.
Toxic has somehow shifted the tides of my brain, making wrong somehow look right, and insanity oh, so satisfying.
It will never be my little droid’s fault that they were created so chaotically. I can’t even blame Toxic for that. The blame rests solely on my shoulders.
But that doesn’t mean he has the right to put silly notions in my head. Admittedly, there’s logic to his thoughts. RV living is not ideal, but he’d assumed I’d need more help than I do, and it was his way of contributing to the care of our droid while still being able to work. If anything, he was being admirable.
And his desire to provide for me financially was also commendable. Just as his drive to make it to as many droid appointments as he can.
And him offering his body to me is strangely rooted in logic. I can attest to that.
Those toys have no chance of satisfying you the way I can,he’d said.
He was right.
Pressing my eyes closed, my body surges to live at the thought of his graceless touch.
I told him to be filthy.
He was.
And sweet droid, it was glorious.
I root through my nightstand and pull out my trusty bullet, knowing it will never satisfy me the way he had, but it will do the job, regardless.
Except…it doesn’t.
I push the button, but what was once a vibrant roar is now a dull purr.
This will not do.
Do I really want to resort to analog masturbation techniques?
He’s just a text away…
More like a sext away.
It would be good of me to reply to his text, seeing as how our lives are now entwined.
Samantha:Does that make you the Daddy of Droids?
To my delight, his text bubble pops up.
Toxic:Call me daddy all you like.
Of course, he makes it sound perverse as fuck.
Of course…my body goes wild for it.
