His voice was a deep, pleasant rumble. Everything about him had been carefully curated for sex appeal, and she felt like a sucker for being so prone to it. She shuddered, gaping at the android.
“Where… did you get him?” she asked, looking over at Logan in astonishment. “He’s one of the new models, isn’t he? He probably costs as much as the building.”
Logan grinned. “Actually, his model isn’t even on the market yet. I’ve been working on his coding, trying to get it perfect before the demo next month. I told the higher-ups I was taking him home to… run some organic testing.”
On me.
Her throat was tight. She had no idea what to say.
“So?” he asked, looking hopeful. “Will you try this for me?”
“Try what?” she croaked, glancing back at the robot.
He was still studying her, as if she were the most interesting thing in the room.
“Let him pleasure you,” Logan said, voice dropping as his pupils expanded. “While I watch.”
She took a step back, the overwhelming impossibility of it all crashing down on her. Her stomach turned over. “I don’t—why would you want to watch someone else sleep with me?”
She couldn’t think of anything worse than watching Logan having sex with someone else. It was supposed to be theirs. Something just for them. That was how she liked it.
Was that so wrong of her?
“It’s hot, babe.” He chuckled, lightening the tone of the conversation. “Come on, have you seen yourself? You’re beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to watch you?”
“I don’t like this,” she said in a small voice. “Logan, I—I’m not trying to judge. I know everyone is into their own thing, but this… this isn’t for me.”
His face hardened into an unfamiliar mask of annoyance. “You’re not even trying.”
“I can’t.”
He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. “I need to think.”
Panic gripped her by the throat.
“I think you should sleep on the couch tonight,” he said.
“Logan…”
“Just… give me some space, okay?”
She nodded reluctantly. With wooden limbs, she gathered up a change of clothes and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
CHAPTER 4
Unit Thirty-One watchedin curiosity as his creator paced back and forth over the length of the room.
Logan cursed under his breath, demonstrating frustration that his romantic partner had been unwilling to perform sexually with him. He sighed and slumped back onto the bed, pulling his phone from his pocket. The glow of the holoscreen bounced off his face, casting the hollows of his skull in shadow. He tapped a few buttons and held it to his ear.
Thirty-One’s hearing far exceeded a human’s, so he was able to clearly hear the conversation that followed the distant ringing.
“Hey, man. So did she go for it?”
Logan glanced at the door before answering in a low voice.
“No.” He huffed, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “I should have known this wasn’t going to work.”
Thirty-One looked down at himself. Was he not pleasing to the eye? No, that didn’t seem likely.
