“It’s all fine. It made my weekend,” Tamika interrupts. She looks over at her roommate and gives her a wink before leaving.
“What exactly did you tell her?” I ask Andrea once we’re alone, a little concerned.
“Well, she understandably had questions. But I remained as vague as I could.”
When someone knocks on the door again, I roll my eyes with exasperation. “For fuck’s sake.”
“I should just go,” she mumbles, following me to the door.
She stretches up for one last peck, which I gladly give her. Then she leaves, and Bertrand comes in instead. Swapping the delicate scent of jasmine for Axe body spray isn’t the best way to start the week.
Wednesday can’t come soon enough.
It turns out the numerous IQ tests my parents forced me to take were fucking wrong. I’m a fucking idiot, not a genius. Why on earth would I think Wednesday was a good idea? I should have brought Andrea home as early as Monday.
The withdrawal is rough, and I crave so much more than the few stolen kisses and amorous gropes we exchange. Especially since she looks particularly stunning on Wednesday, wearing a pretty little dress and pink lipstick.
To minimize the risk of someone from Kelex seeing us leave together, we decide to wait half an hour after the end of the workday to meet at my car in the parking lot. I’m a little early, but she’s even earlier, already leaning on my car when I arrive.
When I get to her, my hand slides over her hip, and I bend to give her the first kiss of the day. Showing some restraint for once, we keep it to a warm peck, and I gaze down at her with intensity.
“You look stunning,” I say, clutching her hip. The blue shade of her sundress highlights her complexion, and the row of small white buttons that goes from her modest cleavage to her knees have my fingers itching to open them.
“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
I’ve noticed she likes me in a button-up shirt, especially a black one, so I decided to wear one today. The sleeves are rolled on my forearms, and a few buttons are opened at my throat.
During the entire drive to my place, my hand is on her thigh, right where the hem of her dress has risen up, skin to skin. The contact heats my palm, and by the time I’m parking, the warmth has climbed to my chest.
The elevator ride up is silent but filled with anticipation. Once the bolted door of my apartment is open, I gallantly invite her to enter first.
“Iris, I’m home,” I call out.
“Welcome home, Alexander,” the AI answers as the lights turn on and the curtains open.
“Hi, Iris. I’m here too,” Andrea says with self-deprecation.
Ah, turns out I won’t even need to tell her what I did this weekend, instead of spending it with her.
“Welcome back, Andrea,” Iris greets.
Shock has Andrea stopping where she stands, eyes bewildered, and her jaw drops as she turns to me.
“What the—”
“I added your voice to her system,” I explain. “You’re allowed some basic commands, but you still don’t have access to the core ones. We’ll see if you behave before those.”
“You taught your AI about me?”
“I did. I thought you’d appreciate it.”
“Appreciate it? Are you kidding! Iris, dim the lights,” she asks. Sure enough, the lights’ intensity diminishes slightly. “Holy shit, I feel like Tony Stark with Jarvis.”
It took me a few hours to implement this change into Iris’s code, since I never foresaw that someone other than me could have access to her commands. But it looks like the small attention delights Andrea beyond words.
Her bag drops to the floor, and she practically jumps me, pulling me down to give me a grateful kiss. She’s a little too brutal in her elation, so I lose my footing for a second. I quickly regain our balance as she ravages me with gratitude, kissing, sampling, and devouring.
I reach for the back of her thighs and effortlessly lift her, pressing her soft shape onto me. Her legs wrap around my waist, her kiss deeper. My heart is in a frenzy, overwhelmed by her attention.
