Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I Read Free Page A

a perfectly uniform smile and displayed two perfectly
shaped and identical dimples, one in either cheek—in the exact same
spot.
    In nature, at least human nature,
there was no such thing as perfect symmetry. “You aren’t … at all
like I expected you would be.”
    Emerald frowned slightly. It actually
sounded like it was intended as a compliment, but it made her
wonder how he’d expected her to be—and why he’d had any
expectations at all.
    Because he’d been studying her when
she was unconscious and vulnerable.
    She had mixed feelings about that that
she couldn’t unravel or understand beyond the fact that she was
flattered and dismayed at the same time.
    “ Illness … other trauma,”
Koryn answered her question instead of Tariq.
    She performed an internal inventory,
but although she felt weak, that suggestion to account for her lack
of memories didn’t seem closer than an accident. Maybe they’d
zapped her with something that had caused the amnesia?
    “ But you think I’ll
remember?”
    “ We have great hope that
you will remember at least some things.”
    “ Why?”
    Tariq lifted his brows but something
flickered in his eyes.
    “ I know why I want to
remember. I’m just curious that it seems important to
you.”
    “ It’s important to your
peace of mind,” Tariq responded smoothly. “That’s sufficient,
surely?”
    It was and it wasn’t. She needed it,
but she had the sense that they needed or wanted her memories as
much as she did and maybe that explained why they weren’t willing
to give her ‘suggestions’ that might produce those ‘false memories’
Koryn had mentioned? She might have pursued that except that the
door opened and a third man entered. He was clearly of the same
race even though he looked a good bit shorter—at least a half a
head shorter, although still tall compared to a human male—and,
unlike them, his hair was close cropped to his head. Military, her
mind supplied, although she had no idea where the thought had come
from.
    He brought a tray in, set it on the
small table between the chairs, bowed and departed.
    Emerald stared at him until the door
closed. “He doesn’t speak English?” she guessed.
    “ He wasn’t programmed to,
no.”
    Emerald glanced at Tariq sharply,
considering that. “You’re saying …?”
    “ He’s an android. They are
both biological—externally, anyway—and mechanical. They serve
us.”
    Emerald frowned doubtfully, going over
what she’d seen in her mind, but she couldn’t think of anything
that suggested he was a machine. “He didn’t look like a machine …
or act like one.”
    Tariq shrugged. “Nevertheless, he was
‘born’ in a lab.”
    “ Do they have names?” she
asked curiously.
    “ That was my
assistant—Roth,” Koryn responded.
    Assistant? Did that imply they worked
in a lab? It didn’t seem like the sort of term one would use in a
medical sense. He would’ve said nurse, wouldn’t he? “He’s not a
soldier, then? What does he assist you with?”
    This time it was Koryn who smiled and
made her belly shimmy. He spread his hands wide in a gesture. “In
whatever way I require assistance.”
    “ What made you think he
might be a soldier?” Tariq asked curiously.
    Emerald frowned. “The hair. It looks
like a military cut.”
    Koryn removed the cover over the tray
and set it on the floor. “Eat … while it’s hot.”
    Emerald’s stomach growled as soon as
the aroma hit her, but she wasn’t particularly thrilled to see it
looked like nothing but broth of some kind. Chicken,
maybe?
    How could she know so many things and
not remember anything about herself beyond her name, she wondered
with sudden frustration? What sort of brain damage could she have
that would allow her to talk and think, to identify what most
everything around her was—even to know about things she had no
reason to know about?
    Trusting the thoughts aside after a
moment, she ignored the spoon and picked the small cup-like bowl
up, taking