The Pleasure Bot (Planet Desire Book 4) Read Free Page B

was he supposed to work up a hard-on?
    “Are you any good?”
    “Huh?”
    “In the sack! No time to be shy. I need to know what I’ve got to work with.”
    Declan shrugged. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
    “That’s not saying much.”
    “Beggars can’t be choosers,” he replied nastily, fed up with her snide remarks concerning his manhood.
    “Aaa—gnes!” A strident voice came from beyond the kitchen door.
    Declan jumped.
    “The ca-ca’s gonna hit the fan now,” his captor muttered.
    “I take it that’s your mistress?” he whispered.
    “Yup. My boss, the dragon lady, my ball and chain. She’ll be in here in a minute. Whatever odd thing she says, just go with it. Remember, this is supposed to be a fantasy weekend.”
    “I haven’t agreed to do anything yet.”
    “Remember your crew and ship!”
    In for a penny…out for a pound. “My cargo, too?”
    “All right!” she hissed. “Do we have a deal?”
    “How do I know you’ll keep your word?”
    “You don’t. But I’m the only chance you’ve got. It’s me or Sing-Sing. Do we have a deal?”
    What the hell was Sing-Sing? Declan swore again. “Deal. You’d better not welsh, or I’ll tell the boss lady about our little arrangement.”
    “Aaa—gnes!” Priscilla shouted again, and then paused to kick off her heels before continuing on to her bedroom. “What’s with you? Are you still sulking about me threatening to pull your grid?”
    “Of course not,” Agnes replied, in a monotone. “I’m just a hunk of cells, no real intelligence, no feelings to hurt.”
    Priscilla rolled her eyes and reached for the first button at the top of her white blouse. “So when is it arriving?”
    “It?”
    “My Pleasure Bot.”
    “Oh, about your new toy…”
    “Aaa—gnes?” Her hands froze on button number three. “Don’t tell me they can’t deliver.”
    “No, no.”
    “Whew! You had me worried there.” She continued unbuttoning her blouse, letting her mind roam to the coming hours. Already her body was juiced at the thoughts of the wicked things she wanted to try with her life-like, better-than-life-sized robot.
    “Well, I just wanted to remind you of a few things first.”
    “Like?” She hoped like hell Agnes wasn’t going to give her the list of the manufacturer’s disclaimers.
    “You were promised life-like.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Down to the wet tongue and hangnails, I’m sure.” She finished with the last button and peeled off the shirt.
    “Just so you know, it’s also programmed to believe it’s a real person—to enhance the experience.”
    The word “enhance” was the only one her mind registered. All day long, the thought of all that “enhanced” hardware aimed at providing her the ultimate pleasure had put heat in her cheeks and a bounce in her step. Her skirt joined the heap on the floor. “All right. Is there more?”
    “Um…it’s in the kitchen.”
    Priscilla’s body revved into hyperdrive, and she headed out of her bedroom. “Why didn’t you say so? It eats?”
    “Probably does a lot of things even more disgusting in the name of realism.”
    “Wow! Pinnacle’s going to make a fortune. I wonder if they need an ad woman.”
    She reached to push the kitchen door, but it swung toward her, and she stepped back with a gasp. A tall, disheveled—shirtless—man stepped through. Her gaze swept over him in shock. “Agnes! Just what did you put in my profile?”
    “Why, boss?”
    Her hand swept over his shoulder and a muscle rippled beneath her palm. She jerked away her hand. “It’s…brawny. I prefer lean.” She backed away and looked up. “Dark hair? I like blond. And it’s hairy .” She sniffed. “Oh, and it stinks! Did you tell them I wanted a dark stinky man?”
    The bot’s narrowed brown gaze followed her as she paced in front of him. His face grew a blustery red.
    “They have a few kinks to work out in this model.” She waved an encompassing hand at him. “It does understand English,