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An Excerpt From: I, ROBOT VALENTINE
Copyright © ALISON PAIGE, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Absolutely,” Ally said, a stifled laugh edging her voice. “It’d be horrible to spend all that money only to find out he couldn’t satisfy. All hype—no hump.” She poured a mug of coffee for Brooke and slid it across to her. He waited, but rather than pouring him a cup, she set the glass carafe back in the machine.
He couldn’t ask for coffee. Robots only eat and drink to make their human operators feel more at ease, make the robots seem more human. Ally had always offered—habit of good manners, he figured—but not this time. Perfect. He needed his morning coffee.
“Exactly,” Brooke said, spooning half the sugar bowl into her mug. “I mean, I’m not frigid or anything, but it takes a special touch to get me…ya know, off.”
“Well, there is a bit of a learning curve with these guys, you understand.”
Tom snapped his gaze to Ally, felt his eyes stretch and fought to tamp back the gut reaction. What the hell did she mean, learning curve? He’d never heard her complain.
“I mean, they know the basics, where everything goes and that, but for finer points, you’ve got to do a little creative directing.”
Like hell. Tom’s jaw gave a twinge of pain from clenching his teeth so hard. Did she really think her breathy little comments made him a better lover? Granted, it was kind of hot to hear her tell him what she wanted. But he’d known how to please a woman long before he crawled into Ally’s bed. He folded his arms across his chest and tried not to fist his hands so tight he’d dig half moons in his palms with his nails.
“You’re the first person I’ve known who’s bought one. So I was wondering…” The petite brunette blushed, her pale cheeks cherry red in an instant. “Do you mind if I, ya know, check him out?”
He flicked his gaze to Ally.
She shrugged. “Why not? Be my guest.”
Brooke practically toppled the stool to get to him. What she might consider “checking him out” to include had him tight and ready for anything. The woman had a hand on some part of his body the entire ride up in the elevator. If not for a well-timed ding before the doors opened, she would have had his pants untied and nothing left to her imagination.
Now Ally was giving the little nympho user privileges as though he were a new vacuum cleaner or an expensive kitchen appliance. And why’d Ally keep glancing at him like that? Out of the corner of her eye with a sly smile curling the corner of her lips as though…
She knows.
Tom flinched at Brooke’s cold hands on his arm. It took every ounce of willpower for him not to lean away.
“Oh wow, it’s so hard,” she said, squeezing his biceps as though she didn’t already know.
“Hard? That’s nothing. Feel his…”
Tom held his breath. She wouldn’t.
“…chest,” Ally said.
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