Don't Fall In Love With Your Sex Robot
Chapter Seven
A couple of hours later, Shannon padded into her bedroom fresh from a shower. She wore only her white silk robe. She'd gotten a pedicure yesterday. The polish was a pearlescent white and centered on each toenail was tiny blue gem. She stared at the teeny glitters as she paced and thought about her encounter with Chester. She was as crazy about luxurious carpet as she was about pedicures and her bare feet felt swathed in cotton as she walked back and forth in front of her four-poster bed.
Aw, shit. Things were complicated. Usually, she liked complicated because she enjoyed the challenge of working out a solution to a thorny problem. The more gnarled the tangle, the better she liked it.
But this problem…sheesh! First, the guy thought she was an upgraded robot. Then he thought she was call girl. And then he had the nerve to say he didn't want Nefertari 9.0 because the robot wouldn't enjoy sex.
