Don't Fall In Love With Your Sex Robot
Chapter Ten
"Duh. But not with the emoti-chip installed. Except—" Except last night they spent a good deal of time in the hot tub. And that had been the first time he'd been in water with the emoti-chip. "Well, it's not like we've gone into mass production. Just Immie and the Nefertari model we sold to the gazillionaire."
Chester Pettigrew Hiddles. She hadn't forgotten about him. It had been a little more than three weeks since she'd seen him. She really did want to call him, but she'd spent eighteen-hour days at the lab perfecting his version of the sex-bot. Okay. So she'd been a little reluctant to pick up the phone. She often thought about their kiss and about what it would be like to kiss him again. Her heart skipped a beat. Yeah. Well, hell. Maybe it was time to give Chester a call.
