Don't Fall In Love With Your Sex Robot
Chapter Seventeen
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The next day…
"What will you do with them?" asked Shannon as she watched Bast close Imhotep and Nefertari into the vault.
"I'm not sure," said Bast. "But I think they'll come in handy one day."
"I can't believe the program's shutdown. I'm jobless."
"But you're also very, very rich," said Bast as the big metal door clanged shut. She drew the purple curtain across the wall then ushered Shannon to a small table where a tea service waited. "You don't need a job to make your life feel worthwhile."
"No," agreed Shannon, smiling. "I sure as hell don't."
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"Shannon."
Whoa. All the man had done was say her name, and her panties were soaked.
She stood in Chester's office, before his massive glass desk. He sat behind it, his elbows leaning on the surface, his fingers steepled under his chin. He looked so austere dressed in dark clothes and square-rimmed spectacles.
"You've been a naughty girl."
