Chapter 4
- Erm... Miss, I'm…
- Shh, not another word, my dear!
She put her finger to his lips,
- Why do we have to talk about it? That's not what you were made for, is it? You've got a sharp tongue, you're programmed to be, but we'll find other uses for it.
With these words Veronica ardently put her arms round his neck, drew him to her, and, pressing her whole body against him, greedily buried her lips in his. He mumbled something pitifully, trying to pull away, but Veronica was unstoppable. When she felt the warmth of his body, tasted his firm, juicy lips, she lost her head. Her hand slid over his shoulders, then down his back and further down. Her palm travelled sideways down his slender thigh, found the small firm ass and squeezed one of the buttocks passionately. The poor android twitched violently, as if it had been electrocuted.
With a stifled gurgle, he struggled to remove his lips from Veronica's greedy mouth, loosened the steel ring of her embrace and, though not without effort, still managed to push the overly heated lady away from him. There was the sound of tearing fabric. They both stood a short distance apart, trying to catch their breath.
- Lady, madam, miss... What the hell has gotten into you?! Are you out of your mind? - wailed Loxley, looking at Veronica with undisguised horror.
His voice was hoarse with excitement, and he crowed.
A flushed Veronica breathed heavily, clutching the flap of his shirt in her hand. Her lips were still burning from the close contact with the man of her dreams.
- It's okay, honey,' she said, trying to smile gently, 'It turns out you're a bit of a handful. It's weird, I didn't think I ordered that option, but it's kind of interesting. All right, let's play this game if you want. But just for a little while, okay? I can't be patient. I mean, you're, umm…
She licked her lips languidly and her gaze became as languid as a cow's.
- You're so hot. God, you're so hot, I want you so much! Come to me, my boy, come quickly!
She moved toward him again, and he panicked and backed away, palms outstretched in front of him with fingers spread. He stumbled over the box, tumbled to the floor, jumped up, and resumed his defensive stance.
- Look, dear lady, I don't know what's got into you, but you've got me confused with someone else!
His voice sounded almost pitiful. He tried to coax her gently, without swearing, and in doing so, he backed away slowly.
- There's obviously been some kind of mistake! I don't give intimate favours to strange ladies! Don't take offence, you're a pretty girl, but don't get me wrong...
Veronica lunged to attack. Loxley dodged, bounced to the side, and leapt over the couch in the middle of the living room.
With such long legs, he had no trouble doing it. Veronica didn't have the same agility, so she tried to get him by flanking him, but the obnoxiously stubborn man wouldn't stand still.
For a few minutes they ran around the sofa and the coffee table next to it like children playing catch-up, but both of them were clearly not having fun.
- Help! - A terrified Robin shouted, trying to keep his distance between himself and the passionate lady, 'Somebody call the police! Or the paramedics! Or better yet, both!
- Did they drop you when they were loading you, you moron? - Veronica hissed angrily, blowing a strand of hair off her forehead.
She was tired, out of breath, and beginning to lose patience. This strange, incomprehensible game was starting to piss her off.