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dark gaze fixed on his with unnerving intensity. I m sure you
are, Dallas. Please push the button. We re dry enough. She
didn t wait for him to follow her instructions, brushing past
him on her way to the bedroom.
He complied with her order and followed her twitching
hips all the way to the bed. He lifted the covers and she
slipped between the sheets. If he were ever to make a clean
getaway, the moment had to be now because if he slid be-
tween the sheets with her, he was a goner. He d start babbling
the truth to her instead of taking the time to develop a better
strategy for his confession. Leaving wasn t what he wanted,
either, but it really was his only choice. Dallas had to force the
words out of his mouth.
I think I should return to the workshop, Ms. Madelyn.
She lay still and silent for several minutes, her dark eyes
fixed on some spot more distant than the rich fabric canopying
the bed, then sighed tiredly. All for the best, or not, her com-
plete dismissal stung.
Very well. Turn off the lights and lock the door. You
know the way out.
* * * *
Dallas snapped the cover plate into place and patted it.
He d taken a spring from the original parts sent for testing out
of the lab and given it to Madelyn s Hazel. He knew full well
he needed a few of those springs for the lawsuit pending
against the supplier, but the remaining twenty-four should be
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sufficient for the independent testing the courts would re-
quire.
He verified his use of that spring for a customer by video
recording the repair, beginning to end, and finalizing the disc
to prevent further additions. That had added an advantage of
showing the courts the minimum amount of man hours in-
volved in making thousands of replacements. Right now, he
was more concerned with reinstalling the component than the
court. He had to face Madelyn again.
Just thinking about being in the same room with her
turned his knees to jelly and his penis to stone.
The smart thing to do would be to send a real installation
drone. Too bad stupidity had such a grip on him. He ached to
see her again, only this time, he d introduce himself as the
real Dallas Dyson. Maybe he d get lucky, not that he deserved
it, and she d agree to have dinner with him. He wanted to
take her out on a real date and court her the way a lady should
be courted, and try to forget the little sounds she made as he
took her so he could converse intelligently with her.
There it was again. That swelling in his pants. Maybe he
should take something to keep that at bay before he went to
her home. If he didn t, he d embarrass both of them beyond
any hope of getting a relationship with her on track.
He d procrastinated long enough. She wouldn t be able
to see his bulging zipper over the link. Dallas squared his
shoulders, ran his fingers through his hair, and put the call
through to Madelyn. She answered immediately, her face fill-
ing his screen.
Ms. Murphy, I m Dallas Dyson. I ve replaced the defec-
tive part in your Hazel s component, and she ll be as good as
new. I d like to come to your home and install it.
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Her eyes narrowed as she searched his face and he
squelched the urge to squirm under her intense gaze. The
owner of Triple D Drones makes house calls?
Yes, ma am, when he s in a pinch, he does. Dallas took
a deep breath and plunged ahead. And when it s such a lovely
lady needing help.
Madelyn looked flustered. She truly didn t believe any
man could find her attractive. He wondered what had been
said to her in the past to undermine her opinion of her ap-
pearance and made a silent vow to do what he could to show
her how beautiful she really was.
Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Dyson, and for your
personal attention. I do need my Hazel. She s more than a
housekeeper. We have wonderful conversations.
I m glad she s living up to her programming. Would it
be convenient for me to come over in about an hour?
She hesitated. Dallas blinked to keep from staring at her
perfect white teeth nibbling her plump lower lip. She took a
deep breath, visible in the way her bosom rose and fell, not
that he was looking at her breasts on purpose. He had good
peripheral vision.
Why don t you come for dinner, Mr. Dyson? After my
experience with the Dallas drone last evening, I m very in-
terested in your company. I d like to learn more and perhaps
invest in some Triple D Drones stock.
Dallas silently and fervently thanked all the gods in the
universe for bestowing such good fortune upon his unworthy
and sweaty brow.
I d love to have dinner with you, Ms. Murphy. I ll bring
the wine.
* * * *
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Dallas wasn t a man used to second-guessing himself, but
that s all he did for the rest of the afternoon. Had he lost what
was left of his mind?
He should have sent a drone to reboot Hazel. Hell, he
should have had a drone make the call and not even spoken to
Madelyn.
Christ! He should have at least acted like a gentleman and
taken her out to dinner!
No, he had to let his penis lead the way again because
that s what had happened. One look at her and he was drown-
ing in the memory of her kiss, of her body, and the next thing
he knew he offered to bring the wine with little recollection
of the conversation in between. He d turned into a hormonal
idiot, one with a really big problem last night.
It was too late to turn back as he parked his cruiser in the
same hover spot it had occupied last night. It s an omen. Ma-
delyn would have his head on the proverbial silver platter.
She had one. He d seen it and recognized it for genuine
antique silver.
The doorman smiled and nodded, ushering him in with-
out asking him to provide identification. He looked closely. It
wasn t a drone. He murmured his thanks and asked if he
needed to log in. The man shook his head and replied Ms.
Murphy had instructed her guest was to be admitted without
inquiry.
And how was the doorman to recognize Ms. Murphy s
guest, Dallas asked the man. Why, he was told with a grin,
her guest would be the man with wine, flowers, and a wor-
ried expression.
Worried expression? Dallas breathed a sigh of relief as the
elevator door glided closed. Yeah, worried. That certainly de-
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scribed him. Did she suspect? The corkscrew his conscience
twisted into his belly took another turn as the lift deposited
him on Madelyn s level. He pressed the button. The door
opened before the echo of the chimes inside faded.
Madelyn stood before him, from the roots of her glossy
dark hair to the tips of her red toenails, all woman, dressed in
a gown of swirling purples and lavenders that did something
incredible to her whiskey-brown eyes. The fabric kissed the
curves of her breasts, caressed the swell of her hips. Dallas
stared, completely awestruck, and he d seen her naked.
Mr. Dyson, please come in. She moved aside, motion-
ing him in. Somehow he found enough brains to make his feet
move. He handed her the flowers and tried not to let her
scent intoxicate him.
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dark gaze fixed on his with unnerving intensity. I m sure you
are, Dallas. Please push the button. We re dry enough. She
didn t wait for him to follow her instructions, brushing past
him on her way to the bedroom.
He complied with her order and followed her twitching
hips all the way to the bed. He lifted the covers and she
slipped between the sheets. If he were ever to make a clean
getaway, the moment had to be now because if he slid be-
tween the sheets with her, he was a goner. He d start babbling
the truth to her instead of taking the time to develop a better
strategy for his confession. Leaving wasn t what he wanted,
either, but it really was his only choice. Dallas had to force the
words out of his mouth.
I think I should return to the workshop, Ms. Madelyn.
She lay still and silent for several minutes, her dark eyes
fixed on some spot more distant than the rich fabric canopying
the bed, then sighed tiredly. All for the best, or not, her com-
plete dismissal stung.
Very well. Turn off the lights and lock the door. You
know the way out.
* * * *
Dallas snapped the cover plate into place and patted it.
He d taken a spring from the original parts sent for testing out
of the lab and given it to Madelyn s Hazel. He knew full well
he needed a few of those springs for the lawsuit pending
against the supplier, but the remaining twenty-four should be
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sufficient for the independent testing the courts would re-
quire.
He verified his use of that spring for a customer by video
recording the repair, beginning to end, and finalizing the disc
to prevent further additions. That had added an advantage of
showing the courts the minimum amount of man hours in-
volved in making thousands of replacements. Right now, he
was more concerned with reinstalling the component than the
court. He had to face Madelyn again.
Just thinking about being in the same room with her
turned his knees to jelly and his penis to stone.
The smart thing to do would be to send a real installation
drone. Too bad stupidity had such a grip on him. He ached to
see her again, only this time, he d introduce himself as the
real Dallas Dyson. Maybe he d get lucky, not that he deserved
it, and she d agree to have dinner with him. He wanted to
take her out on a real date and court her the way a lady should
be courted, and try to forget the little sounds she made as he
took her so he could converse intelligently with her.
There it was again. That swelling in his pants. Maybe he
should take something to keep that at bay before he went to
her home. If he didn t, he d embarrass both of them beyond
any hope of getting a relationship with her on track.
He d procrastinated long enough. She wouldn t be able
to see his bulging zipper over the link. Dallas squared his
shoulders, ran his fingers through his hair, and put the call
through to Madelyn. She answered immediately, her face fill-
ing his screen.
Ms. Murphy, I m Dallas Dyson. I ve replaced the defec-
tive part in your Hazel s component, and she ll be as good as
new. I d like to come to your home and install it.
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Her eyes narrowed as she searched his face and he
squelched the urge to squirm under her intense gaze. The
owner of Triple D Drones makes house calls?
Yes, ma am, when he s in a pinch, he does. Dallas took
a deep breath and plunged ahead. And when it s such a lovely
lady needing help.
Madelyn looked flustered. She truly didn t believe any
man could find her attractive. He wondered what had been
said to her in the past to undermine her opinion of her ap-
pearance and made a silent vow to do what he could to show
her how beautiful she really was.
Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Dyson, and for your
personal attention. I do need my Hazel. She s more than a
housekeeper. We have wonderful conversations.
I m glad she s living up to her programming. Would it
be convenient for me to come over in about an hour?
She hesitated. Dallas blinked to keep from staring at her
perfect white teeth nibbling her plump lower lip. She took a
deep breath, visible in the way her bosom rose and fell, not
that he was looking at her breasts on purpose. He had good
peripheral vision.
Why don t you come for dinner, Mr. Dyson? After my
experience with the Dallas drone last evening, I m very in-
terested in your company. I d like to learn more and perhaps
invest in some Triple D Drones stock.
Dallas silently and fervently thanked all the gods in the
universe for bestowing such good fortune upon his unworthy
and sweaty brow.
I d love to have dinner with you, Ms. Murphy. I ll bring
the wine.
* * * *
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Dallas wasn t a man used to second-guessing himself, but
that s all he did for the rest of the afternoon. Had he lost what
was left of his mind?
He should have sent a drone to reboot Hazel. Hell, he
should have had a drone make the call and not even spoken to
Madelyn.
Christ! He should have at least acted like a gentleman and
taken her out to dinner!
No, he had to let his penis lead the way again because
that s what had happened. One look at her and he was drown-
ing in the memory of her kiss, of her body, and the next thing
he knew he offered to bring the wine with little recollection
of the conversation in between. He d turned into a hormonal
idiot, one with a really big problem last night.
It was too late to turn back as he parked his cruiser in the
same hover spot it had occupied last night. It s an omen. Ma-
delyn would have his head on the proverbial silver platter.
She had one. He d seen it and recognized it for genuine
antique silver.
The doorman smiled and nodded, ushering him in with-
out asking him to provide identification. He looked closely. It
wasn t a drone. He murmured his thanks and asked if he
needed to log in. The man shook his head and replied Ms.
Murphy had instructed her guest was to be admitted without
inquiry.
And how was the doorman to recognize Ms. Murphy s
guest, Dallas asked the man. Why, he was told with a grin,
her guest would be the man with wine, flowers, and a wor-
ried expression.
Worried expression? Dallas breathed a sigh of relief as the
elevator door glided closed. Yeah, worried. That certainly de-
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scribed him. Did she suspect? The corkscrew his conscience
twisted into his belly took another turn as the lift deposited
him on Madelyn s level. He pressed the button. The door
opened before the echo of the chimes inside faded.
Madelyn stood before him, from the roots of her glossy
dark hair to the tips of her red toenails, all woman, dressed in
a gown of swirling purples and lavenders that did something
incredible to her whiskey-brown eyes. The fabric kissed the
curves of her breasts, caressed the swell of her hips. Dallas
stared, completely awestruck, and he d seen her naked.
Mr. Dyson, please come in. She moved aside, motion-
ing him in. Somehow he found enough brains to make his feet
move. He handed her the flowers and tried not to let her
scent intoxicate him.
You put them to shame, Ms. Murphy. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]