She checked the testing schedule, said good night to Susa, and trotted off to headquarters. Hron had booked a private room at a very upscale restaurant, and he liked her hair curled, so she had to get on that.
Her new necklace was ready, as were the earrings, which served the same function. She even had a bracelet created to act as an emergency com. All of them were keyed to her biometrics and energy signature.
She got dressed, piled her hair up in thick curls until it could be held in place with precisely three clips, and then she put on her jewellery and an evening gown in soft grey. Her makeup was smoky and subtle. It was funny that she had to remember how to do eyes. A cloak hid everything, and her transport indicated that it was five minutes out. She took her guard bot with her and headed down for her ride.
The process of getting from the base to the restaurant made her nervous. If Susa had been with her at the base, they would have joked about how she was exposing herself by using her face when others had to use their genitals.
There hadn’t been any contact from Mentor or the doll maker, but it would be soon.
She steeled herself and got out of the transport, letting her guard bot remain at the entrance. The hostess took a look at her and inclined her head. “How may I help you, Miss?”
“Private room two.”
The girl blinked and nodded, leading her down the hall and to the upper level where the private rooms were located. Zera had been here a few times. She raised just the hem of her cloak so that even the tips of her shoes were not visible. No one else here was paying for her time, so they could not see her.
The hostess stopped outside the door. Zera lifted her recognition icon from her cloak, and it glowed blue around the doorframe. “Thank you. You may go.”
The hostess blinked. “I need to make sure that you are welcomed.”
Zera smiled and inclined her head from the shadows of the cloak. “Go ask if I am welcome, then.”
“He did not wish to be disturbed.”
“But he told you he was expecting a guest. So, you do not wish to let me in. That is fine.”
She tapped the icon twice. The door flew open, and Hron was standing there in his formal evening wear. He looked at the cringing hostess. “My guest has arrived, and you are delaying our time together.”
The hostess flinched. “Yes, Master Hron. Please excuse me.”
Hron stepped out and took Zera’s hands, kissing her palms before pulling her into the private dining room.
He slid her cloak off her shoulders and folded it over his arm. “Ah, dearest Zera, you have no idea how happy I was to find you unengaged for this evening.”
He led her by the hand into the room where a long, low table was surrounded by cushions. Zera smiled. “It is Master Hron now?”
He grinned and pulled her against him. “It sounded juvenile from her, but from you, I could definitely get used to hearing it.”
She inclined her head. “Whatever you wish, Master.”
He shuddered. “You smell amazing.”
“So I have been told, Master.”
He paused. “I think I would rather that you call me Hron. You are too much an equal for the other term to be other than patronizing.”
She smiled and reached up to stroke his face. “Hron, I have missed being able to call you by your name.”
His hips thrust against hers, and he grimaced. “Too bad dinner is required.”
She grinned. “By the end of the date. It is not required now.”
His eyes glowed with anticipation. “We can do things out of order?”
She slipped out of his grasp and unfastened his trousers. “There are no hard and fast rules outside the contract. And the contract says you invited me for sex and dinner; it did not specify the order.”
She eased him out, and he thudded into her fingers. She wrapped her lips around him and drew him deep into her mouth. His hands flexed, and he stood still until she pulled back and whispered, “This would be easier if you were reclining.”
He moved them both extremely fast, and she was draped across him, wearing nothing but her jewellery. He was naked as well. They were lying next to the table.
She giggled and gasped when he slid two fingers into her, arching her back at the touch. “I am relieved that your eyes reflect what I imagined you were feeling.”
She looked at him and put her want and need into her gaze. When he stroked her, she showed him what his touch did to her, and he inhaled sharply. “I see now why Torun suggested this as a possibility for you. Your intellect is astonishing, but your sensuality is off the charts. You genuinely are looking at me like I am the only male on the planet.”
She smiled. “Right now, for me, you are.”
He smiled and stroked her cheek. “Then, I will make the most of it.”
Their kiss was sweet with a slightly wild touch. He turned her to her back and moved down her body with slow drags of his tongue and sharp nips of his teeth. When he settled against her sex, she moaned, and her hips matched his rhythm thrust for thrust until she bucked against him, and he moved up, sliding into her with a deep plunge.
Her lids flickered as she adjusted, and he groaned when he was all the way inside her. He remained above her, and she looked up at him with flushed cheeks. His smile was slow. “How can you taste like heaven and feel like sin?”
She chuckled. “Just the way I am, I suppose. How can you be a speedster and one of the slowest, most thorough fucks I have had?”
He grinned and started to move. “Just the way I
