respond, how your body
and mind respond, will depend on various considerations and
co-ordinates...” He lets out a breath as his eyes move to my
lips and trail further down. I tense as raw, pulsing heat seems to
envelop my entire body. He doesn't seem to be looking at me as
merely a test subject. His look is intense, penetrating, sexual. I
force myself to breathe. Julian might be a man of science, a
researcher, a doctor, but he is still a man. And well, put a man, a
woman and a sex machine together...
I bite my lip hard. Keep it together, girl! I remind
myself. Think about the contract. Answer his questions, and ask
your own questions. Snap out of it!
Steeling my nerves and my resolve, I prepare to answer
his questions and hope fervently that I won't make a bloody fool of
myself.
Chapter Four
Tilting my chin up, I answer coolly, “It's been a
few months.”
Julian raises an eyebrow. “A few months? How
few? One month? Two months? Half a month?”
“ Six months.”
He scribbles down my answer, mumbling almost inaudibly,
“Was that with your boyfriend?”
“ Pardon? I didn't catch your question.”
He clears his throat but doesn't look up. “Um...was
that with a regular sex partner, or...?”
“ The last person I had sex with...I never saw him
again. I met him in a pub, and that was that. One night. I don't
even know if that's his real name.” I shrug, wrinkling my nose
at the memory. He was not particularly good-looking, and he had
seemed nice. But he wasn't a good lay. In fact, he was downright
terrible. In, out, in, out and he was done.
“ At that...session, did you...orgasm...?”
Julian asks.
“ No.”
“ No? Not even once during...”
I roll my eyes. “Not even close. Yeah, it was
that bad.”
“ Are you in a relationship right now?”
“ No.”
The corners of his mouth quirk up, but he tugs them down
immediately. Why my answer should please him I have no idea, but he
does look so much better when he isn't frowning.
“ You should smile more. Looks good on you. The
smile.” I bite my lip hard. Did I just say that? What the
hell is wrong with me? Getting all horny and flirty with my
prospective employer.
He meets my gaze and holds it for a breathless moment.
“You...” He draws a ragged breath and forces his eyes
back to the clipboard. “Have you ever had any problem in
achieving an orgasm during sex, Sophia?”
Somehow his question makes me think back on my brief and
tumultuous marriage. My hackles and voice rise. “Problem? If
there's a problem, I'm sure it wasn't mine! I can get myself off
just fine. It's those selfish bastards who...” I fold my arms
across my chest and huff. “They should just jerk themselves
off. Effect would have been the same.”
“ That bad, huh?” he manages to mumble after
a while.
“ Worse,” I state emphatically. “It's
true what they say, you know. Bad sex and a bad marriage go together
like a horse and carriage.”
His expression changes. “You're married?”
His eyes flick to my bare ring finger.
“ Was. It's over now...in fact, it was over a long
time ago. I just refused to see it.”
His next words are barely audible. “I'm sorry.”
“ Why?” I frown. “I'm not.”
He seems momentarily at a loss for words.
“ Hey, I'm fine,” I tell him. “Really.”
He smiles and hands a sheet of paper to me. “Here.
You might want to take a look at the contract.”
“ Oh?” I take the document from him, and he
moves quietly behind his desk and powers up the computer.
“ That's it?” I frown. “Don't you
need to...to ask me about my, um, preferences?”
“ Huh?” Julian turns to me, puzzled.
“ I mean, we are testing a sex machine, right?
Don't you need to know what turns me on? Which parts of my body are
my...my erogenous zones?” Erogenous zone, that is a medical
term right?
“ My dear, your whole body is an erogenous zone,”
he answers in a low voice, his eyes darkening. I almost flinch from
the heat burning behind