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his serious, scholarly expression. Am I
imagining it, or do I read a smoldering desire in the doctor's eyes?
    “ I...I see.” I look down and try to
concentrate on the piece of paper in my hands. I can't let him see
me blushing like crazy.
    I must be out of my mind. Why do I keep thinking about
sex...with him? I've been deprived of sex for too long, that's why.
Of good sex. I'm only human, aren't I? I have needs and wants.
With a start, I realize that Julian is right. Sex, intimacy,
pleasure...these are basic human needs and wants. I want to be held
and touched and tasted and pleasured. I want him. There is nothing
wrong with wanting what I want. Didn't the good doctor say so
himself? Dr. Julian James.
    With a sudden flash of inspiration, I reach inside my
bag and fish out my mobile phone. “I've got to reply to this.”
    “ Of course. Take your time.” He nods and
goes back to typing something at his computer.
    Pretending to reply to a text message, I run a quick
search for his name and credentials on my phone. Thank goodness for
smartphones and instant information. I scroll through the search
results. Julian is listed as a specialist and consultant at the
Royal Women's Hospital. There is a mugshot of him as well, but it
doesn't do him justice. In the photograph, he is wearing a striped
tie and a white coat and glasses. His dark brown eyes are bright but
stern and he is unsmiling. He doesn't smile much I notice. But his
hair still looks tousled and messy, with some wavy locks of dark hair
sticking out from behind his ears and neck. His education and
credentials check out, and I smile a little. This is one smart, sexy
man, though he seems blissfully unaware of his sex appeal. He just
seems intensely interested and absorbed in his research and his
machine. He did seem to take an interest in me though, but that's
probably because he sees me merely as a test subject. His interest
in me is purely professional, not personal, I remind myself.
    I sneak a peak at Julian over the top of the paper. As
he hammers away furiously at the keyboard, I can see the muscles on
his arms and broad shoulders move under his shirt. I force myself to
remain seated. It takes all my willpower not to get up and run my
hands down his solid back. Julian might be a scientist, but he is
solidly built. Tall, lean and muscular.
    I look through the terms and conditions of the contract.
It is just one page, and the duration and amount to be paid are
clearly stipulated. I am to allow the good doctor to run tests and
experiments on me, in connection with the machine, hereinafter
referred to as The Sex Machine, which seeks to monitor and stimulate
my physiological and psychological response to various stimuli and
sensations. The doctor undertakes on his part to ensure my safety
and well-being, and I am to communicate to him any discomfort or
disagreement that I may have during the experiments. I am to stay
within the premises for the entire duration and I am not to leave
before the stipulated three weeks, otherwise all amounts due to me
will be forfeited. Well, three weeks is a short time really, and
thirty grand is a large sum.
    So.
    I stand up and approach his desk. He stops typing and
his lips part as he looks up at me. I lean forward across his desk.
“Do you want me?” I ask huskily.
    He starts. “I...I do. Yes.” He swallows
and whispers, “Very much.”
    I am taken aback by the raw hunger in his eyes, and I
can see his hands shake ever so slightly as his fingers freeze in
position over his keyboard. He attempts a smile, and asks, “Do
you have any questions, Sophia?”
    “ Just one.”
    “ Yes?”
    “ Where do I sign?”
    Julian raises his eyebrows, and his lips curve up in a
broad smile. He starts to hand me the pen. As his hand brushes
against mine, I feel the jolt of electric current course through my
body and I draw a sharp breath. I wonder if he knows the effect he
is having on me. I sneak a glance at him, and I see that his fists
are