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was the best at what she did.
    Looking around the room her eyes landed on the walls. They were a pale peach. In her sterile world of white walls to see such a lush color on the walls had shocked her, but the more time she spent looking at it, the more she loved it.
    “Pale peach is my favorite color with gold as a close second.” She smiled because the look on his face was so intent, as if every word she said was important even if it was just about a favorite color.
    “What’s your favorite color?” Her breath caught and held in her throat. To ask someone such a simple idle question would have earned her punishment in the past because she was nothing but chattel and chattel didn’t have opinions or questions.
    “Gold, it’s the color of royalty. Peach is nice, but it’s soft.”
    “Gold is soft,” she argued back.
    “Nope, gold was used for crowns and royal robes for both kings and queens. What could be soft about that?” He raised a brow, crossed his arms and gave her a tiny lift of his lips.
    Playful male. She never knew this could happen.
    “I concede gold is not soft.”
    He crowed his victory, and she laughed because he made her feel good in the process.”
    “Favorite food?”
    This was a much harder question. She didn’t like the food that came out of the processors. Ash was a great cook but, to be honest; her mind was so caught up with her impending death that she didn’t eat more than a bite or two of whatever he made.
    “I don’t have a favorite food.” She quickly explained to him why she didn’t and hoped he wouldn’t pity her.
    “This is perfect.”
    “It is?” Now her eyes were big as she looked at him. How could her not knowing what she liked to eat be perfect?
    “It is. When I take you to my home, I will have to cook as many different dishes as I know so you can find the one that calls out to you above all others. I must warn you I’m a master in the kitchen, a chef above all others. You will find yourself needing to try my dishes over and over again they are that good.”
    Her lips quirked. She believed him.
    “You would do that for me? Cook, so I could try different food, so that I would know what I liked?”
    “I would do that and so much more for you, Jaz.”
    Mick wasn’t her dream man, the one she wove her inexperienced fantasies around. He was the real flesh and blood version. Already he’d taken a knife for her, followed her when fear and panic made her run. Made her laugh when she had been ready to cry and now he wanted to cook for her. Her heart, which she kept wrapped in protective gear, tried to take a peek at him.
    “I would like that,” she said, because she liked him. She only knew a little bit about him, but that bit was pulling her towards him. In fact, she liked the real male better than the dream one.
    Please, she prayed for a minute, let his actions be the truth. She wasn’t allowed to pray; they told her that their deity would never accept her because she was a clone with no soul. But by now she’d broken so many rules what was one more?
    “Jaz, I would like to kiss you.”
    She remembered how this went, in fact, that’s what led them to her room. She was in her room alone with a male her handlers would kill if they knew this.
    “Mick, I would like to be kissed by you.”
    He drew her over until she was right at his side. Then he wrapped his arm around her and brought his hand up to trace her lips. His head bent down, and those lips touched hers bringing the nerve endings in her body to life. He worked her mouth until she opened on a gasp. Slowly he slid his tongue in not wanting to startle her.
    The feel of his tongue caressing the inside of her mouth, dueling with her tongue sent up fireworks inside her body. Or were they smoke signals. She wasn’t sure, she simply melted into him. Her nipples ached from the new sensations. Her limbs felt heavy but good and something between her legs throbbed. She wanted to kiss Mick forever.

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